Wow! Thank you all so much for your responses. As I promised, more action, more drama… maybe a few laughs?
This time, we're gonna save Glenn and Maggie and get a closer look at the Governor and all his shit and the confrontation with Andrea.
Michonne is life!
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CHAPTER 4
We're Off to See The Asshole
The road leading back to Woodbury took less time, but there were more walkers to deal with. Michonne greatly admired Rick and his group and their battle strategy on how to handle them. There was no yelling, and they didn't use their guns, though they were all strapped. Some they ignored if they were too far away and the others, they just silently walked up to them, stabbed them in the head and kept it moving. Knowing now that he was Ares, and like her, could keep their memories, she wasn't surprised at all with their military tactics.
As she normally did during her many campaigns, she forged ahead with katana ready to head off any oncoming enemies.
Daryl whispered to Rick, "What is she doing? She needs to stay back behind us."
With his newfound knowledge of who she used to be and her uniqueness from all the other banished gods on this earth, Rick wasn't about to tell her what she should and should not be doing. "Don't worry about her. I have a feeling she's gonna be a great asset to our group. I'm gonna head up and talk to her, while you guys watch the back." He patted Daryl on the shoulder and made his strides wider to catch up with Michonne. He caught her attention when he stepped up beside her, "We have a little time, do you mind if we talk a little bit?"
"Sure."
"I know you have questions, just as I do."
"Maybe."
"Okay, you said you had a friend with you, back at the prison. Is it a guy… a boyfriend or somethin'?" He had walked a little ahead, turning toward her and walking backward. His hand gripped his rifle to stop it from swinging.
She had placed her katana back in its scabbard due to the lack of walkers in the area. Held her strap with both hands and gave Rick a funny smirk, "Not sure why that's a question, but no… not a guy. I guess you're walking like that because you can see in the dark?"
"Yeah."
"I can do that, too. What else can you do?"
He turned back around to lean his head towards her, "Well, I can tell who else has been banished. I see and feel different thangs coming from them. Apparently, my father has a beef with a lot of us. I've seen several this past year. Some tried to kill us, some didn't. I retained my fighting ability, not my strength and I'm grounded… no flying off anywhere. And I remember everything about my life as Ares."
"How many in your group are our brethren?"
"All of em, except for Axel, Oscar and Judith."
"Did you know them from before?"
He shook his head, "No. Zeus probably, like you, snatched the others from the different pantheons around the region. I've been wonderin' if he banished any of my brothers or sisters and I wanted to ask, except I never got the opportunity."
"I see. Judith? She's your daughter, right?"
"She's mine."
"How- "
"I don't want to talk about that now. What about you? You said you can see us, what else can you still do?"
"Yeah, I see you," she looked around to Daryl and Oscar, "I can see Daryl. Everything else is the same as you. Why us and not them?" she said in a hushed tone.
Daryl leaned and whispered to Oscar, "What do they have so much to talk about? They just met." Oscar only shrugged his shoulders, he was just grateful that Rick allowed he and Axel to join the group and not stay at the back of the prison where the walkers were. "I have no idea, maybe their trying to figure out a way to get into Woodbury."
"Well, I want hear it." Looking around to make sure everything was clear, Daryl pulled Oscar with him to catch up with the chatty but quiet duo. When they finally reached them, they both clammed up. "So, what's the plan? Y'all up here talkin' so much."
Rick didn't miss a beat, "We're gonna go to the back wall that's not being guarded. Michonne knows where they are being kept." Michonne looked at Rick like, What the hell!
Daryl stopped, "How would she know? From what she said, Merle took them from that small town. She wouldn't know where they put em." Rick realized his blunder too late. Though both he and Michonne could tell where Glenn and Maggie were by their auras, Daryl definitely didn't know that and trying to explain that to him would probably cause Daryl to shoot him. "She told me they have a place where they keep prisoners and that's where we are headin, alright?"
Daryl accepted his explanation, "Man, I thought you were gonna tell me she had some type of magic or somethin'." Rick sent a relieved look toward her and spoke back, "Nah… that would make me sound crazy. I've been goin' through some thangs, but I'm not that far gone."
"You straight, man." Daryl clapped him on the shoulder then pulled his crossbow over his shoulder and pointed up ahead, "We're getting close, I can see cars and a big gate. Let's go get em'." As they approached, they all crouched down and headed towards the unguarded part. They snuck over the gate and ended up in an empty building.
Rick watched with wandering eyes as Michonne kneeled in front of him, then sidled up to her after making sure Daryl and Oscar were posted at the door to check for anyone coming, "Did you run into any other banished here? Can you tell where Maggie and Glenn are?" She put her lips close to his ear, the brief touch giving him a thrill. But he pushed the feeling away, for he knew his father did something so he could get his way.
Michonne whispered, "There are only two, my friend and the Governor." She pointed, "Maggie and Glenn are in the one at the end of the street and in the back. The Governor and my friend are in bed in that big house." She sounded disgusted when she talked of her friend.
"Oh, so that's why she stayed."
"Yeah."
"Well, I can see em and I can see Glenn and Maggie. They'd better be alive."
While Rick and the rest snuck into the building where Maggie and Glenn were kept, Michonne went to accomplish her own mission… kicking the Governor's ass.
Her thigh might have still smarted a little, but she would be damned if she let that cretin get away with bamdickling (yea, I made that up) her friend, and kidnapping and possibly hurting that cute couple. His ass is grass and if she ever, ever got her wings back and found out his true identity, then her sword is gonna chop him up into tiny little pieces and fed to the Kraken. She didn't care who it was, even if he was Poseidon, the king's brother. Though, she hoped not, he's the only one she knew personally and actually liked in the Olympian pantheon.
She made her way to the Governor's office and waited for him to finish fucking Andrea. She had noticed he spent a lot of time in here and hopefully, she wasn't sitting on something littered with jizzardly (made this up, too) sprinkles. As she waited on the edge of the office chair, she heard a thumping coming from a door in the corner. It was kept hidden by a bookcase, as she'd never seen it before then.
Cautiously opening the door, she was shocked to walk into a room surrounded by dozens of fish tanks filled with slimy green, murky water and the heads of dead walkers. Moving closer, she recognized the one at the top as the soldier that was killed the day they were captured by Merle. "That sick son-of-a-bitch, now I'm really gonna kick his ass." That didn't explain the noise she heard, so she investigated further. There, right in front of a Lazy-Boy and end table, was a small enclosure with a metal gate. She heard shuffling noises coming from within.
10 minutes later…
"No!"
The Governor put down his weapon and took off his holster as he held out pleading hands for Michonne not to hurt his daughter. "Please, don't hurt my Penny."
Michonne kept a grip on the walker's shoulders, "She's not Penny anymore."
He stepped closer, hoping he could get the drop on the woman he had wanted to start his harem with. If she wasn't so damn suspicious, she would be in his bed right now, making tea for him. Now, she found out his secret and he was gonna have to kill her.
Darn, what a waste of booty.
He was startled out of his fantasy when Michonne put the tip of her sword at the back of the walker's neck. "Don't! I'll give you whatever you want. I'll even give you Andrea back."
Michonne narrowed her eyes at him, "Give Andrea back? She's not a thing, she's a person and you fooled her into thinking you were some hot shit. No, you don't have anything I want." As soon as she finished speaking, the Governor grabbed her hand that held the katana, accidentally stabbing the walker, sending it lifeless to the floor. With a cry of anguish, the former deity swung and punched Michonne on the side of her head, making her drop the sword and sending her crashing into the back wall. Grabbing the hands that circled her neck, she held on and kneed him in the groin. Screams and grunts filled the air as they grappled with each other. When the Governor bent over with pain, Michonne fell to the floor and scooted between his legs, standing up quickly to kick him in the ass, smashing his face against the same wall. She had turned to pick up the katana when he jumped on her back. Using her powerful thigh muscles, she power-walked over to the fish tanks, hoping to shake him off and make him let go. His arms snaked around her neck, putting her in a head lock and her only purchase was to hold onto the tanks.
The fool finally got it that he was a least a foot taller than her and doubled her size, so he squeezed his arm and smacked her head into the glass. "Yea bitch, let's see if you can fight though that," he gloated. Michonne watched as dirty water, shards of glass and the rubbery feel of a walker head touch her face. She took a closer look as she struggled and the damn thing winked at her, giving her the extra adrenaline to push herself and the Governor away.
"Damn, you're strong!" Then he dragged her backward, pulling Michonne to the ground, as well as the fish tanks. She fell on her back and he jumped on top of her, trying his best to wrap his hands around her throat again, but she kept moving too much. "Hold still! Let me strangle you." Between his knees, Michonne flipped to her stomach and tried to crawl to where her katana lay.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch." He got his arm around her again, so she had to find something else to stab him. The broken fish tank was right in front of her and all she had to do was reach out and grab the large piece sticking out the side.
She couldn't believe what happened next. This fucker had the nerve to stop choking her so he could feel up her ass. Here they were, wrestling in dirty ass water, trying to kill each other, walker heads slipping and sliding, trying to bite them and he wants to stop to mess with her butt. "You have called me bitch one too many times and now you want to insult me by thinking I want you touching my ass? Oh, you are so fucked right now." She tightened her fist around the shard and without even looking, swung her arm backward to jab the piece as far into his eye socket as possible.
The Governor screamed, yanked himself off her and tried to pull it out. Michonne hopped up and grabbed her katana and saya. Watching the idiot cry his head off, she decided that wasn't enough damage. Taking a few steps back, she envisioned herself as the Denver Broncos' placekicker and kicked the crap out of his stomach, making him holler even more. "That's for hurting Glenn and Maggie." Next, she became the goalkeeper for the Columbus Crew. "That's for fucking Andrea into stupidity." That kick stunned him and he just stared at her with his good eye, whimpering.
Still wasn't enough.
She grabbed him by the top of his hair and with an open palm, she bitch-slapped the shit out of him and shook him while scolding him, "Do not call women bitches, ever. And, the next time you decided to feel on a woman's ass, you ask first." Then she slammed his head back against the wall.
She wasn't surprised he didn't get enough when he garbled through swollen and bruised lips, "Fuck you, bitch."
She pulled out her sword and wickedly smiled, "I knew you'd say that." Before she could take off his fool head, she heard the click of a gun being cocked. Holding her position, she looked over and lo and behold, Andrea, her dick-drunk friend, held a gun on her.
Circling around each other while the whiny baby cried about his eyeball, Andrea looked at her like everything was her fault. "What have you done?" Michonne stopped moving and rolled her eyes, "What does it look like? I beat his ass, that's what I've done. And if you weren't so blinded, you would be helping me, not pointing a gun at me."
"But he's my friend." She cried.
Not worried in the least for the blubbering, phony politician, she stopped and slid the sword back into its scabbard. Staring at her incredulously, growled at her, "And what the fuck was I? Let's recap shall we. I was the person who kept your ass alive until you found the next chump, huh? Well, you showed me. I'm leaving. Be lucky you both get to live, but the next time I see you or him, say goodbye to this earth. If you try to shoot me right now, best believe, honey, you will pay for it, tenfold." She leaned toward Andrea, daring her to pull the trigger.
Andrea had never been so scared in her life. She thought she knew everything about Michonne: those two pet walkers that traveled with her when they met, happened to be her fiancée and his friend. She knew everything about the death of her son. She was never afraid of her. Never had a reason. Michonne always treated her with kindness, even when Andrea made a fool of herself frontin' as a badass. She would leave camp alone and tried taking on several walkers, only to end up crying for help. Michonne would come to the rescue looking bored, knock off some heads, then go back to eating the granola bars she usually had in her bag.
Michonne should understand, she was brought up to believe she needed a man to feel whole and to be honest, she wasn't the best of fighters and if she had stayed with Michonne much longer, her friend would've found out how much of a sorry-ass, she really was.
Not willing to test if Michonne was telling the truth, she put her gun away and ran to her man. "Oh, my poor baby, what can I do to help?" The governor curled up into a ball and sobbed in Andrea's lap while Michonne shook her head in disappointment as she walked out.
A few hours later…
They made it back to the prison. Rick, Michonne, Glenn and Maggie. Oscar had been killed and Daryl, bless his heart, stayed behind to help his brother, Merle, only to be captured by the Governor and his henchmen. They would have tried to rescue Daryl, if it hadn't been for Glenn's injuries. Now that they knew the layout of Woodbury, knew who and what they were dealing with, Rick thought it best to take care of Glenn first, then go back and rescue Mr. Dixon.
Introductions were made, and words were said in honor of Oscar. Michonne got acquainted with the rest of the group, Beth, Axel and Judith. She really took a shine to Carl. He was so sweet when he came up to her and thanked her again for bringing the formula for his sister. Such a polite, young man. I really need to watch cussing around him. There was no shimmer around the tiny baby, nor Axel, but Beth gave off a glow. She was still curious about Judith but was too tired to really think about it. She was also a little afraid to get to close to her. It was the thought of being around an infant again that brought her here, now she felt intimidated being around her.
The plan was set when to rescue Daryl and everyone retired for the night.
Except for Rick, he had a problem.
"Michonne!"
Startled, she narrowed her eyes at the man who bellowed her name. She just settled down in the cell assigned to her and was ready to get some sleep, when he scared the crap out of her. She stuck her head out the door and yelled back, "What?"
Feeling chagrined for probably waking somebody up, he walked over to her door and spoke quietly, "We need to talk," while looking around making sure no one paid attention. He stalked away and waved his finger for her to follow. Though, she didn't care for the bossiness, she reluctantly followed.
They were back at the holding cell when he asked, "When we were pulling out Glenn and Maggie, I noticed you weren't there, but when we got back to the wall, there you were. Where did you go?"
She wasn't used to anyone questioning her whereabouts, but for Rick, she answered. "To see the Governor. I went to his office and waited for him."
"So, that's where all the extra cuts and bruises came from. Why did you do that?"
Taking a deep breath, she replied, "He fooled my best friend. If it hadn't been for me, Glenn and Maggie would have been safe and he killed people when he didn't have to. I needed to end him."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Did you."
She sighed, "No. I kicked his ass and ripped up his eyeball. Was getting ready to kill him, but Andrea stopped me. After everything she saw, the severed heads in fish tanks, him trying to choke the life out of me, and… his daughter was a walker by the way, and he kept her in there on a leash." Michonne closed her eyes with the pain of seeing another child without warmth, without life.
"Andrea? Nah, couldn't be the same one. You know, if you had told me and waited, I could have helped you."
She gave him a tired smile, which gave him another thrill, "Thanks, but I handled it." With a frown, she squinted at him, "Since I left him alive, I'm gonna have to leave this place. He's going to come looking for me and I can't put you all in danger. I'll help with rescuing Daryl and then I'll leave a trail leading away from the prison."
Rick grabbed her shoulders, "No!"
"Ow!"
Realizing how tight his hold was on her, he loosened his grip, "I'm sorry, but you're not going anywhere. You are one of us, now. You are the only one that sees the thangs I see. This is not your fault. If it wasn't today, then it would be some other time down the line that we would have ran into Woodbury. It's better to handle it now, than be surprised in the future. We were brought together for a reason and not the one my father conjured up, but for us to survive."
Michonne nodded in agreement, "You need me."
Rick's eyes traveled from her warm, captivating gaze down to her alluring hips, snapping back, "Yeah… I do."
They separated and went back to their cells to rest for tomorrow. Michonne lay there thinking. I have to stop him. He's not going to leave it alone. He'll find Rick's group and someone could get killed. I have to go. Right after we get Daryl back, I'll take off and go after him. If Andrea stands in my way again, she'll have to go too. With her plan set, she settled down to sleep.
Unbeknownst to anyone, invisible Zeus stood above her, "Oh no, little girl. You're not going anywhere." The king clapped his hands and did a happy dance. Snapping his fingers, he took off to go bug his wife while he left fate to do what it will.
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