"If you think this has a happy ending,
you haven't been paying attention."
- Ramsay Bolton; Game of Thrones
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i.| Castle"Grab the boy, we're taking him with us."
My eyes left the mangled corpse of my friend to gaze up at their killer, who snapped a finger towards his men all the while examining the fresh chunks of flesh stuck to the jagged wire wrapped around Lucille. The men surrounding us instantly obeyed, lifting the young boy from the ground roughly, ignoring his yelp of protest. I could hear Rick's sharp intake of breath and quickly reached a hand out to take his, giving it a firm squeeze as the men dragged his son towards the RV, knowing that without the simple touch he'd surely do something reckless.
This wasn't happening...it couldn't, not to him, he'd been through hell and was just starting to live again. Multiple thoughts flooded my mind, making what I did next a spur of the moment, not thoroughly thought out decision. "Wait!" I called out towards the men, and Negan peered at me over his shoulder, noticeably intrigued. He held up his hand, signaling for his men to stop what they were doing as he cocked his head to the side.
"What is it sweetheart? I'm sure everyone is just dying to hear what you have to say." he chuckled at his own sick joke, and when the rest of us didn't find it as funny he scowled, recomposing himself before clearing his throat. I licked my dry lips, taking a deep breath before I spoke up. "Take me instead." I started, and his eyes widened in surprise as I continued."If you have to take someone, what difference would it make if it were me?"
Negan fell into a fit of laughter, looking back at his men, who quickly followed suit. "Oh? Looks like we've got ourselves a hero, boys!" he cheered in a mocking tone, and the urge to tell him to go to hell rose within me, but knowing it wouldn't end well I remained silent. He looked at me once more, his eyes roaming over my stooped figure as he ran his tongue over his lips. "You know what? That's a very...tempting offer." I tensed when his eyes filled with lust, making it clear what he was implying, and I had to force myself to not outwardly gag.
He made a clicking sound with his tongue before responding, "Done. Give the boy back to his father." he ordered swiftly, and Carl was thrown carelessly to the ground in front of Rick, who immediately wrapped an arm around his son. Negan moved to where I was kneeling, yanking me up by the arm, grinning as I let out a soft gasp. "Come on, princess, your new castle awaits." Negan taunted darkly as he dragged me along.
I was shoved into the RV, and I had to pick myself up from the floor before I was able to sit down as he slammed the door shut behind him upon entering. The RV jerked to a roaring start, and I looked out the window, watching my group soon become a blur as we drove off. "So, what was their name. The unlucky one?" he asked, referring to the one he killed, and I looked at him with cold eyes.
"Eugene."
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Fanfictionmon·ster noun 1. an inhumanly cruel or wicked person. Negan is know for his hotheadedness, his powerful and menacing stare, and his ability to make even the strongest cowar. His followers fear and idolize him, his enemies begging to be spared...