Crazy » Dwight №1

[04]; Cold. Cold And Dark.

The blood in my veins seems to stop, my eyes wide. The blond man, Dwight, clears his throat and lifts me up.

The man with the bat smiles an evil grin that sends chills through my body. "Cut her loose, Dwight," He orders.

Dwight looks at me hesitantly before taking a knife from his pocket and flicking it open dangerously close to my face. I give him a cold stare as he doesn't move the knife, but moves it closer to my skin.

"Dwight," The man calls out sternly. Dwight, still glaring at me, cuts through the frayed rope and I rub my wrist. He looks back at the man in question. "What about them?" He asks him. The man moves his head to view Greg and Ritchie. "Please..." I mutter meekly.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He asks me with another evil smirk. "Untie them, please," I mutter again, hating how vulnerable I sound. He looks behind me again, expectantly. "You heard her. Untie 'em," He says. I hear the cutting of the worn rope and my eyes still focus on the man.

He smiles at me again and slowly walks over to me, whistling an eerie tone and swinging the bat.

"We haven't been..." He pauses before looking in my eyes. "...Formally introduced," He sticks out his hand, not because he actually wanted to get to know me, but because he was mocking me.

Mocking the intimidation and suspicion I felt. "I'm Negan," His evil tone fills my ears and I stare down at his hand in question. There's the sudden feeling of a hand on my back and it pushes me forward. "Come on now," Negan says with smile.

"You don't wanna be rude,"

I force myself to shake his hand. "Yeah. There she is," He smiles and tightens his grip on my hand. "What's your name?" He asks sinisterly.

"Meaghann," I reply with a dry voice and a blank face. He drops my hand and tension drips from the air. Just then, Dwight speaks up behind me. "What do we do with 'em?" Negan's eyes are still focused on mine in a ice cold stare as he replies, "Put 'em in a cell. We'll figure everything out later," Dwight grabs my elbow and pulls me towards the door.

Once we enter, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark. When they do, I see the inside of a warehouse. It was dirty and dark and cold, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle.

Dwight's hand tightly grips my bicep as he drags me down the dimly-lit passage.

My boots scuff against the concrete floor as we approach a door. Heavy, metal, rusted. I hear Ritchie sigh as Dwight takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, a loud click filling the air.

He turns the knob and pushes the door open revealing a dark, crowded space that smelled of rust and mildew. Before I could think of questioning this, I'm pushed in, followed by Ritchie and Greg. Greg hits the floor, and I glare at the four. "You can't keep us in here! Not for long," I say. "We can. And we will," Negan says with an evil smirk on his face. Ritchie rushes to the open door, but Negan immediately gets in his face. "We'll get out," He tells him. Negan just smirks and pushes Ritchie back. "You'll get out when we say you can."

And with that...

They're gone.