Part One
So I actually wrote this a while ago, it was this prelued to this orignal story idea I have. But I figured I'd see how people take this first.
I don't own anything. Robbert Kirkman has effectively ruined my life with this seiries and I couldn't be happier.
Enjoy.
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He waited.
It may be a little bit dramatic, but after all the hell that this man put these and his people through, he felt that he could afford to indulge just a little.
"Sasha," he heard Negan call as he sauntered toward the casket.
That was his cue to start walking forward. Morgan's cue to work his magik. And Princess's cue to start humming that haunting song she likes.
"You will not believe this shit." He opened the casket only to find it empty.
He stood there for a moment in shock not quite seeing the emptiness in front of him. Then he whipped around glaring at Rick, of course suspecting that something happened. Maybe they somehow managed to get her out when his men were taking care of the fallen trees. That would have been the only time it could have happened. But one look at Rick and he knew that wasn't right.
Rick was livid.
"Where is she?!" he demanded the leather-clad bat wielder. "What did you do with her?"
"Like I know you prick." Negan hissed loudly. "I assumed you did something to get her out."
"Where is she!?" Rick roared his hand inching towards his empty holster.
"Will you listen for once and just-" but he cut himself off.
There was this odd, haunting sound on the wind. A melodious hum carrying a tune that sent a shiver down his spine. He had never heard the song before, and yet there was this nostalgic tone to it.
"Hmm-mm-m, hmmm-hmm-mm-m. Hmm-mm-m."
Turning back toward the road he could make out three bodies heading his way. Not dead, their stride was too coordinated for that. They were alive, and they were walking past his men like they were strolling through a flowery meadow.
"What the shit?" he choked, glaring at his men, but they were only staring ahead not at all aware of what was happening around them. "No seriously, what the shit. Turn around and shoot those assholes!"
But they weren't listening. They just stared ahead. Not at all-seeing or hearing the haunting scene before them.
The girl, that was where the melody was coming from. She was an odd little thing. Short, gold skin and enormous frizzy black hair, and wide brown eyes gleaming through her goggles. And she was wearing a goddamn pink fur coat. Her smile was edging on manic and it unsettled him. He was crazy, but she may just be mad as a hatter. The others were less unsettling. The man in the front wore a long leather trench coat over a vest and cargo pants. He had a knife strapped to each leg and Negan doubted those were the only ones he had. His hair was long and partially hidden by a beanie. Then there was his majestic beard. Negan suddenly regretted shaving his own. The other was a black man with an intense air around him. His eyes darted all around, watching everything with cool eyes. He was gripping a staff and Negan just knew he was more than capable of handling it. They were all a threat and his people were just ignoring them.
"Oh~oh Death. Oh, ~ Deaath." The girl sang, her voice low and writhing. "Oh~oh Death. Won't you spare me over another year?"
The song made him stiffen and before he knew it they were standing right in front of him. The girl, still humming her tune and now swinging around a spear that he just now noticed.
"Hi." The majestic bearded man smiled intuitively tilting his head, his blue-green eyes shimmering with a cold fire. "Negan, right?" he asked. "I'm Jesus, well that's what some call me, my real name is Paul Monroe and this is Princess and Morgan."
"... What the shit?" Negan gaped.
Jesus, as he introduced himself, ignored him looking up to the wall smiling kindly.
"You're Rick, I assume," he called. "I'm Jesus, and this is Princess. As for Morgan, I'm pretty sure that you are already acquainted."
"Rick." Morgan nodded.
"Holy crap!" Princess exclaimed, cutting herself off bouncing on the balls of her feet. "It is him. I've seen him so many times, but it's so weird seeing him in the flesh."
"Princess." Jesus sighed. "You're getting ahead of yourself again."
"But it's really him." She shrieked. "Do you think Andrea and the others are in there too?"
"You know exactly where they are." he groaned. "Please, don't make this into more of a scene than it already is."
"Who the fucking, fucker, fuck do you think you are?" Negan demanded, then glared at his men. "What the shit fucking hell do you think you're doing? Stop staring like a bunch of damned sheep and start shooting these fuckers!"
"Your men," Morgan spoke up in his Georgia drawl. "They won't hear you. They are kind of trapped in another reality. What they're seeing is entirely different from what is."
"What the shit does that even mean?" Negan barked.
"You'll know soon enough," Jesus informed stepping forward pulling off his gloves and coat revealing skin completely etched with ink leaving only inches of pale clear skin visible to all who looked. He took a showy deep breath. Then stood with his hands in front of him and his legs wide. "First we need to take care of a few things. Like those people who are holding Alexandria hostage. And your men of course."
And like that, before everyone's eyes, the most incredible thing happened. The ink lifted from his arms forming a plum of black cloud-like shapes above his head.
"Holy~ shiyat!" Negan choked.
The next seconds were a bit of a blur. Jesus started moving his hands in fluid strokes, throwing his hands out and forward and behind. It looked like rapid-fire tai-chi. As he moved the ink from his body shot out, moving like an army of snakes. Striking out at Jadis and all her people on the wall. But he still kept moving. Looking through the gate they could see the ink was still going, taking down all of the garbage people. The ink moved like bullets, piercing their skulls with ease. As soon as he was done with the threat inside Alexandria he turned, swinging his arms towards Negan's men. This time he made the ink slower and blunt, but only for some of them. He knocked out some and killed the others. He did it with such accuracy leaving his audience spellbound. When he was done, there was a light sheen of sweat on his brow and he was panting ever so slightly. He looked around, making sure that he got everyone before turning back to Rick.
"We need to talk," he called up to the stunned Alexandrian leader.
"Seriously!" Negan shouted losing his shit, his head on a swivel as he looked around at his fallen men. "What the fucking, shitting hell did you just do?!"
"Chill out dingus, dorkus." Princess snort laying her spear across her shoulder in a relaxed manner. "You'll get it in a sec."
"Do you want to tell them or do you want me to?" Jesus asked, looking over his shoulder at her.
"I already went through the whole 'there is a great prophecy and you need to help me fulfill it' speech." she snorted. "And Morgan isn't much of a talker, so it's your turn."
He rolled his eyes at that and turned to Negan.
"First things first," he told him. "We should call on our friends." He then looked up to Rick. "If you had fought the Saviors today, you would not have fought alone. Hilltop and the Kingdom were on their way to help you. We stopped them along the way. They needed to see something before they got here, and now you will see the same thing." he then cast his eyes over his shoulder and said, barely above a murmur. "You can come out now."
Princess giggled, her smile wide as she looked behind them still bouncing on her feet. They all watched with bated breaths as a mass of people came marching up the road. As they got closer certain figures became clear.
Daryl felt all tension seep from his body as he stared stunned, Carol just as much beside him. Terra gave a happy cry while Rosita just covered her mouth as tears slipped past her chin. Rick and Carl stared in shock before smiling with absolute peace. Coming up the road was both Hilltop lead by Maggie and the Kingdom lead by Ezekiel and Michonne. And walking with Maggie was Glenn, Abraham, and Sasha along with a smirking Andrea and goofy looking Eugene. They smiled up at all their loved ones looking like this is what they have been waiting for for years. It was Christmas day for the Alexandrians. A true miracle. Negan, on the other hand, looked as if someone had just pissed in his morning oatmeal.
"As I said," Jesus called to Rick. "We have a lot to talk about."
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Next chapter will be out next week if people like it.
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