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muraae · 8 years ago
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Devil Devil, Chapter Two lFANDOM: The Walking Dead
WARNINGS: Language, violence, sexual content, and Negan. Negan is his own warning.
WORD COUNT: 3658 TAGS: @negandarylsatisfaction @densrl @winchevrolet
Her head hurt. Eyelids heavy and gritty, Emma groaned as she slowly awoke, her head throbbing with pain as if someone were banging it like a drum. Why was her pillow hard and kept slightly bouncing against the back of her head? And why did it keep vibrating and making noises? Almost as if it felt like… the rumbling of an engine?
Her eyes flew open as a sudden memory filled her brain.
“Please… it had to have been a nightmare…” She thought to herself. But as her eyes took in the moving line of trees in pitch black darkness, her forehead leaning against the window glass, she could see that her nightmare was actually her new reality.
Every passing of the line of trees was too fast, too dark, too soon carrying her away to whatever torment and misery awaited. Each bump in the road reminded her of her freedom disappearing behind her. She recalled the swift, heavy, and loud thwacking of a baseball bat, the sheet and shrill ringing in her ears that were the screams and cries of her friends and family. She turned her thoughts to them to keep the heightening sickness in her stomach at bay. Had the rest of the Saviors let them go? How were they holding up? Emma when a sudden thought entered her head. What if they tried to rescue her? More than anything she hoped that they wouldn’t try anything so foolhardy and stupid, but then again, Emma realized, how could they? They had no idea where where this Sanctuary was. Her blood chilled. Sanctuary. A sacred place that meant safety and refuge; however, the word had suddenly become a death knell that echoed through her again and again.
She was being taken to live with a monster and his minions. She was going to live out the rest of her life on their lands. She’d be little more than a lamb for slaughter living in a den among lions and wolves. More than likely Negan would put her in a prison cell. Lock her up and forget she was there, forget that she was also human and that she needed food, watered and warmth for survival just as much he and his people did.
Sitting up straighter, Emma realized she should’ve been paying more attention to where they were driving. Prisoner or not, she refused to play the role of simpering damsel in distress and easily give in to her new way of life, let them do what they want with her, and then either waiting to die or for someone to come rescue her. She had already played the persecuted maiden and she vowed to herself with God as her witness she would never again. Monsters were real, that was much Emma knew was true in the literal and metaphorical sense. There was no room for damsel in distressed or ingénues in he new world that she and everyone around her lived in. She was her own hero. She would find her own way to outsmart these people, escape, and find her way back home. The heroes in her books always had some type of leverage to help them defeat the villain and return home.
Emma scanned through the dark woods as quiet as possible in search of any familiarity that she thought could be useful to her, but the dark trees all looked the same to her and there were no distinct landmarks that she could use to find her way back if she tried to escape that caught her eye. Glancing from her passenger seat window, she slowly cascaded her blonde locks like a veil to appear she had bobbed her head while still passed out, she took a quick side glance to see much to her chagrin that Negan was the driver. Wouldn’t he’d have rather had one his men drive the vehicle to wherever this Sanctuary was instead after the night’s events.
Emma suddenly felt her whole body pulse with fear, her heart thumping. Squinting her now deer in the headlights blue eyes for closer inspection, she made out small patterns that ranged from pinprick to large sizes that had one been scarlet, but had now turned into a rust color. It didn’t take a scholar or someone without a brain to see and comprehend what the stains were, and was that- was brain matter slight hanging off one of the zippers of his leather jacket? Sorrow filled her already bleeding broken heart, knowing that it once belonged to someone- anyone that she had held dear and loved- seized and filled her heart with poison against the man who had taken her captive.
“Well look who decided to now just wake the fuck up and bless me with her company?”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear…
Emma did not turn her head around when he addressed her with such crass vulgarity. Instead, she looked straight ahead at the road with no indication that she heard him.
“Aw come on now, doll!” Negan sniggered. “Jesus, at least nod or look at me, so I know I have your attention.”
“You’ve made an observation that I’m awake,” Emma commented. “I see no reason to respond to validate it.”
“He didn’t respond immediately. “Didn’t realize that I was taking a fucking smart ass back with me.”
Emma continued to stare ahead. “I like to think it’s one of my best qualities, so thank you for noticing.”
A corner of Negan’s lip twitched. “Damn, and here I thought I was done with this high and mighty bullshit coming from Prick.”
At that, Emma twisted her head to look at the older man, confused. “Rick?”
“Now I have the princess’ fucking attention,” Negan sneered, chuckling. “Yeah, me and that asshole had some bonding time together after he kept going on about how he was gonna kill me.” He paused for effect, gagging for her reaction before laughing again. “I swear he actually had the balls to threaten me after he watch me take you away and bashing in the Asian and Ginger-”
“What?” Emma whispered, feeling her heart stop beating, her breath becoming labored.
Negan widen his eyes and gasped mockingly as though he was scandalized by her reaction. “Well I couldn’t let them go unpunished! That little Asian prick decided to go play fucking hero for his wife when I said not to and Ginger practically offered himself up. Why I couldn’t refuse them-”
“Their names were Glenn and Abraham!” Emma snapped, looking at her captor with such withering rage. “You told me that you wouldn’t hurt them if I went you-”
“And I fucking told you that y'all fuckers needed to pay!” He sneered, clearly reveling in the blonde’s anger that had willingly offer her life for nothing. “Just you deciding to play martyr ain’t enough for the fucking damage you all caused.”
Emma’s heart gave herself up, but all for nothing. And now, Abraham and Glenn were dead. Glenn and Maggie’s child would never get to know his or her father.
And it was all because of him.
“Let’s get something clear doll face,” Negan continued. “If you think that this is going to end all happy with fucking show tunes playing in the background then you were definitely not listening to all that shit I spewed back there. This ain’t no fairy tale where you all get to grow old sitting around the table at Sunday dinner. They all belong to me and so. Do. You.”
Emma refused to cry before him; she was not going to show him that he had any power over her, especially her emotions.
“I belong to no one,” she said icily, giving him a hateful glare and lifting her chin in defiance.
And then, something happened. Negan’s lips started to wear an odd kind of smile. And then, derisive laughter escaped him. It was loud and hearty that Emma thought for sure that tears would leak from his eyes. But there was no sympathy. It was just cold, mocking, and humorless. Then he stopped abruptly and he was back to being jovial and maniacal self.
“Alright sweetheart, let lay this down for you real quick,” His deep voice was teetering on impatience, she could hear the temper that he was trying to rein in at bay. “You can either suck it up make do with your new situation and be grateful that I’m not stopping this piece of shit to the side and kill you, or you can have a shitty existence in your new home because one thing’s for sure do not be a difficult condescending little bitch to me. I don’t tolerate disobedience- actually I don’t tolerate a lot of shit. So you better start fucking remember why you’re here in the first place. Do I make myself clear?”
Emma swallowed and mutely nodded her head ‘yes’, not trusting her voice to give way her inner thoughts. She shuffled in her seat as Negan’s threats amplified the already uncomfortable atmosphere within the RV.
Satisfied with her answer, Negan turned his attention back to the view before and called out cheerfully, “I’m glad we have that out of the way! I think you’re gonna like Sanctuary…”
She drowned out his words as her breathing became labored, her shoulders tight and her heart threatening to burst from her throat. Every word he droned on made her fear and hate for him grow stronger. Despite his threats and actions, she the icy hatred swirled around her heart. Th rage felt more comforting than her stories or anything else that brought her peace. It was a silent reminder that despite her fear, she had to keep going and make do with her situation.
She would survive. For Maggie and Beth. For Glenn and Abraham. For their family.
The wrath seethed below the surface, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
Make no mistake, you won’t be the one to kill me. I will live until see you groveling and begging for mercy before you die. And it won’t be Rick who will kill you.
I will.
With my own two hands.
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