Li'l Sparky // [Daryl Dixon]

Karma

Season: Three

Episode(s): Sick

*Ryan's POV*

kar·maˈkärmənoun(in Hinduism and Buddhism) the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.informaldestiny or fate, following as effect from cause.

I'm sure we're all familiar with the term karma. It was a big deal in ancient India, and it still is. It is mainly found in the two religions, Hinduism and Buddhism. Basically, if you do something good in life, you will be rewarded. If you do something bad, you will be punished. 

Did I mention that karma is an absolute bitch? And Rob was about to get the worst side of her.

"Hey, put her down, now!" Daryl yelled angrily, his normally calm blue eyes were flaming. 

"Man, what the hell are you doing?" Medium-Sized exclaimed. "We got ourselves a deal, let go of the girl!" 

"Shut up, Oscar," Rob hissed and kissed my forehead. "I want some quality time with my girlfriend." 

"I ain't your girlfriend!" I yelled. 

"Man, we don't do rape, remember?" Mullet yelled. "You're gonna ruin everything!"

"It ain't rape if it's what she wants, Tomas," Rob snickered in my ear. "Are you gonna be a good girl, now? Or are things gonna have to get nasty again?" 

"Hey, Tomas, sorry bud," I said. "This guy's already broken the 'no rape' rule." 

"What the hell?" Huge McTall Guy exclaimed. "When we brought you into the fold, you said you were doing time for drug trafficking!" 

"I lied, Big Tiny," Rob laughed. "I should be in charge, not Tomas! I know how to see things through!" 

"Yo, that's bullshit!" Kevin Hart yelled. "Tomas is a great leader!" 

"I beg to differ..." Mustache whispered. "He kinda scares me."  

"Axel is right, Andrew," Rob nodded. 

"But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stand by and let you torment this fine young lady," Axel stood tall. 

"Oh, for Christ's sake," I muttered. I lowered my head, and sent it flying into Rob's chin. He let go of me and dropped the gun. I swiftly grabbed the gun and pointed it at Rob's face. 

Rob's face turned whiter than milk. He held up his hands and started grovelling for his life. Pathetic. 

"You think you can rape me, stab me, violate me, and I'm just gonna let you live?" I scoffed at him. 

"Please, Ryan, baby, I won't do it again!" Rob cried. "I'll be better, I promise. My intention was never to hurt you--" He was silenced be me pulling the hammer on the gun. 

"Say hi to my man, Satan, will you?" I asked sweetly. 

"No, p- please, don't kill me," Rob sniffed. "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna!"

I didn't hesitate. I shot him right in the crotch. He doubled over and screamed in undeniable agony. 

"Eye for an eye," I hissed. "Tooth for a tooth." Rob kept screaming as I put a bullet in his head, silencing him for good. 

Finally. I turned around and looked at everybody. Their eyes were as wide as dinner plates. 

"What?" I asked. 

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"Pantry's back here," Tomas said as he lead us into the cafeteria. 

"You never tried to break out of here?" T-Dog asked.