The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 9

Reagan's POV:

        My eyes widened as I glared at the raggedy blonde man in front of me. He directed a questioned look into my pupils, and opened his mouth, " What the hell are yo-" He started as my hand slapped over his mouth, shielding his words. I gave him a serious look,
"Look man, I don't want to be here so just shut the hell up while I try to find a way out of this prison." I whispered whilst  scowling at him. He held his hands up obediently and reached for my pale hand masking his lips.
"Kid, I can understand why you want to get out of here," He murmured, coral pink lips shaping each word. " But if Negan were to catch you,"
"Yeah. IF he were to catch me. Which he won't, trust me," I stated as-a-matter-of-factly. He sent a disapproving glance,
"Listen kid, I've known Negan for a while, and you do not want to find out what he'll do to you if you disobey his orders."  His eyes abruptly softened as his eyes shot holes through the floor. "But I guess if you want to have a hot iron pressed to your face, then go ahead kid." His pupils locked with mine, having a certain degree of sadness filling them. My eyes darted from his grey pupils, to his malformed side of his face. Skin bumpy and uneven, as well as evidence of past stretching of the skin. I put 2 and 2 together and realized that Dwight has had previous experience with this treatment. Up until this point I hadn't felt intimidated by Negan. Sure, he did have an entire Sanctuary on their knees when he stepped into a room, but I'd always seen him in a different lighting. From what I'd seen, yes, he was an asshole, and a dick. I mean he did brutally murder my father, but he'd been pretty empathetic towards me. Which I hated. But now, now I truly was anxious. "You okay kid?" Dwight questioned, seeming genuinely concerned. I furrowed by eyebrows in thought.
"Yeah," I replied softly. "Sorry for holding you, I should get back to the doctor's office anyway." I quickly walked to the door, he softly grabbed my non injured wrist.
"Hey, kid, if you ever need anything, I'm here."
"Thanks Dwight," I smiled at him.

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Regina's POV:

         I tugged at the rim of my cyan shirt as Negan stepped through the doorframe. "Hope you didn't miss me too much." He winked, flashing his pearly whites. A light red dusted my cheeks in response, he smirked at my lack of eye contact. He grabbed a wooden chair and dragged it in front of me, as I was seated in a matching one. He placed himself on the seat, as a crack emitted from the pressure. " Let's start the interview, shall we?" He asked, eyes flickering to mine, chocolate brown with speckles of gold flakes embedded deep within. I nodded in response. "Why are you here?"
     "My group was attacked, and Simon was just driving by so I took the opportunity." I 'honestly' replied. He nodded slightly and continued to quiz me until he felt he'd received enough information.
"Thanks for following through Regina, I'll get someone to show you to a room you can stay in." He sweetly responded.
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Sorry guys for another short chapter, but it may be a while until I can get back into the swing of things, so yeah. Also, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 4 THOUSAND READS OH MY GOODDDDD.
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