Playing With Evil

Confession

"You thought you could run this place? You just assumed I was dead, even though you didn't find a body!" Negan yelled at Simon. "How do you know they didn't just take me away? Was anyone coming out to look for me? No."

I stood behind Negan watching what was unfolding. Simon stood there, staring at him, not sure what to do. He honestly looked scared, and he should be.

"We were getting ready to send out a group to kill some of the walkers so we could search for you, Sir." Simon told him.

"Right, right. And that is why you decided that you wanted to go and just wipe out Rick and his crew?" Negan asked him, swinging Lucille around.

Simon tried to pretend he didn't see the bat, but I knew he did. How couldn't he? He was obviously holding his breath that Negan wouldn't use it on him. I saw Simon look towards me. "How did you know?" He growled.

"It doesn't matter how I know or how I found out!" I snapped. "What matters is that you were going behind Negan's back not even knowing if he was alive or dead. Taking everything into your own hands, when he was obviously still alive! Do you have any idea how many levels of fucked you would be if you went ahead and did it and THEN found out he was alive and waiting for you when you came back?"

Simon stepped forward, ignoring Negan now and pointed at me. "You don't get to tell me what to do, bitch. You are lower than I am in this ranking. Just because you are running around being Negan's little special fuck toy, doesn't mean you out rank me!"

I glared at him. He obviously forgot Negan was there and so did I. I went towards him and swung, hard. I punched his face. My leg came up and kicked out his knees, dropping him to the floor. I was furious. He had no right to talk to either of us like that. Just because I ratted him out doesn't mean he can start calling me names. He was the one in the wrong, not me. I kicked him hard in the gut and he let out a groan and doubled over, holding his stomach. I heard Negan behind me, what sounded so distant. He nearly laughed.

"That's my girl!"

I used that as fuel. I remembered Negan was there, watching. And I knew that he wouldn't lay a harmful hand on me. Not to mention if Simon were to go after me, Negan would go after him. My hand flew behind me to Negan, not realizing what I was doing. My hand gripped Lucille and I ripped it from his hand. I swung, and I swung hard at Simon. The bat collided with his face. Square in the middle and slammed his head back with a loud crack.

"Damn!" I head Negan say behind me.

He fell back and laid on the ground, face bloody, not moving. I wasn't sure if he was breathing or not and I didn't care right now. I handed Lucille back to Negan.

"She was thirsty." I told him and walked away. I didn't hear Negan say anything and I didn't turn to see what he was doing or even if he was following me. Simon had no right to say that or speak to me like that. He was in the wrong this whole time. I made my way to my room.

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I was laying in my bed just trying to relax. I wasn't upset with what I had done, I was upset about Simon talking like that to me. The door opened and Negan came in. He set Lucille down on the chair like he always did and came over to the bed. I was waiting for him to scold me for doing what I did, or tell me it was wrong to do because I had killed him.

"What?" I asked, not looking at him. "You going to yell at me?"

"No. I won't. He shouldn't have called you that. It was okay for you to attack him like that. Brutal and a bit overboard maybe, but it's okay." I felt him sit down on the bed next to me.