VILLAINESS [TWD]

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"You're late," Cyndie blames.

I look up at the night sky. "Sorry. Ran into trouble on the road."

"Trouble?" she repeats.

"You ran into some," Bea notes. "How many?"

I check my gun ammo, still with the silencer on it. 

"Hmm. Probably about four."

Bea and Cyndie trade a look.

"What?" I ask.

Bea steps closer to me. "This is supposed to be about the ones that did things. Not just.. whoever we see."

"That's what yours is about and I'm helping you out. I didn't ask for help or a moral lesson on what I'm doing, all right?" 

"Killing people just because you passed by them isn't-"

"Are we doing this or what?" I move forward. "Did you get the last one?"

"She's inside. She hasn't woke up yet," Cyndie answers.

"And who's is this?" I ask.

"Mine," Cyndie says. "She's mine. And she's Oceanside's last."

"Then, let's go," I urge.

"Do they know anything yet?" Bea asks.

"Hell if I know," I shrug. "I talked to Michonne yesterday. I don't know if they know anything. I didn't ask."

I put my gun in the holster as others go into the building.

This was their preferred location to kill Saviors. Back before our groups met, Oceanside lived here. Then, the Saviors came and took their stuff. They tried to fight and the Saviors killed until it was just the few left here now.

I lean against a pole as they drag Arat outside- her hands tied and mouth gagged.

Really, I was being merciful compared to Oceanside.

They wanted to kidnap the Saviors, bring them here, hold them here, remind them of the things they did to Oceanside, and then kill them. For some, the deaths were even slow. Painful. Like Justin who bea shot through the chest with a bolt- he died slowly and turned.

Oceanside was instilling fear and helplessness into the Saviors before killing them.

I at least had the humanity to kill them quick so they didn't suffer too often.

"Ellie.. Ellie.." Arat pants as Rachel takes the gag off.

I nod to Arat. "Hey, there."

"This.. please help me.." she whimpers in fear.

I roll my neck around and look at Cyndie.

Cyndie had too much on her mind to pay attention to anything outside of Arat. She holds a gun to the back of Arat's head. Her hands shook and she began to cry.

"Beg," Cyndie demands.

"Ellie," Arat cries.

"Beg me!" Cyndie snaps, pushing the gun deeper into Arat's skin. 

Arat sniffles and bows her head.

"Beg.. Like you made them beg," Cyndie continues.

"Drop it!"

Bea points her weapon up and my head snaps over.

Shit.

I try to duck behind Bea and Rachel, but I was spotted.

"Eleanor?" mom asks.

"Fuck me," I hiss under my breath.

I take a few steps back as Cyndie assures Bea that things were fine.