After a hard year of being kidnapped by a serial killer during an investigation as an undercover agent, Luna returned back to Atlanta FBI.
When she returns to investigate a mystery drug that has been killing kids, she discovers that the dead kids w...
We hop over the fence, and he helps me down onto the ground outside the walls.
"You need to take care of this." Rick says, as we walking into an old run down house a distance away from Alexandria.
I see Michonne and Riley standing there.
"What's going on?" I ask them. They move out of the way and reveal Billy. The son of a bitch that killed my baby, and almost myself in the process.
"You...." I say. "I remember you. I'd never forget the face of the man who murdered my unborn child."
Rick removes his gag so he can talk. "SPEAK." Rick scolds him.
"Unborn child?" he asks.
"When you stabbed me, you killed my unborn child." I say.
"And mine." Rick says, reaching for his knife, tempted to kill him right now.
"I gave you what you deserved." Billy says.
"Is that so? Well... then you'll pay for what you did to me. You'll suffer and die. Then, you'll return. Your corpse will rot away to nothing, exposing who you truly are. A killer. A nobody. And I will live." I say to him.
"But your baby won't." Billy laughs.
"You might be laughing now, but you won't be. You'll be begging for mercy when I'm done with you. Years from now, people will remember my name. Unlike yours. Your name will be forever forgotten." I say to him. I can see fear in Billy's eyes.
Rick, Riley, and Michonne look at me. "Pour gasoline on him and all over this place. Keep him alive... then let him burn with his sins."
I bend down to face Billy. "First, you'll slowly watch the fire approach you. Then, you'll ignite. Every inch of your body will burn, until you die. Then, you'll come back. Hungry for flesh, yet unable to move. Then, eventually, you'll be nothing but bones. Then, ash. No one will miss you. No one will hear you scream. No one will shed a tear for you. You're nothing." I say to him.
Rick, Riley, and Michonne pour gasoline, what little was at the house, and lighter fluid. Rick makes sure to coat Billy real good. I take a match, light it, and then drop it over my shoulder.
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We walk out, and I turn my head to watch it all burn and fall down. A part of me wanted to feel bad, but I felt nothing. He didn't deserve to continue living. There wasn't a prison to hold him. His sentence was death. Even after knowing he died, I didn't feel any better. I still felt like a part of me was missing... because it was.
"How do you feel?" Rick asks.
"I feel... nothing." I say. He furrows his brows and looks at me confused.
"I thought that would help you... I kept him alive for you." Rick says.
"Did you really think killing this man was going to make her feel better? It's inhumane, Rick. You told us you were bringing her here to talk to him, not kill him." Michonne says.
