Authors Note: Okay so I have decided to try something new. Some of you will probably not like it. I am hoping you will give this story a chance and wait to see the direction of where I am headed before judging to harshly. In this story only one character will be changed for the plot that I have thought of. I'm sorry if it offends anyone, but I really like the idea and had to write it, because it is so very different.
Attention*** Beth will be Negan's sister in this story…
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Beth
I had a monster for a brother. Before the world went to shit, he'd been a good man, a good husband and a good father to his brand-new baby. Yet it was only a year after his daughter's birth when she'd gotten sick and wound up in the hospital, eventually the little girl had died from a heart murmur that had went untreated. Then only six months after his daughter's burial, his wife, Lucille, had died of cancer. The stages to far advanced for medical treatment to make much difference. After Lucille and baby, Jamie had passed, Negan had become withdrawn and depressed, bouts of rage would rule his waking moments, and most of the time, he'd be in a drunken stupor by noon.
Then the end of the world came, and he'd sunk further into a dark place. An unreachable place. He'd started carrying a bat named after his dead wife, and at first, I pitied him. I was his last living relative, and on July 4, when the dead started to rise, and started attacking people, Negan had come for me. At the time I had just started college and was so excited to be on my own. While I had loved my brother, I was finally making a future and a life for myself. Yet as soon as he'd come, I'd had little choice but to follow, after all no one said no to Negan.
He'd started a group, a very large group, with dominance and fear being his primary weapon. At first it had started small, him gathering roadies, and loners as we traveled here to Virginia, but soon we had a whole community of people. When things had started, I thought he was doing something wonderful trying to save people, and shortly however, I learned that wasn't quite the truth. Negan had started taking member's wives, and daughters as his wife, and the brother I once knew had disappeared altogether. Soon he was calling the community the Saviors and visiting other communities they'd found on their travels.
While I wasn't exactly permitted to go on their runs, I heard stories of the horrendous acts he'd been a part of. I really didn't know the man Negan became, and he wasn't exactly trying to let me close to him any longer. I was under his protection however, being his sister, I was completely off limits to anyone really. The women were afraid to take me as their friend, because they feared I would tell Negan the things going on behind his back, or of their hatred for him. Little did they know, I hated my own brother, he was a fraction of the man he'd once been, and I no longer recognized him. The men needless to say kept their distance, Negan would have had their heads on spikes, and that was if they were lucky, and if not a whole hell of a lot worse, if they dared to approach me.
I thought about killing him myself. A dozen times I had contemplated how to do it, but in the end, I had been a coward. You might think I should just put a bullet in his head, and you would be exactly right, I should. I should sneak into his room one night and put poison on something in his water he kept by his bed. I should slit his throat one day, just walk right up to him and end his miserable existence. I didn't do any of those things, however, I sat idly by while he tortured, and a lot of times killed people. Trust me, I really wanted to, but then what?
After Negan was dead then what would happen to me? Everyone hated me by association. I couldn't blame them really. I kind of hated me too. They would come for me. Probably let me turn, and chain me to the fence. I guess those were a few of the things that kept me from acting out my fantasy of annihilating my own brother.
Instead I created a haven of my own. I had found a secluded spot on the roof of the old factory we'd made a community of. No one but Negan, and a few of his right-hand men knew about it, but no one bothered me up here. Sometimes I sat for hours, reading or just watching, and I even did a little daydreaming up here. The imagination was endless while staring at a bright blue sky. Sometimes I even managed to forget the world had went to hell, and I was holding my niece. Or that I had graduated and was working as a vet in some little tiny city surrounded by cows and horses.
That's where I was right now. On the roof and in my own little world, the perfect place for a person related to a psycho. If I needed anything at all, I had a radio at my side, and my brother's men would bring me lunch, or maybe even Negan himself.
Pulling my blond hair, nearly to my waist now, over my shoulders I combed my fingers through the long strands. I was getting ready to braid the thick mass when a commotion broke out on the ground somewhere. Leaving the lawn chair where I sat, I went to edge of the building to see what was underway beneath me.
Looked like Dwayne was back with more prisoners in the back of his truck. Normally, I stayed as far away from Negan's business as I could get, but for some reason I felt my heart contract as I stared at the occupants in the bed of Dwayne's truck. There was an Asian man, a woman with dreads, and next to her a man that looked as wild as my brother. They were both tied and gaged, and actually chained to the steel beneath them. There had been no chance of escape.
I had to admit. Negan thought of everything before anyone else did that was for sure. If there was a weakness at all, my brother was a master at finding it.
"Beth, why don'tcha come down and get the door," Dwayne yelled up to me.
Typically, I would have ignored him. I wouldn't help these men, not even my own brother, torture innocent people. Wanting to get a closer look at the occupants in the truck proved to be my weakness, however. "Hold on, be down in a minute."
I hurried to the door leading inside the building and made quick work of the three flights of stairs to the what was the courtyard. Within minutes, I pushed through the heavy metal doors, and a burst of sunlight flooded the dim factory. Just as I held the door, Dwayne, one of Negan's lackies, appeared holding my gaze for a long moment before turning to the people he'd captured.
If there was anyone in this whole facility, I felt sorry for at any point it would have to be Dwayne. Negan had done a number or two on him. First, he'd taken Dwayne's wife as his own, and then when Dwayne would have protested, my brother had placed a hot iron on his face, effectively shutting down any type of resistance. That was the last day I had actually watched the horrors Negan was capable of, and when I knew the brother I'd grown up with no longer existed.
When Dwayne rounded the truck to take the prisoners from the back, my brows drew together as I watched them being unloaded. They looked to be in pretty bad condition, which was little surprise really, and I could only assume they were being kept for some form of trade, or much worse, knowing Negan.
Dwayne and Shepard yanked the Asian man from the back of the truck no too gently and let him fall to the ground with a painful thud. The black woman came next, and while she put up a struggle, she wound up in the same predicament as the Asian. Then it came time for them to take the wild man from the back, and I could tell before they touched him it was going to be a workout. As soon as Shepherd reached for his arm to heft him up, the man's legs shot out, and wrapped around Shepherds. Losing his balance, Shepherd tipped to the side, and wound up flat on his ass.
I just barely managed to keep the smile from my lips. Yet my enthusiasm didn't last long because Dwayne made easy work of jumping into the bed and planting the butt of his rifle into the temple of the struggling man. Instantly, the guy went down, probably knocked out was my guess.
"Go find Simon, gonna need help gettin' this one out," Dwayne yelled to me. I bit my lip, wanting to protest, but that wouldn't help anything. I cringed when Dwayne used his booted feet to kick the fallen man, several times, mumbling, "Worthless horse's ass… Son of a fuckin' bitch…"
Unable to watch what was happening, I ducked inside, and went to locate Simon. I ran through the building to the bunk house. If Simon wasn't on a run, he was probably sitting in his room, that's what most of the guys in my brother's command did. When I would have turned to head down the long hall, I smacked into a moving object, its arms shooting out to catch me before I fell.
Jerking out of the arms of the wall I had collided with, my blue gaze met no one other than Negan. Inwardly I shivered, his black glittering eyes intimidating even to me, but somehow, I managed to keep my composure, as he said, "Hey little sister, what's got yer panties in a bunch?"
Taken off guard by running into the one man I went out of my way to avoid, I cleared my throat, my explanation stammering out. "Dwayne… he needs… needs some help. He told me to find Simon."
The very last person I wanted to take to the new prisoners stood before me with a cocky smile. If there was a human version of the boogeyman, Negan would have been him. His smile was evil and wide, kind of like how wolf must have been in Little Red Riding Hood. His hair was slick back, stubble lining his jaw, eyes as black as night. At one time, Negan would have been considered handsome, now however, he just made me want to vomit. My stomach actually turning at the sight of him.
"What's he need help with?" Negan's brow drew tight as he looked me over quickly before darting toward the main hall. "Did he find the people responsible for the attacks on our people?"
"I'm… I'm not really… I don't know… He has a few people in his truck," I stated following Negan as he moved around me and headed in that direction. Then his words penetrated my brain. "What attacks?"
That's how out of the loop I was. I hadn't even heard of any attacks. I steered as far away from Negan's business as I could possibly manage. Of course, he was unlikely to involve me in such matters. In this world, least here in this community, women didn't really get the chance to participate unless she was spreading her legs. I would be damned if I was subjected to such a life, and I guess, that is why I kept Negan around. Without him, there was no telling the kind of life I would face.
"Some fuckin' shits decided to attack one of our post… Killed everyone there…" Negan explained as we headed back to the courtyard. "Then the mother fuckers decided to attack innocent riders just makin' a run, Beth… That's the type of world we live in now… No one is safe…"
I didn't respond to his explanation, quietly trying to make sense of what he was talking about. Why would people attack ours? I could only imagine really… People didn't just attack other people for no reason… Did they?
When we came to the double metal doors leading outside, Negan turned to me, his hand coming up to cup my chin. Tipping my face up to his, he said, "Don't worry though… Yer big brother will keep you safe… As long as their breath left in my body…"
That was one thing in the world I didn't doubt. Negan would never, ever let anything happen to me. Sadness filled me for what he'd become, and I could only smile softly up at him as I nodded, saying, "I know…"
He released the grip he had on my chin, letting his forefinger trail down my jaw before turning away. "Want ya t' stay away from these people… No tellin' what kind of shits they are…"
He gave me a hard, piercing look before turning his attention back to Dwayne, who was visible through the window. Holding Lucille over his shoulder, he confidently pushed out into what had been a peaceful afternoon, saying, "What do we have here?"
"Not sure who these two are, but this one's name is Daryl… The fucker who got Chery's sister killed. Worthless piece of shit," Dwayne explained, kicking the man hard in the side. "Found them in the woods, few miles from that town, Alexandria."
Daryl
I don't know how I let the little mother fucker get the jump on me. One minute I was tracking the bastard, and the next, Michonne, Glenn and I was surrounded. The motherfucker had my bow, and I swear the second I had the chance I was going to make him eat one of those bolts. I knew I should have waited to come find his sorry ass, something in my gut had been twisted, telling me I was headed into a world of bullshit.
Now I was sitting tied, and chained to the back of a pickup, staring helplessly at my sister and brother… Yeah we weren't blood related but I claimed them as my family all the same, and now because of my recklessness we were all captive, heading to God knows where to God knows what…
After Dwayne and his comrades had circled us and gotten the jump on his he'd stripped me of my vest, one of the many reasons I was going to make him eat his teeth. The first one being, the fact he'd the worthless piece of shit had killed Denise with my own god-damn bow… What kind of shit was that? Just killin' one of my damn friends with my own weapon…
I glanced back and forth between Michonne and Glenn, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this disaster. No answers were fast coming to me however, the motherfuckers had us chained up, barely able to move. I would like nothing more than to wrap my hands around Dwayne's throat at the moment and choke his life right out of his body. At the very first opportunity that was exactly what I was going to do.
I estimated we were about nine or ten miles away from Alexandria by now… Rick and the others would be wondering where we were soon, and come looking… I'd tried to leave a trail for them to follow, but being that they weren't trackers, I wasn't sure they would have picked up the evidence I'd left… Dropping a bullet here and there wasn't exactly the best trail I could leave, but it was all we'd had. Michonne and Glenn understanding when they too started dropping random things, least till we'd been tied and there wasn't anything we could do after that.
I glared at the fucking weasel that was smiling at me from his perch on the tailgate. Pure hatred filled me, and I could just sink my teeth right on his nose and rip it from his face. Days before all this had happen, Eugene had bitten the man's cock, and if there hadn't been a gage in my mouth preventing me from speaking, I would have taken great pleasure in rubbing that little fact in.
Staring at the piece of shit, I tried working the rope around my wrist loose, but to no avail. The damn thing was so tight it bit into my flesh, leaving them raw and stinging, needless to say I was fucking helpless and that pissed me off to no end. I was used to being in control of everything, and right now, I had no fucking control of anything.
Glenn's face was swollen from the beating he'd taken, and even Michonne had been roughed up a bit. My own jaw was starting to ache, and I could feel the burning in my nose from the few cowardly jabs Dwayne had delivered after I'd been tied. My ribs were fucking sore, and it was kind of hard to breathe, but somehow, I managed to get air in my lungs.
After about a good twenty minutes I felt the truck begin to slow, and from what I could see we were turning into what looked like a factory of some sort. From the road, the community would have never been visible, and it was little wonder we hadn't thought to look here when we'd begun hunting Negan. It was off the highway for fuck sake, and honestly, the last place I would have thought to fucking look.
The fences were tall encircling the property with barbed wire wrapped around the top. It would definitely be hard to escape. Finally, we pulled up to a dingy building, and came to a stop. Taking all of our surroundings, my gaze shifted from the fences to the building, even scanning the top.
The sun was glaring into my eyes, but I could barely see a figure come to the edge of the building, obviously taking in the scene below. I didn't have much time to make out who it was before Dwayne let the tailgate drop, reaching in to grab Glenn. With a hard pull, Dwayne yanked Glenn to the edge letting him drop to the ground with no assistance. A pained groan coming from the man that was like a brother to me.
Then they took Michonne, offering her very little support as she too fell to the ground, luckily Glenn was there to soften the impact of the biting gravel. That's when Dwayne's partner came for me, thinking quickly, my leg straightened, and swept out under the man's feet. Little satisfaction was to be had, because Dwayne's rifle came down hard on my temple. Just as everything went black, I heard Dwayne say, "Beth… Go find Simon…"
