What The Heart Wants/A Violetine Story

Chapter 8

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Minerva anxiously tapped her foot against the floor. She made sure she wasn't loud enough to make Clementine break her neck, even though she could take her, who would lose to a gremlin anyway?

She wasn't comfortable with the fact that their prisoner was now untied, and free to do whatever she wanted. Clementine might be tough, but there wasn't much she could do while still recovering.

AJ is a good shot, but he's still a child. The woman could take him down easily, depending on how fast she was.

She wasn't going to let that happen.

She tried to block out the conversation happening before her. It was like back on the boat with Lilly, when she would talk to the prisoners, when she would talk about things that didn't concern her. Minerva made sure not to listen unless her name was brought up.

She didn't like getting involved, she especially didn't like hearing that woman's voice, not after she perfectly set up Sophie's murder.

Sighing, she kept her eyes focused on Clementine.

That girl, she was too stubborn, just like... just like Sophie was.

"You've grown so much." Christa said, still in awe at the sight of the child she lost many years ago. She figured she wouldn't survive long. She knew that the girl was strong, and that she wasn't easy to break.

She saw how mature and strong she could be.

She could still remember the nights she cried over Lee and... and Omid, until she stopped completely.

She never expected to find out she survived for so many years though.

"Well, not much." Clementine chuckled. "I'm still really short." That made Christa smile.

"Where have you been?" The woman asked, curious to what happened prior to their separation.

"I met another group, after we got separated. I got bit by a hungry dog and, uncle Pete and Luke found me and saved me, though when they brought me back to their group, everyone freaked out and thought it was a walker bite." Clementine started explaining, then winced at the next part. "They locked me in a shed just to be sure."

"They didn't treat you?" Christa asked, visibly mad.

"I had to steal some stuff, and sewed up my arm myself, just like you taught me." Her hand reached to her sleeves, hesitating for a moment, before showing her the scar. "They were nice people, but they escaped from this... fucked up asshole, Carver." She spoke his name with as much venom as she could. She could never forget what he's done, she could never forget him destroying Kenny's eye with that walkie talkie, nor could she forget the sight of Alvin tied up to that chair.

That poor man, he deserved better, and he deserved to see his child.

"Is this the group my parents were in?" AJ asked, and Clementine nodded with a sad smile.

She then turned to Christa, realizing that she hasn't properly met AJ yet.

"This is AJ, Alvin Junior. His parents were in that group." She then sighed. "They didn't make it... everyone from that group died, and I was the only survivor. They even had another kid with them, she was a bit older than me, but she... couldn't function in a world like this.

"God..."

"Yeah... His mom died shortly after giving birth. Since then, we... other people we met stole what we had and ran away, so it was just me, Kenny, and Jane... then it was just me and Kenny..." Clementine closed her eyes, and no matter what, she couldn't escape the guilt of what happened to Jane.