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"I'm going to kill you."
They weren't simple words to say after what was witnessed minutes ago. So, when they lay themselves out in front of me, I couldn't stop my eyes from turning to a distant looking Rick.
I became angry. Angry at his mouth for speaking such stupidity after what was seen and heard.
"What? I didn't quite catch that you're going to have to speak up." Negan squats down in front of him. A red, slimy heat radiating off of his black, leather material cloths.
He's angry. He's angry...
"Not today... not tomorrow... but I'm going to kill you." Rick wisphers out, determined. Determined to still have an upper hand in anything.
Has he not been here? Has he not heard, watched, felt what we all else did?
He's angry. Im, now, raging.
"Simon, what do he have... a knife?" Negan calls on someone in the mist of saviors.
Simon...
"Uh, he had a hatchet." Someone speaks lowly, there presence blowing wind from their mouth above my hairs.
Turning around, to my own knowledge, I see the one I went by as child killer.
Child killer child killer child killer child killer-
That odd man, the odd man Jesus, oh... oh god.
My eyes unglue themselves from the man above me as soon as his gaze finds my own. Turning back to the two other men kneeling in front of each other.
The thought of what he's done, what I had to watch... those memories were nothing compared to the ones just made.
Therefore, I thought nothing of it.
"Simons my right hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work?" Negan explains the basic idea of having a sidekick
"You have one? Maybe one is these fine people still breathing? Oh. Or did I..." he clicks his tounge as he brings Lucile up, then down. Reacting what the blood on the bat had come from.
A disgusting mold melts in my mouth. I try to swallow it, because I thought, perhaps the mold will kill me before sunrise.
"I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me. And, if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean... the ones that are left." Negan grids out, taking ricks form by the jacket and dragging him into the r.v .
Shooting a knowing, mocking smirk my way before the door is shut. My eyes squeezing shit as raw honey drips into them.
The sound of the r.v coming to life after a few deep breaths I take. My sticky eyes squint open as fast , as much, as they could to see the vehicle being pushed away.
No one moved. No one talked. No one said anything.
My sticky orbs follow a trail of warming blood water as it sinks into the rocks. Slithering its way towards my ripped knees.
Abe's blood water...
My mind catches up with my beating chest. And the sticky ness turns into a moist sensation, again, as actions that happened an hour ago replay in my head.
However, I'm not allowed to relish in my own makeshift sticky river, when a pair of sticky boots stop in front of me.
Spitting some of Abe's thoughts on my lap.
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FanfictionLanna is a young girl who doesn't see or feel the world like any other child or person at all, she has a unusual behavior that makes people think their going crazy, and she doesn't understand her true power when one night she's forced to unlock a do...
