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What If... Belle Went To The Sanctuary Instead Of Carl (707, not canon)

Hit, Hit, Hit And A Miss

The Sanctuary was towering and covered in mould, apparently the perfect place for the Saviors to reside. The ugly dust covered windows stretched along the entire wall of the building, my eyes squinting into each one. I had to make sure I wasn't caught before I could do what I came here for.

I was fortunate to be so small and light, making it that much easier to scale the disjointed ladders and climb onto the roof. Patches of dark water and moss seeped from the edges as I kneeled down, peering over to the ground. It wasn't a big drop from here, but it could cause some damage if I fell. From here, I could see over the small courtyard, the door leading inside right below me.

I unzipped my duffel bag swiftly, hands rummaging inside for each of the gun components. My mission required the necessary equipment, and a sniper rifle seemed almost too perfect.

The tripod rested on the ledge as I screwed the gun on top, glancing through the scope. My view was clear as I set my aim, anticipation in every movement. My stomach was flat on the bricks, scratching through the cloth and grazing my skin. The magazine clicked into place, my finger itching around the trigger. Now all I could do was wait.

My top priority was Daryl, my mind set on rescuing him ever since I realised he was still alive. I wasn't sure why Negan brought him to Alexandria during their last pick up, but it must've been some sort of power play. Right now, though, I only had one thing digging into my brain.

Kill Negan.

I was starting to get impatient, my foot tapping on the stone as I waited for what felt like forever. Surely the door should open at some point. I knew the Saviors had left not so long ago to do another pick up from the Hilltop, meaning their trucks should've been returning. Hopefully, Negan would check on the new stock personally, as he seemed to be very involved in the deal.

My elbows ached as they rested on the roof I laid on, the cool structure warming from the heat of my stomach. There was almost complete silence around me, other than the gathering of walkers on the fences. They were arranged in a way that made it difficult to navigate a way through, most likely to deter any other dead beings from coming closer. There were a few workers dotted between the bodies, ragged clothes stained with old blood. From my position I could see them clearly, but they would only see me if they knew what they were looking for. I noticed some of them had bright orange letters sprayed on their chests, a disgusted feeling settling in my heart. Negan was truly a sick person and I was doing the world a favour by being here.

I heard a distant rumble of vehicles, dust clouding around black trucks as they drove up the gates. It took me a moment to spring back into action as the door below me squealed on its hinges, groups of Saviors filing out. There were a couple of familiar faces, some of them being there the night Glenn and Abraham were brutally murdered. The event was ever present on my mind, a painful twinge in my heart whenever I thought of it. It only made me want this more.

The scarred face of Dwight came into my sight as I lowered my eye to the scope, Simon's irritating grin right behind him. My breathing halted altogether when the sun gleamed on the infamous wire-wrapped bat, leather jacket shining and teeth glinting with the same mischievous smirk I had memorised.

Negan boomed orders through the courtyard as the vehicles were unlocked, boxes and crates loaded in the backs. The sounds of bottles clinking and metal creaking were muffled in my ears, the only thing I could hear being my thudding heartbeat. It was fast, almost erratic, and I knew it could feel what was about to happen.

I squinted as I lined the small black cross with Negan's head, the people around him completely oblivious. My tongue poked between my lips in concentration, my finger squeezing the trigger just slightly as a bullet flew from the barrel-

It found itself in the throat of an unsuspecting Savior as he passed in front of my target, the man dropping to the ground in a puddle of blood. I groaned with frustration at the unfortunate timing, my hand pulling the bolt back quickly as several heads turned. They searched for the source of the bullet, spinning in every direction. I knew there was no possible way I could escape now, and a part of me didn't want to until the job was done. The second bullet was released, hitting the man nearest to Negan as he shielded the leader. That alerted the man himself of my location, the glint of glass reflecting from the scope. He yelled orders as he ducked behind a truck, several armed men retreating inside.

"Come on!" I muttered bitterly, my target disappearing from sight. I wasn't sure how long I had until I was restrained, but there were now footsteps getting nearer as they climbed the stairs. I fired once more, aiming for no one in particular. If I couldn't kill Negan I should at least make him weaker, and the way to do that was eliminating anyone on his side.

My fourth and final bullet sparked off the gravel as strong arms grabbed my shoulders, forcing me away from my weapon. I tried as hard as I could to fight it but there were a lot more of them, Dwight included. He pulled me from my horizontal position, dragging me down the stairs as I stumbled. My shins banged on the metal railing, bruises definitely forming.

The small stones sliced my palms when I was shoved to the ground, Negan's boots strutting into my line of vision. I refused to meet his eyes as I gathered myself, hands flat on the earth.

"Hot damn!" He laughed loudly, his feet scuffling closer. I kept my eyes on the stream of blood bubbling from my victims lips, soaking into the dust as it creeped closer to my sore knees. "That was some scary shit, hell, you very nearly got me from up on that roof."

I forced down a flinch as his bat swung past my face, Negan's taunting words continuing to spill from his mouth. "Kid, you are so adorable, I would feel bad killing you right now. It would be like kicking a wounded puppy, if that puppy broke into my home with a fully loaded Ruger and shot down a bunch of my men."

I glared at his feet, the blood touching the leather of his boot slightly before he leaned in front of me. "You're gonna start talking real soon." His voice was low and I could sense the threat hidden in it.

"I wasn't aiming for them." I spat, my narrowed eyes finally meeting his. His lips were pulled into a gleeful grin, his gaze full of excitement. He got to his feet with a groan, gesturing to my crouched figure.

"Take her weapons." Negan ordered, several hands patting me down. My sword had already been taken from the roof, my knife tugged harshly from my belt. "I got a feeling we are about to become best of friends."

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Hello and welcome to the first chapter of Time In A Bottle (I changed the name), tell me your thoughts, comment or vote or pm me I love hearing from you

Just to clear it up once more this chapter is a sort of What If... situation, Belle didn't actually go to the Sanctuary in my book

Also if you're new and you're reading this, it's gonna make a whole lot more sense if you read my other book (Time Is Dancing) first