The Dead World

Forty Eight ~ The Ugly

Trigger Warning: Extreme violence, graphic death(s).

"Boy do i have a feeling we're getting close" he stalked towards the group with a smug smirk littering his face "Yep we're gonna be pee pee city soon, which one of you pricks is the leader?"

"It's this one" the balding one stated behind them but she couldn't see who he pointed at but it was most likely Rick "He's the guy" 

The guy with the bat took a few closer steps towards her brother "Hi, you're Rick right? I'm Negan and i do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when i send my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people...Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is but i think you're gonna be up to speed shortly, yeah you are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes"

Great, they're being held captive by a narcissist.

"You see Rick, whatever you do, no matter what you don't mess with the new world order and the new world order is this and it's really very simply so even if you're stupid which you very well may be, you can understand it...You ready? Here goes pay attention" he brought the bat off his shoulder to point it at Rick "Give me your shit or i will kill you"

He beamed and started walking the line "Today was career day, we invested a lot so you would know who i am and what i can do, you work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me that's your job. Now i know this is a mighty big nasty pill to swallow but swallow it you most certainly will...You ruled the roost, you built something. You thought you were safe i get it but the word is out, you are not safe, not even close"

Negan positioned himself in front of Rick once more "In fact you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what i want and what i want is half of your shit and if that's too much you can make, steal or find more and it'll even out sooner or later...This is your way of life now, the more you fight back the harder it will be, so if someone knocks on your door"

He chuckled as he started walking down towards where Daryl and Rosita were "You let us in, we own that door"

Negan walked back toward the middle each step slow and precise as if he had all day, he liked the attention, the act of scaring people "You try to stop us and we will knock it down you understand?" he crouched in front of Rick "What? No answer? You don't really think you were gonna get out of this unpunished did you, i don't want to kill you people i just want to make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me you can't do that if you're dead now can you? I'm not growing a garden"

He sighed looking around the group "But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More then i'm comfortable with. And for that? For that you're going to pay. So now, i'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you" he twirled his bat around a bit and she saw a few of her group look away.

"This, this is Lucille and she is awesome" he showcased the bat, personification of such a possession lead Phoebe to believe he had mentally attached it to someone he knew previously, a friend, wife, daughter someone like that and clearly if he has named it that person is no more. Their death probably is the stressor for all this.

"All this just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour" he moved to stand practically in front of her but she would never quiver in the face of death for she had never feared it from the corner of her eye Abraham had straighten up as much as he could on his knees but she held eye contact with the creep in front of her.

When he brought the bat close to her face she didn't flinch nor remove her eyes from his and he chuckled before looking at Abraham "Huh, i gotta shave this shit" he rubbed a hand over his neat beard.