ELEANOR . NEGAN

005.

[ CHAPTER FIVE ]
8 ball of horror

Spencer, the sly prick.

Ever since Eleanor first arrived at Alexandria, just by a single look, she loathed the man. He was calm and soft, clearly didn't understand the outside and he felt like had this superior complex just for being a son. He always wanted to be the top dog, to feel leadership – to be the leader.

His intentions were much more clear as he stood willingly next to Negan with a glass of scotch, watching as a bunch of Negan's lackeys brought out a pool table.

Maya was beside Eleanor, leaning against her side with crossed arms as the pair watched the game commence. Around Eleanor's neck was a daisy chain – like Maya promised – that hung low against her chest, mixing with the golden Celtic cross that she's had for her whole life.

"Is that Negan?" Maya questioned, pointing at the leather clad man.

Eleanor looked down at the child then back at Negan, sighing when he looked at them both with a toothy grin and a wiggle of his hand. "Yeah, that's Negan."

"Why is he waving at us? Is he your friend?"

Elle snorted. "Fuck, no, kid. He's a dick."

Maya laughed sweetly and wrapped her arms around her waist. "He's funny looking."

The two stayed like that, eyes going back and forth at every exclamation and shocking gasp. The game of pool suddenly dragged into a political conversation and like Eleanor said from the start – Spencer was desperate for something he could call his. He babbled on about how Rick wasn't a good leader, how he led everyone to danger and used himself as a good example for the new ruler of Alexandria who would only lead the people to peace.

"Jackass."

When Negan confronted him, talked to him, asked him why he hasn't done anything yet, Spencer cowered away.

Negan pushed himself away from the pool table and surrounded Spencer, all tall and confident. "So, I gotta ask... if you wanna take over why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?" Spencer went wide eyed and began to stutter, tripping over words like what? No!

"You know what I'm thinking? 'Cause I have a guess." Negan leaned closer to Spencer, getting up into his face just to whisper: "It's because you got no guts."

And when the metal lands inside Spencer's torso, gasps ricocheted around the crowd with a much louder squeal leaving Maya's lips. Almost instantly, Elle eloped Maya into her arms, the little girl's eyes covered by Eleanor's top and her hearing blanked from Elle's hands. Despite Maya seeing the initial stab, Eleanor thanked something that she didn't see this.

The way the insides of Spencer slipped from the wound, all red and clumped together, intestines clear and on show. She was so glad Maya didn't see how he dropped to his knees, the vein in his forehead prominent while he held his own organs in his once clean hands.

"Oh, how embarrassing! There they are." Negan grinned, looking down at Spencer's wilting body. "They were inside you the whole time. You did have guts! I've never been so wrong in my whole life!"

Eleanor didn't know how to react. Her lips were agape, eyes wide as she stared at Spencer's body. She didn't care for him or even liked him but he was someone she protected. They all protected. It was a shame. "Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up! Oh! Anyone wanna fish the game?"