Swallow Those Who Question

Vagues d'eau

The  bewildered incompetence of pure unjust could be uncovered by the solidarity which was clearly portrayed, Carl, while aligned aside Michonne to his left, and Jesus to his right. Either at the pure grasp of a shattered conscience, borderline deceased in thought as they observed Negan; Lucille swayed about as if a ball attached to a string, beholding this intricate obedience though she was an inanimate object, her intimidation did not trot. "I want to see which one of you motherfuckers wants to lash out like our little ol' hillbilly Daryl, let's see where this leads you. You know he's the one who got the little oriental boy killed, right? You really should hate him. You all should."

"I know that I had this desire to take out my anger for him punching me, thinking that "I'm a big strong son-of-a-bitch, I'll kill him before he fucks anyone of us over!" Well, too late.. Fuckwad." Carl, innermost himself, knew of the anguish which only offered predicaments of what could occur next. His Father, he apprehended, was embraced by a tyrance. He perceived it not only by a grievance, but by his overwhelming state of mind to justify the awful things that would occur. That though alexandria was now in a type of maelstrom any deity would define as "disastrous."

Once the insurance of makeshift walls constructed and secured by stakes planted into terra ferma, creating a stock-lock which kept it from collapsing; And this was assuring from the beginning. Before Ron, before Rick Grimes beleaguered its entirety, before disaster; Before Negan. How that time could corrode the animosity that pre-existed between other human beings, that as a factor made blatant, could potentially destroy the safehaven that would be proffered by Alexandria's makeshift palisade encircling a neighborhood of nostalgia, before the world perished. In the time of acutely controlled violence, with danger only creeping at the sidelines while america stood as tall as it ever could. Instead, it wavered, and was overbearing. Society floundered, now a compound word for ruination and bewilderment. 

Carl upon his knees just as anyone else in line for death's ailed hand. While without his conscience, with his facial appearance seeming mostly apathetic, his mien the bestowal of exemplified compunctious revocation. He heard Negan, ears imploring the man's gritty vocalization, a desire to unleash himself and execute the man in the manner of which followed Glen and Abraham's death. The imagery confronted him, especially as Negan kneels before him, Carl's chrysocolla remained dormant; Pretending the man was not speaking to him. 

"You, hah-oh.. You are a keeper, kid. I want you. I want everything you stand for. I mean, my god. You really are your father's son. The same unattached look of hatred of me, the true fucking hatred. I really, really fucking see that." 

To which Carl gradually, and hesitantly, arose his befallen espy; To glower the man. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. "Smile or something, kid. I mean goddamn.. So motherfuck-fucking serious, this little shit is. Have a goddamn laugh for fucks sake." Carl scoffed in reply, an expression of malice left acerbity within his mouth to the acrimony of Negan's ill-defined words. "Alright then. Maybe this will make the kid smile." A flexion of Negan's knee, standing he would seem to traipse to the middle of the group. Where Rick remained upon his knees. An emotion otherwise disillusioned as whiplashed conniption to be deeply seen as a pure abhorrence, this was plastered across his Father's face, which craned in reverse. Negan's hand to his mouth, a simper as he scanned every being in line. "Here we go." The choosing had begun, Carl knew it, and this left him panic-stricken; But to an extent that was not clearly seen. 

"Ennie." Maggie: Hatred, fear, bereavement.

"Meenie." Carl: Presentiment, anguish.

"Miney." Jesus: Animosity, Justice, Congruism.

"Moe." Rosita: Sentimental, Engaging.

"Catch a." Tera: Physical Alleviation, potency, grievance.

"Tiger." Michonne: Valor, Vigor, Persistence.

"By his toe." Aaron: Devotion, Diligence.

Simper never floundered from Negan's lips. "My mother told me!" Eugene: Pusillanimity, Acumen, Intelligence.

"To pick." Daryl: Bravery, leisurely, hunter.

"The very best." Carol: Compassion, Competitor. 

"One." Eric: Devotion, Conservation.

"And you." Carl, eyes remained hellward.

"Are." Michonne, her upper lip twitched.

"It." Rick: Leadership, Intrepidity, Wardship.

To which Negan chuckled, lucille being lowered beside him. Innermost himself, Carl gazed upon his Father, having a heavy heart of stone and boiling water; Hatred, fear, and loss. Afraid of losing his Father, lashing out and worsening the situation at hand or trying to save him but failing. Instead, the boy remained stagnant. Michonne trembling in anger and fear of losing the man she loved, with her fists clenched and wide eyes. 

"If anybody moves or tries anything, take the boy's other eye out and feed it to one of his friends." 

I love you so much, dad.. I don't want you die, please don't die. I can't live without you, please don't die.

Bat arising, Carl observing with wide eyes. Aghast. 

"NO!" Michonne. 

"STOP IT!" Maggie.

"NO!" Carl, "NO, DAD! PLEASE NO!"

Rick espied his son, lachrymal scaled his cheek, the sun's heat allowing sweat to engrave his face while disrupted by poignancy. "I love you, son." Negan's bat arisen, Lucille to vellicate in Negan's action, "I love you so-" Impact, "NO, DAD! DAD!" With impact brought forth an accentuated bunt, the mere sound of the skull; A crack, crimson ejected from the wound upon Rick's head. Cruor stained the minds of all who admired him dearly, he struggled, an eye gouging out would re-create Glenn's fate. "I lov- lov.. L-oo-ve you.. c- carl.. s-" Another strike. Two. Brain matter walloped against became louder in both thud and slosh as Rick's being was wilted by Negan. 

"I.. I love you dad... I love you so much, dad..."

Therefore, a cheer from negan as his arms lifted; Laughing, an applause for himself. Everyone weeping. But Carl, who stared upon his Father's body; Fuchsia and coral bits of brain seemed to be entirely macerated upon the lime pigmentation of grass beneath it. Carl's sight affixed upon this, a vociferation as he released many other plaintive cries, holding himself. "SPECTACULAR! OOH, FUCK ME! WHEW!" Negan shouted.

To traipse towards Carl, whom was completely withdrawn, only fixated upon his Father; A glimmer of hope that it was someone else, not his father. "I told you I wanted you." To which Carl's respiration was caught within his larynx. A minion of Negan had approached, "Take Lucille." Kneeling, Negan's arms encircled the teenager. Lurching him heavenward, the boy nearly featherweight, was draped over the shoulder of the much larger male. Carl wouldn't fight. He couldn't anymore. 

Not without Rick.