Chapter 2

What Do we Have Here

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Negan eyed her up and down carefully. "And who might you be?" He half whispered walking toward her. She rolled her eyes. "October." He chuckled. "Well now I definitely like the month of October."

Her blood began to boil. How could he laugh after killing Glenn and Abraham?

"You're a monster! She hissed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rick silently pleading with her not to start anything.

Well, fuck that.

She continued on. "How can you kill people and laugh like it's a joke?!" She yelled, infuriated. Her face felt as if it were on fire.

Negan whistled. "We got a real spitfire here!" He said, smiling down at her. Even though he was taller than her, she just came up to his chest, she was fully prepared to beat the shit out of him.

Instead of arguing with her though, he turned to Rick. "Rick, would you please explain to October that since you guys killed a lot of my men and stole a lot of my guns, that I was only evening up the score?" He explained, turning back to her now. He stared into her eyes, his smile and good humor gone. "Explain that if everybody doesn't go along with the deal, that I won't hesitate to kill more people."

A needle of fear penetrated October's anger and fury. She was chilled inwardly by the look in his eyes. "He truly is a psychopath," she thought to herself, staring back at him.

Without another word, he ordered his guys to start going into their houses and taking anything they could get. October saw Negan's men coming out with mattresses and furniture, guns, most of their food, and some other things. She noticed that none of the men left her house with anything. She really had nothing to take. A guy approached Negan and whispered something in his ear. "Huh," was all he said in reply to whatever the guy whispered to him. He turned to Rick.

"Well Rick, it looks like we made a killing today," motioning to all the guns and furniture being piled into their truck. Rick remained silent. "But there is one more thing I want before we leave." He looked at her.

October scowled. "I'm not fucking going anywhere with you." Negan only smiled. Before she could blink her eyes, a gun was pressed firmly to the back of Carl's head. Rick was already pale, but his face went white when he saw that. She looked back at Negan, but he was looking at Rick now. "You pick. October or Carl," he said in a sing song voice. "But choose fast Rick, I want to go home."

October already knew who he would pick, so before he could say anything she spoke up. Carl was just a kid and didn't deserve to die.

"Alright fuck it I'll go!" she snapped, walking over to him. Almost immediately the gun was lowered from Carl's head. Some of the color returned to Rick's face. Negan slung his arm over her shoulders, and October shrugged it off, shooting him a dirty look. He only smiled in return. "Feisty aren't we? Hell baby girl I like that." He murmured in her ear. "Fuck You." She replied. He smirked. "Anytime Baby, Anytime."

Since there wasn't really enough room in the truck for her, Negan, and Dwight, one of the guys she saw Negan sticking close to, she was forced to sit on his lap. If there was ever a situation she hated, it was this one. She had no idea where he was taking her or if she would ever see Rick and rest of them again. They started out and she watched trees and abandoned houses whiz by in a blur like her thoughts.

When they finally arrived, October noticed there were both men and women with guns at every entry way and all around the area, extinguishing any hope of a successful escape. The truck came to a stop and people got out and opened the back door and started to unload everything from Alexandrea.

Once they were out of the truck, Negan called for Dwight. "Why don't you escort our guest to her room?" He told Dwight.

Dwight led her inside while holding her by the arm tightly. "I'm not a fucking baby," she snapped, snatching her arm away. Dwight just stared at her. "Funny, that's how you've been acting." He said coldly. "Fuck Yourself." She muttered, as they continued on.

They came to a room at the end of the hall. Dwight opened the door and shoved her in, closing it and locking it. She waited until she heard his fading footsteps, then frantically looked around for something, anything, that would aid in her escape.

Practically screaming in frustration, she flung open a door and was presented with a bathroom. "Fuck." She muttered, resigned.

She turned and took a good look at the room. It was plain and small. It had a small TV set, a bed, a bathroom, which thankfully had toothpaste and a toothbrush, mouthwash, shampoo and tampons.

She was just about to check out the cabinet next to the TV set when she heard the lock clicking. The door opened and she saw Negan leaning against the door frame. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was standing there. She mentally kicked herself for thinking that. He killed Glenn and Abraham! What's wrong with you?!

"It's time you and I had a talk." He said walking in and closing the door. October suddenly grew anxious and uncomfortable being alone with him in a small room like this. He seemed to fill the room. As always though, she put on her poker face. She noticed his barbed wire baseball bat was not with him.

"What do you want?" She asked coldly. He stood looking at her but considering her question. He smiled. "I want to get to know you better, that's all." She searched his eyes and saw he was serious. She snickered, "Oh yeah? Well I already know all I want to know about you. I know your a psychopath and a killer, and I want nothing to do with you."

Surprisingly, he said nothing, only stared at her. She stared back him. Finally, a small smile played on his lips and he walked toward her until her back was against the wall. He was so close she could smell his Cologne, his lips just inches from her own. He looked directly into her eyes.

"You live for me, you belong to me. You will do whatever I tell you to do," he said in a low and serious voice. She stared defiantly at him. "And you can take your threats and shove them up your ass!" She yelled, spitting in his face to show she was serious.

He didn't back off but wiped the spit of his face, looking at her.

"Okay doll face, have it your way." He pulled out his walkie and called for Dwight. "Hey Dwight, someone needs a time out," he said looking at her. "So I'm gonna need you to escort our bad ass hell cat here to the box." Before she knew it, Dwight was hauling her out of the room with Negan following behind, smiling. She kicked and struggled but stopped when she saw Dwight had pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. They came to a room that was dark inside. October looked at Negan, her face like fire again. Negan only smirked while Dwight shoved her into the room. She fell hard on her knee and cursed in pain as the door closed and was being locked.

"Soon you will see things my way darlin." Negan called through the door. Suddenly a song began to play from somewhere within the room. It was so loud she could hardly think. She sat holding her knee.

"We're on Easy Street..." the song began.

But she was far from easy street.