The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 2: Cold as Clay

*A/N this story takes place right after Negan kills Abraham and Glenn just to clarify.*

           Reagan's POV:
        I stared at the cold lifeless bodies of my Dad, as well as Glenn on the ground. The once grey gravel was stained with the blood and sprawled chunks of skin and brain. Their heads were nonexistent, being beaten so brutally that they became piles of shattered skull and blood.
          " Reagan," I heard a soft voice say as looked over in the voice's direction. Rick. " Reagan, I-I can't imagine what you must be feeling," He said, his bright blue eyes staring into my dull, grey ones.
           "Aghugh." A grumbled mass of words spat out of my mouth. Rick nodded his head, whilst turning, as if saying ok. I slowly scrambled over to my Father's body.
            " Nope, Nope. Get'er back in line." Negan exclaimed, pointing a bloody Lucille at me.
            " Please." I said sternly, with hints of anger seeping out of the word. His eyebrows raised, again surprised by the big, bold mouth I was packing.
            " Hmmmmm, Nah," He finally replied, a sick, twisted grin slathered on his face. I looked up at him, glaring into his soft brown eyes. There was something about his stare, something that made it seem as if he was almost, humane, unlike how he has previously presented himself as.
            " Please." I repeated, sharper and louder this time. He rubbed his white and grey scruff, as if he was thinking.
            " Eh, why not." He said, whilst doing a "shooing" motion with his hand, directing me permission to go over to my Dad's body. I looked down at my Dad's lifeless body, missing nothing but his soul and his head. I sat down on my knees next to him. Grabbing his left hand. Cold as clay. It appeared to be made out of wax, although I knew that it was his, genuine hand. I stuck my hand in his pocket, finding  a small string of beads. I grasped it and led it out of his pocket. It was the small beaded bracelet I'd made for him when I was in first grade. At that point, I was fiercely sobbing, harder than I ever have in my life, even harder then I had when my Mom died. Each salty tear drove down my face and dripped off my chin, landing in my Dad's hand. Spreading the crimson color of the blood speckled on his pink skin. I closed my eyes, knowing perfectly well that all eyes were on me. I shut my eyes for just a moment, taking in all events that had just occurred. I heard the crunch of wood move closer to me, then felt a large hand place on my shoulder for support.
           Because of my survival instincts, I quickly turned, flinging my hand back in attempt to slap whoever was behind me, not caring who it was, I wanted to be alone. As my hand smacked whoever it was, I was in shock when, instead of the feeling of fabric against my hand, I felt sharp thorn-like objects puncture, and slice the palm of my hand, as well as my wrist. I didn't scream, I just grunted loudly at the feeling of thick blood dripped down my arm. " S***." I heard a deep husky voice grumble. The realization hit me like a bag of bricks. I had smacked Lucille. Negan was the one who was attempting to comfort me in a strange, creepy way. I looked down at my hand, it was bleeding profusely, and appeared far worse than it felt. Pieces of peeling skin clung to my wrist, I glared at my hand in awe as the thick crimson blood pumped out of a vein that had been sliced. As soon as I noticed the intense amount of blood coming out of my wrist, I zipped down my jacket, and wrapped it around the cut. The sound of white noise filled my ears, only able to hear the muffled arguing of two deep voices men, who I assumed were Simon and Negan.

     Negan' POV:
     " S***." I grumbled. The small daughter of a man Lucille bashed in, had split her hand and wrist, and it did not look good. Her eyes were wide and were glaring down at her red stained hands. She'd been attempting to stop the blood flow by taking off her jacket and applying pressure, but the blood had soaked through, and had now stained her one good hand.
      " What do we do?" Simon exclaimed, pointing at the girl.
      " I dunno." I questioned sharply, wanting to appear not shaken by what had occurred. In all honesty, I felt sorry, after all she was just a kid, that had watched her father be punished for the groups actions, and had become injured all in a mere hour.
      " Just let'em take her to the Hilltop when they go there in the morning, have her be treated there." Simon suggested.
      " Nah, she won't make it that long. She got a vein cut, that s***'s gonna be pumpin' out as long as the heart's still workin'." I replied. " Why don't we take her back, have Carson check her out,"
      " You're kiddin', that s*** costs major points, and Carson won't let it slide. She doesn't even know what points are." Simon barked back.
      " I'll use mine, I have infinite points, I own that s***. I did just beat her Dad to death so, I think I kinda owe her." I glanced back at her with a smirk on my face. She sent me an angry glare, and rolled her eyes. I sauntered over to her, and bent down to her level. " Be grateful kid." I angrily grumbled at her with a scowl on my face. Her head turned down towards the ground, facing away from me. I grabbed her face with my hand, forcing her to look at me. My strong scowl caused my eyebrow to furrow, as I glared into her eyes. Her grey eyes were twitching. " The hell?" I muttered under my breath before her pupils rolled back into her skull, and she fell backwards. " She passed out," I said to Simon
        " Not my problem," Mumbled Simon. I walked over to him.
       " She's a kid s***hole, have a little decency towards her." I sternly said. " Get her back to Carson, and I'll deal with this sorry s***," I stated, pointing at Rick. " Take one of the cars I need the RV." I smiled at Rick he was nervous sweatin' like he was on trial.
        " Fine." Simon grumbled. I smirked in his defeat. He dragged the girl over a few steps before glancing at me.  " You gonna help?" He asked, " Not just my problem," He smirked at me.
         " You gonna keep talking to me like that?" I responded. Simon had a look of contemplation before shaking his head. Only to lead me to walk over and proceed to shove her into the back seat of a car.

*A/N: Thanks so much for reading, again, much longer that I thought, more than 1000 words 0-0. But hope you enjoyed 😊