Hey again! I would really like opinions on how this is going? I love the story but I would hate to be writing if no one is actually enjoying it? So, please, help a girl out haha. Is there anything you guys want to see?
Baby, I'm a sociopath
Sweet Serial Killer
Callie lets her eyes slowly flutter open, looking at the bright light with a groan. She slowly pushes herself to sit up, frowning as she didn't recognize the room. "Negan?" She asks quickly, whimpering in pain and trying to stand on the floor as a man rushes into the room "Miss, you have to rest." The man says, leading her to sit comfortably. "Who are you? Where's Negan?" She asks, watching him carefully. A sigh of relief leaves her lips when the door opens, his voice filling the silence. "I step out for a minute and now is when you fucking wake up" He chuckles, walking over to her.
Callie slides her eyes over him and as soon as he is close enough, her hands gripping onto his shirt which was clear as he had unzipped his jacket. "Y-You're okay" She whispers, nodding. Negan smiles and slides a chair over "I'm fucking great Doll, well apart from the fact you almost fucking died" He says, looking over her. Callie sniffs "I just, saw the gun..and I imagined you dead. So I ran." She whispers, grabbing his hand. Negan seemingly ignores what she says, looking up at the doctor. "And what do you fucking say about her condition" He asks the man harshly.
The doctor clears his throat. "She has stitches, needs rest, good food and water, which I am sure you have. She needs to be comfortable" He says, nodding. Callie looks up at Negan "Is the man who shot me still alive? " She asks, sliding off the seat easily, well, hiding the pain. Negan places his hands on her shoulders "I will fucking handle it" He says, Callie letting out a laugh "I want to smash his head in with Lucille" She growls, watching as his pupils suddenly largen in desire.
Negan holds her chosen weapon out to her, Callie wrapping her hands around the handle and nodding. "Is she okay to do this Doc?" Negan asks, raising an eye brow as he nods "She just, has to be very careful" the doctor says. Negan lets out a laugh "Lets go then, Sweetheart" He says, yanking open the door and letting her step out. "Bring me the mother fucking fucker that shot my wife!" He shouts, grinning . Callie looks up at him " Kiss good luck?" She whispers, joking and definitely not expecting him to do it. Negan smirks and leans down, kissing her deeply. Callie gasps, making sure not to hit him with Lucille as she kisses him back.
The two don't pull apart until someone clears their throat. Negan pulls back and looks at the man who shot Callie then to his Savior. "On. His. Knees." Negan growls as people gather round "Come on every-fucking-one of you! I have a little show!" He calls, holding his arms out. "Now you all saw what happened, this piece of fucking shit. Shot, my wife. Now, take a look at her. " He says, walking behind Callie and placing both hands on her shoulders. " My two girls right here" Negan says, careful not to hurt her injured shoulder. "This little sexy, blonde, sweetheart. Came out here to see how I run shit! She is a mother fucking guest! And this man respected that, By shooting her, Twice!" He growls, his eyes looking around all the faces.
Callie's grip tightens on Lucille. "Now" Negan chuckles, moving back "This is what I call, Justice!" He says as Callie lifts the bat above her head before slamming it down on the mans head, feeling pain rip through her shoulder, but she doesn't stop. Lucille comes smashing down until there's nothing but much, Callie almost covered in blood, both hers and the mans as her stitches had ripped. Negan steps forward and takes Lucille "Now wasn't that shit hot!" He says, leading Callie back to where the doctor was standing "Clean up that shit! We leave in an hour!" Negan shouts.
After being patched up, Negan led Callie to his truck and helped her inside. He sat in the passenger seat, letting her curl up in his lap as Simon drove. " I assume we got good shit?" He asks, looking away from Callie's sleeping body and over to Simon. "Yeah, veg, some more gun, little bit of canned goods, meds and meat." He says, focusing on the road as he speaks again "She was good with Lucille" Simon adds, looking over at the blonde. "Fuck yeah she was, never knew she had it in her" He grumbles, pushing her hair from her face as. Simon lets out a small laugh "Got a favorite there boss?" He says, watching as Negan rolls his eyes before glaring at him. Negan and Simon always got alone and out of all Negan's men, he did trust him the most. "Out of all of them, she seems actually interested." He says before grinning "Plus she is hot as hell and can fight" He chuckles.
When they reach The Sanctuary, Negan shouts orders to his men before heading straight up to the parlor. He kicks opens the door, still carrying Callie. A few of the girls gasp, Sherry jumping up. "What happened?" She asks, hurrying over as Callie gently opens her eyes. Negan clears his throat and gently puts her down. "Ill go get your fucking meds, sit down" He says, turning around and leaving. Callie watching him go before turning to the girls.
After going over what happened to the girls, a small tear slid down her cheek. Callie wasn't crying because of getting shot. She was crying because she had almost lost Negan. Callie wasn't crying because of the memories of her brother. She was crying because she knew he was gone. Callie wasn't crying because she had killed a man. She was crying because she enjoyed every second of it, every hit, and that scared her. It scared her because, she did it not because he shot her but because he tried to shoot Negan. Callie murdered a man because she was in love with Negan.
'Cause I love you.
Just a little bit too much.