𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{32} Betrayal At It's Finest

"Seems like we're all stuck in this shit storm then"

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The Hilltop was a lot different than Brooklyn expected it to be. First off, it was huge, with four thick wooden walls boxing the community in, and guard posts situated at the front of the gates. Sat in the middle of it all, was a lavish looking mansion, captured in not only a sense of style, but protection too. To add to that, there was a lot of people there, camping out in tents or completing tasks that needed tending to- all in all, everyone was playing their part.

"Nice place you got here," the lieutenant admired, roaming her sight from one place to the other, "I can't wait to see everybody!"

Rick roughly tugged on the nape of her hoodie, grunting at the use of her sarcasm, "just keep moving, it's getting dark and no doubt will the saviours turn up at some point," he snarled.

Mocking him, Brooklyn scrunched her face up and snickered, trudging through the masses of mud and soil. Everything she was doing was put on to tease the Alexandrians and the Hilltoppers to make them feel uneasy, when really, the girl was masking her own identity. After finding out about what happened to Negan earlier, Brooklyn had wanted to curl up in to a ball and flood her emotions- but now she had a job to do. She had to make sure that the saviours won.

It was quite uncomfortable being guided throughout the town, not only because the girl had the barrel of a gun harshly digging against her temple, but because of the crude stares and glares she was receiving from the people passing by. A part of Brooklyn felt humiliated, she was Rick's prisoner- again, which in her mind, made her look unskillful and stupid.

"I fucking hate this," she tumbled up the steps of the mansion, squinting her eyes at the sight of Michonne and the rest of 'Rick's little gang'. Brooklyn ducked her head down in embarrassment and wrapped her arms around her torso, "great."

With her hands placed firmly on her hips, the woman who Brooklyn had once called- Samurai sword lady, strolled towards them both, patronisingly smiling at the new prisoner they'd acquired. "Brooklyn Scotts, glad to see you again."

The saviour craned her neck upwards so that the woman could see the lingering scorn plastered on her features, "go fuck yourself." Michonne cruelly scoffed and tutted in response before walking away in to the opposite direction.

Fed up, Rick led the girl inside, shoving her forwards in to a vast room full other prisoners who actually happened to be saviours. "Holy shit, Jared? Michael? Alden? What the fuck are y'all doing here?!" She stood still in the doorway, her mouth agape and the sleek silhouette of her figure outlined by a dim lamp in the hall.

Most of the saviours attempted to climb to their feet, but were restricted by the heavy chains suffocating their wrists and ankles. "They're prisoners," interjected a woman who'd only just entered the room.

"I'm sorry," Brooklyn maliciously smirked, licking her lips in a devilish manor, "but who the hell are you? I've seen you once or twice, and every time you look at me, you look like you wanna rip my god damn head off!" She flailed her arms up in the air, earning a few raspy chuckles from the saviours sprawled around on the floor.

"Maggie," she replied with a sharp glower, "Maggie Rhee... Your boyfriend killed my husband." Her last retort was spat out with so much hatred and resentment, that the tone of her voice was nearly quite frightening.

Well I think I can guess what her motive is.

Piss her off, show her you're not scared of shit!