ONE EYED BOY [C. Grimes][Rarl]

revenge

Warnings: really fucked up shit, including gore, blood, murder, rape implication, Carl being done with people's fucked up shit, and just generalized disgusting things

I couldn't believe it was happening, right in front of my eyes. I blinked. Eye. Still, I couldn't grasp the situation. His hands were all over her and no one did anything. Negan had left; gone to talk to someone, leaving me in the hands of his guards. They did nothing, too. Not a word.

I could see him across the huge warehouse, hands traveling along her tiny, unknowing body as he talked, trying to convince her to leave with him. My stomach ached. I couldn't just watch.

He was disgusting. A horrible human being, if that. He couldn't be human, no. That girl was a child. She couldn't be more than 7 years old. As he gave her a curt, unwelcome kiss on her rosy cheek. I got up, fists clenching. All eyes were on me as I made my way across the massive room. The guards didn't move to stop me. Maybe they were curious. Maybe they didn't care.

But, I did.

"Get up," I growled, stopping in front of him. He cocked an eyebrow at me as if he was surprised someone had the balls to tell him to stop his sick advances.

"GET UP." My voice echoed around the now silent warehouse. No one moved, just staring at me and the sick bastard I was screaming at.

He stood slowly. He was tall, too tall for me to easily punch in the face.

"Listen, Kid. Do you know who I am?"

Did he think I cared? Did he think his title in this shit hole of a group mattered to me? A cold laugh passes my lips. It drips with sarcasm. I'm done talking to this sad excuse for a man. I don't have a weapon on me. They were taken from me upon entering this fucking place, but a quick glance to his belt tells me that he carries a small pistol and a hunting knife.

It took me less than a second to pick which weapon would give him a longer, uglier death. The gun was useless to me, but I dove for it. He didn't see it coming, apparently, because it was in my hand and cocked before he could even react.

No one bothered stopping me. No guns were drawn, but the one in my hand.

"Put it down-" He started, but I began yelling again.

"GIVE ME THE KNIFE."

He didn't, glaring at me. The girl hadn't moved an inch, staring at me horrified. I was scaring her.

"Go," I said to her. I know I sounded emotionless and cold, but I didn't want her to see me do what I was about to do. It would scar her more than she'd already been.

Once the echo of a door slamming met the air, signaling her exit, I shot the fucker's shin, sending him crashing to the cement in a fit of screaming.

His knife was in my hand now and I tucked his pistol into my belt, watching him writhe in pain, at my mercy. Still, no one said a word but the man and I. He must not be looked up to. No one had had the guts to do what I was doing, but it didn't stop them from wishing death upon him.

And here he was...

"You like doing that?" The words leave my mouth as a hiss through my clenched teeth.

"You like touching little girls?"

He says nothing and I kneel by him. "You like making them feel helpless?" My voice is shaking.

He still is crying, clutching at his leg.

"You know," I say. "I think that's about to be the least of your problems."

I drew it out, long and slow. Humiliation was part of the game I played with him. Everyone watched as I shucked his pants down and rid him of his manhood with his own knife, all while cursing him and telling him how fucked he was, asking questions we all knew the answers to. Once there was nothing but a mauled mess between his legs, I shoved my knife deep into his chest. The noises were music to my ears. In and out. In and out. The knife into his stomach was a symphony and I wanted to hear more. Foot steps approached, but I didn't stop, In and out, In and out. A bang of a gun shot rent the air and my victim's head ripped to the side as the soon to be walker was put down.

Negan stood, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Kid, I'm not going to lie to you—

You scare the fucking shit out of me."

A/n: ok this is??? really fucked up.