ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ † negan✔(Complete)

ᴍ ɪs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ.

^Kylie^

"Still we wear the masks,
Monstrous contraptions that give face to the fear that still hangs tightly in the air we breathe and the dusty ground."

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"What, the fuck is this shit?" Negan asked, impressed that he had found someone to use against me, "you two look identical. Do I detect...a twin?" He gasped slightly like he was suddenly smarter than he sounded in that moment, chuckling as he removed Lucille from my face, "this one is just as sexy, guys." He announced to the group, "fucking lucky me!"

Negan must not have been the one who got ahold of her. He would have thought she was me if I wasn't standing right next to him. She probably would have gotten away with it too, knowing the kniving fucking bitch my sister is. My eyes find Dwight, he looked slightly shocked that the girl in the bag wasn't me, what a fucking idiot. Which meant he was the one sent to the outpost. Guess he expected me to get into trouble.

"Kylie, I'm so sorry," I whispered, reaching for her despite the shitty person she had been to me. I missed her. What would I tell her about Mack?

"No." Negan pushed me away by my face, "none of that shit, baby girl." I turn away to catch myself before I fell. Negan grabbed me by the back of my jacket, standing me up. I regain my balance, "beg for her. Beg for me not to fucking touch her." Negan says in my ear, his breath sent shivers down my spine, "am I turning you on?"

"Fuck you." I breathe heavily as he kissed my neck. He knew damn well what he was doing when he put those kisses there. I wouldn't beg for my bitch sisters life, but I wouldn't let him take her from me.

"Oh, you will be." He roughly let me go, "now, back to square number uno." Negan walked slowly back to Kylie, "this one," he points Lucille to her face, "has done a lot of fucking damage apparently. So what shall we do to her? Who wants to deal with her? Dwight?" he offered the hance for Dwight to take his revenge on me. He didn't move, knowing better for his life on both accounts.

"You kill her, you fucking kill me. She's my sister, I won't let you take her like you took Mack." I make him laugh. I always did, like I was just a joke to him. I look at my sister, her blue-grey eyes were hard and emotionless. Unlike Mac before he died. His grey eyes were sorry. Sorry for so many things that I wouldn't understand. But not Kylie. She was just the same as always. And I thought I was the monster between the three of us.

"Is that so?" He was irritated with me, I could see it in those brown eyes of his, "well, that's an awful fucking shame, isn't it?" Negan looked back at my sister, then to the group, she was with, "next time you fucking step out of line, Renegade, I will let Lucille have her way with your sister. You're fucking out of control, and I'm sick of the shit stick you've been up my ass."

I felt a heavy twist in my stomach. The kind of twist you'd feel when someone breaks up with you. The same, awful, deathly twist you feel standing at the edge of the depression cliff. Ready to let its bottomless darkness engulf you in sickening memories of what could have been. My knees give in, one by one, I dropped to them in defeat for the first time since I met Negan in person. This brought some kind of emotion to his face. An emotion that had come back to him after a long time of being hidden away. It was probably something he wasn't expecting to feel ever again.

I hear Dwight laugh behind me, he took this chance to reclaim the crossbow. It was a start of getting back at me if he couldn't kill me. When he walked up to the bow, I looked at him. He froze in place, halfway bent down with fingers reaching for it. My mind went red. I grabbed the crossbow, knocking him straight in his ugly mug with the handle. Dwight staggered back, ripping his blade from his belt.

"Dumb bitch, I've had enough of your fucking shit." He didn't even look for permission in Negan before heading towards me, "I already hit one of you till you begged me to stop, I'm not afraid to do it again."

"I'll beat you senseless without even wasting a bolt on your sorry ass." I was tired of him competing for approval with me from Negan. It was clear that he had more than lost.

"You're just as stupid as you are short." He lunged at me, taking me down in one sweep. He punched me straight in the face. When my vision cleared again, I hit him again with the crossbow. I used that momentum to flip us over, pinning his arms down with my knees.

My ears rang with adrenaline as I brought down the handle of the bow down on his face three times before I was pulled off by Paul. Negan wore that same satisfied smile on his lips that he seemed to always have when things go his way. Which they always did go, so why was it so enraging to see?

"Wow, that was balls fucking deep awesome." Negan chuckled, "did you fucking see her?" He asked Kylie, "that's your sister!" He was too excited about this. I wipe the blood from my lips as Paul held me back. He was lucky I actually liked him, or else his not so well built body would be broken in half and Dwight would be dead.

"You don't have to pretend to fucking care." Kylie looks at me, "you're just the same as you were before all of this. I would rather fucking die than let you save me."

"Don't say that, don't make this about me!" I looked at my sister, I didn't need to feel sorry for her. She was just lucky that I was held back. She was the one person I was more than okay with hitting.

"It's already about you." She looked up at Negan, snubbing me. I rolled my eyes. She would play the dramatic card till someone paid attention to her as she wanted.

"The difference between you and I, Kylie, is that I don't fuck up the lives around me till they have nothing left but me. I'm not like you." I made her look at me, "I just end the lives around me and snort little white lines off of glass surfaces."

"Did I just hear a hint of family drama?" Negan chipped in. He cut me off, "that fucking shit is exciting. Let's see how far we can tear apart this little scuffle even more." He looked at me, "did I forget to mention to you," he crouched down in front of my sister, "how much I do love your sister? That, no matter what happens here tonight, she'll still love me for it because that's just who she is now? She's not the same, I'd bet money on that."

"You're clearly mistaken because she's still the same asshole shes always been before this even happened." Kylie tells him, "you've probably seen all of her true colors the moment you met her. She's not dull about any of that."

"Biters." A man in the background called. A few people turned from the group to take action.

"Pray tell, little rabbit." Negan encouraged, but she stayed silent. She wouldn't openly say what was on her mind. She wasn't like that from what I remembered. Even if she had an edgy look to her, she was just as afraid of authority as anyone here. She had become a silent asshole from all those years of being abused by our father. If she spoke to him about anything with ease, she was the one who had changed, "don't make me ask again." His voice was hard.

"You're wrong that she's different now, because she's never been able to listen. That's her problem, she's not submissive." Kylie looked at me with hate in her eyes as usual. That look was nothing new to me. She wished she was half the man I was back when we were whole. She was just an expendable loose end at this point in our lives.

"Which I happen to like when I'm in bed with her." Negan informs her. She clenched her jaw. I could tell by the way her jaw was slightly moved to the side that she was irritated with him. She continued anyway. Thinking she would get into his good graces no doubt. I rolled my eyes.

"She's a fighter. Always has been. I'm glad you found something you liked in her. Because even though she's my twin, I don't see anything I like." Kylie held her head high like she was better than me. I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Not over my dead body.

"You bitch. You're no better than I am. I don't know why you're saying that shit. You're just a wannabe, pathetic reflection of me!" If she kept on the path she wass going down, not even Negan would be able to stop me and my broken heart.

"Like I said when we were separating, it should have been you." She looked at me, I was on the verge of tears and blinding rage again. Only this time, it was going to be her head smashed into the rocks.

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