The start

A Killing Machine

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I had my own room. My own place with a fridge full of food. I had a book case filled with books and clothes in a closet. A working sink, bathroom and tv. All the nicest things I had but I felt nothing. No emotions not a thing. Stone cold.

"You ready for your training?" Amy comes up nervously. I nod my head without saying a word.

We head out side see a few other saviors swinging their knives around. Others were stretching their arms and legs out. I scoff at the sight. They don't know what they got themselves into yet. Dwight was watching from a distance. The first guy runs after me as I move to the side and push him back. He tackles me to the ground and holds his foot on my throat. I twist his foot off of my neck. I pull him off of me and punch him in the face. The second guy runs over to me as I throw him over my shoulder. Third guy pushes me to the ground and holds a gun to he back of my head.

I reach over my head and yank the gun out of his hands throwing it across the room. Two of the guys grab hold of my arms. I punch one of them in the face and throw the other over my shoulder and take off to the next guy. He runs for me as I duck and slide underneath them. I stand up quickly and do a round house kick. After knocking all the men unconscious I could see. I breath in and out repeatedly. The sound of someone clapping makes my eyes dart to Negan walking in.

"Look at you. Look at you. You'll be a killing machine before we go to war." War?

"You ready for a field trip doll?" Negan snickers as I nod my head.

This is who I am now. This is what I do to survive. I head into the sanctuary and sign the clipboard of some bread and lettuce. I walk back to my room and prepare myself a meal before we leave for this "field trip". We hopped into the trucks as I sat next to Arat. She twirled a knife in her hands as I kept my eyes glued to the ground.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Wanna give it a try?" Arat throws the knife which hits the truck wall. A few inches beside my head. I reach back grabbing the knife. I twirl the knife in my hand dangerously. If I miss one finger or turn, the knife will slice my finger clean off. I smirk as the sun shines off of the knife. I throw the knife at one of Negans men as they squeak. The knife hits the floor an inch away from his foot. The others stare down at me as I stare at the ground.

"Listen up. We are taking this guy down and his people. They are savages. They killed our people. Do you understand?" Arat looks at me. I nod my head.

"You kill anyone on sight. Don't hesitate because they won't. They will try to brain wash you. They will act like they care but they don't. They want to hurt you." Arat continues as I nod my head.

"What's your mission?" Arat asked.

"Protect Negan. Kill anyone who gets in my way." I say unemotionally.

"Good." Arat nods her head as the truck stops. I could hear Eugene, our tech savy nerd speak. I was curious to why he was the one speaking and not Negan himself. After a few minutes Negan gets out of the truck and talks to this guy that was standing on the wall. The wall looked sturdy but it was breakable. Everything is breakable. Negan whistle for Dwight and Simon to get up on the truck.

"How about Harley?" Negan calls for me. I get out of the truck and stand next to Negan.

"So, you don't like Eugene anymore. What about Harley? Hmm? You were going to blow her up just like the rest of us? My sweet Harley." Negan chuckles looking at me.

"Y'know she isn't your Harley anymore. Yeah, I've got a new and improved Harley now. Done some work on her. Got her to be a killing machine. Well, she was already like that. I just encouraged her. Put her on the edge." Negan looks at everyone. This ragged man steps forward as someone pulls him back.

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"Daryl don't." They tell him as my eyes narrow. Was he about to charge at me? Was he going to kill me? He can try.

"You guys gotta like Sasha. I do, too." Negan uses Lucille to knock on the coffin.

"Got her right here packaged for your convenience, alive and well. Now, I brought her so I wouldn't have to kill all of you, and not killing all of you could get complicated. See, I know there's a lot of firepower left in there, Rick. So I'm gonna make this simple. I want all the guns you've managed to scrape up. Yep, I know about those, too. I want every last grain of lemonade you got left. I want a person of your own choosing for Lucille." Negan points at Lucille.

"Daryl -- Ooh, I gotta get me my Daryl back. I see you." Negan smirks looking at the ragged man. He stared at me.

"And the pool table and all the pool cues and chalk. And I want it now or Sasha dies, and then all of you. Probably." Negan starts off as shouting then smirking again.

"C'mon, Rick. Just because I brought her in a casket doesn't mean she has to leave in it." Negan sighs and then chuckles.

"You know what? You suck ass, Rick. You really do. I don't want to have to kill her, but that's exactly what you're gonna make me do." Negan threatens.

"Let me see her." the guy spoke.

"Oh. All right. Just give me a second. I might have to get her up to speed. You can't hear shit inside this thing." Negan agreed.

"Sash. You're not gonna believe this crap." Negan says as he knocks on the coffin.