A/N- Okay, on with discussions.
obsessed naruhina fangirl- I appericate your honest critique and I can see where your coming from, but don't worry, that guy won't lay a finger on Clementine (I know this a spoiler, but you'll find this out in the first couple of sentences in the chapter anyhow). However I'm glad you're passionate about the story and your advice and reviews have helped me write this, so like hell if I'm going to resort to some the sickest "Click" and "Cluke" fanfictions.
apathy- Thanks for your review,Oh don't worry someone will come and finish that guy off (I had it planned before he could even... well you know) either way I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter and your theories on why Carver wanted to see Clementine.
Retroapple- Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying the story and I agree with you on the Nick/Clem story. Those thoughts matched my own when I saw it. Either way I hope this story continues to do the game justice, and I hope you enjoy!
Leggomypeggo- Well, I can't stop the rebellion, through a lot is happening right now. Anyway I hope you'll enjoy the future chapters.
K. Lynn Perks- Crazy shit indeed, anyway thanks for you review!
Lockdown- Clem will get away, I wouldn't resort to "that" but I'm glad for your review and the fact the deaths are well done and emotive.
and finally FunFX2012 and Maximo, thanks for your reviews!
"NO!" Clementine roared, struggling in the man's grip, as he tried harder to pin her down.
"STAY STILL, YOU LITTLE BITC...!" The man roared, but he stopped mid sentence, when Clementine looked up to see why, she could see a knife was protruding from his neck, as his arms became shaky and he fell to the ground, as Clementine rolled out of the way.
Clementine crouched up, to see the man frothing at the mouth, as endless pints of blood poured from his neck, as he twitched and shook. Looking up she could see her saviour pull the bloody knife from his neck. She couldn't tell who her saviours were, they were coated in blood and Clementine couldn't make out their faces in the darkness.
"YOU SICK FUCK!" The man bellowed, his voice sounded familiar... but Clementine couldn't put a finger on it, instead she looked up, to see the first walkers making it over the trench.
"We have to get back inside!" She yelled in fear to her saviour, she sprinted off towards the loose plank in the barricade. She heard the two people behind follow her, reaching the small plank, she moved it and squeezed herself through. Standing up, she watched as a tall man and another girl crawl through the small space. as they all panted like thirsty dogs for a minute or two.
"Was he attacking you? I didn't fuck up again, did I?" The man asked Clementine rapidly. Now Clementine could get a better look at him, he had short wild black hair, wide blue eyes, and was covered head to foot in zombie guts, he was draped in a thick dark blue coat. The girl behind him was wearing a green hoodie, drenched a darker shade due to the walker guts that soaked through it. Her hair was tied back into a neat ponytail and she was wearing square rimmed glasses.
"Yeah, he was and what do you mean again? I don't know you" Clementine told him, as the man's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Oh come on, you give up hope on us that easily?" the man asked lightly, Clementine gazed at him harder and suddenly it clicked. With his southern accent and blue eyes...
"Nick" she breathed in disbelief, as she turned to girl and suddenly saw...
"Sarah" she gasped.
"Hi" Sarah replied, giving a short wave and smiling shyly at her younger friend.
She could barely believe it, they were alive! Nick and Sarah were alive! She should have screamed in joy, but she was too shocked to speak. It wasn't just the fact they looked completely different. It was the fact they were completely unrecognisable. It wasn't just their physical appearances that had changed, they carried themselves differently as well. Whereas their body language was more closed before, now it seemed a lot more open, as they brought an aura of easy confidence with them.
She didn't express her joy in words, instead she simply pulled the pair into a quick hug, savouring the short moment, she broke apart from them, as Nick asked "Clem, what's going on?"
"Were rebelling against Carver, we agreed to rebel tonight, and you two just chose the right moment to show up" she quickly summarised, as Nick nodded to show he understood, as a nearby explosion shook the pen.
"You got any weapons?" she quickly asked the pair of them, as Nick presented her with a glass shard and the kitchen knife he had used to kill the man attacking Clementine. Sarah also pulled out a small pistol from her pocket.
"It only has one bullet" she told Clementine soberly.
"Anything else?" Clementine asked hopefully, as Sarah gestured at a bag she was carrying.
"We gotta a load of meds in here and other stuff we got from the cabin"
Upon hearing the word "cabin" Clementine felt it was time to ask these two a few questions.
"What about you two? Where have you been? What happened to you?" she was hungry for the answers, as Nick grinned.
"All over, back to the cabin, in the river, to the civil war site, in a trailer park... fuck... it's a long story" he mused.
"Same here" Clementine replied, as she readied herself to get back into the brawl.
"Stay in cover and follow me, the others are going to be surprised to see you" she told them, despite the grim situation, she was grinning like an idiot. These two arriving back, alive and well, came completely out of the blue. But it was a surprise that she was welcoming, with open arms.
As she proceeded back towards the shutter Nick suddenly gasped, as if he remembered something and asked "Clementine! Do you know a woman called Li...?" but his question died in his throat when he saw two smoking figures, dart into the pen.
"CLEMENTINE, THERE YOU ARE!" Luke bellowed, he seemed to skid to the floor, as Jane trailed him. As he crouched on the floor, to make eye contact with Clementine, as he planted her all too familiar cap on her head, as (Clementine noticed) his hands were shaking violently, as he dropped her two pistols back into her hands.
"I'm glad you're safe, we were worried out of our minds..." He was speaking at a million miles an hour, his words a panicked jumble. As he grasped at her shoulders and wiped down her clothes.
"You're safe, aren't you? No one hurt you?" Luke said inspecting her form, as Clementine smiled, Luke and Jane hadn't seemed to have noticed Nick and Sarah standing right by her, finally Nick coughed which caught Luke's attention. He looked up at Nick in alarm and quickly pushed Clementine behind him.
"Who are you two!?" he demanded from them in a panic, Nick simply smiled back at Sarah before he turned back to Luke.
"Forget me that easily? I came back Luke, just like you asked me too" Nick said to him. Their eyes locked, as Luke finally seemed to stutter in disbelief, as he stumbled backwards a few steps and stuttered "N... Nick!"
"Hey Luke" Nick replied, rather shyly.
He didn't get any further, Luke jumped on him and hugged him so hard that they both fell to the floor, laughing openly.
"Fucker! You scared the shit out of me man!" Luke laughed, as he clasped Nick's back. Nick rose to his feet, as Luke spotted a beaming Sarah nearby.
"Sarah as well! How did you two survive!?" Luke asked in amazed wonder, as Nick smiled modestly once again.
"Well... a lot of luck and that zombie guts method worked wonders, so thanks Jane" Nick spoke to the shorter haired woman, as Jane nodded casually, as she inspected the pair of them "Well hand them any guns you can spare Luke, we need to get back to business. You two chose a shitty time to come back" She informed a still smiling Nick and Sarah, she doubted they would smiling soon.
"It's great to be back" Nick told Luke happily, as Clementine handed him one of her pistols. Other than that, they had no fully loaded guns to give to Sarah "I taught Sarah to shoot, you should have seen her..." Nick began to proudly tell Luke, as they ran back into the fray, their guns at the ready.
"Hey, you glad to see me?" Sarah asked Clementine, as they crept towards the shutter.
"Yes, I'm glad you're okay Sarah" Clementine told her honestly, as Sarah beamed back at her. Clementine had to keep blinking to ensure that it was her, she looked so much different. She even had a stitched up gash on her cheek. That Clementine kept staring at... unable to believe Sarah was smiling at her through this wound, when the Sarah she previously knew, cried for hours of a slap her father had given her.
"I told you I'd keep to my pinkie promise!" Sarah piped up happily, as Clementine approached the shutter, if it wasn't for Sarah babbling along innocently behind her, she would have panicked slightly. But her calming words, calmed her down too (although she knew this was because Sarah wasn't aware of how bad, and out of control, this gunfight really was).
"Yep and you look like you have some stories to tell me" Clementine muttered, now gazing back at a radically different Sarah.
"Yeah!" Sarah agreed, before another burst of gunfire shut them both up, as Sarah (now starting to grasp the situation slowly) looked at the shutter in increasing fear. "So... you're rebelling against Carver? Are you gonna take this place over?"
Clementine nodded slowly, as she peered into the store and turned back to Sarah "Okay, follow me and keep your head down" she instructed, as Sarah rapidly nodded her head to show that she agreed and would obey.
"Okay... GO!" Clementine roared, as she and Sarah ran through the chaos and behind a nearby shelf, where Nick, Luke and Jane were waiting for them.
"...and then Rebecca gave birth and Eddie and Wyatt..." Luke was rapidly explaining to Nick, who was absorbing this information like a sponge. As Jane fired into the shelves above, before aiming at the guards were now on ground level and also hiding behind the cover of shelves. Several corpses were laying on the ground and as for some of those that had bled out... they were slowly starting to come back. But were soon torn to pieces by the bullets that tore through the warm air of the store.
"This is scary" Sarah stuttered, as she looked up at the celling, her eyes rolling all over the place.
"I know" Clementine said, as she prepared to fire on with Jane.
"I've only got one bullet, I wish I could use it Carver..." she muttered, as she gazed down at her seemingly useless pistol in sadness.
"Carver's in his office. Rebecca said she'd take care of him" Clementine informed, a restless Sarah, as a round of bullets pounded against the shelf they were behind, causing Jane to dive back into cover.
"Then, my bullet can help! I can help! His office windows overlook the whole store!" Sarah mused, now excited, as she suddenly sprinted out from behind cover before Clementine could stop her.
"SARAH!" Clementine roared, rushing after her, but she feared it may have been too late.
Sarah, rushed from behind the shelf that was blocking her way and aimed upwards at Carver's office, his large glass windows were still intact and Sarah could see the top of his head.
"WATCH THIS!" She shouted, as she aimed her pistol through the muzzle and pulled the trigger, her single bullet flew through the air and hit the largest glass window, causing it to shatter violently, as shards of glass rained onto the black and white floor, Sarah didn't see what had happened to Carver, but all she saw heard were a dozen hostile yells. As a dozen bullets suddenly changed their course and aimed directly at her, a small explosive rolled it's way towards her that she didn't notice. But Clementine felt her gut sink, as (in slow motion) she saw the thing roll right up to Sarah's feet.
"NO!" She screamed, she couldn't lose Sarah after they had just been reunited.
But she wouldn't reach Sarah on time, thankfully Jane did. The short haired woman leapt out from behind the shelf, and literally dragged Sarah (by the neck) back into cover, Sarah rolled over to Clementine, as Jane covered her head as the explosive went off, causing everyone's ears to ring and the heat of the explosion scorched a few areas of exposed skin and scorched a few strands of clothes and hair.
"EVERYONE ALRIGHT!?" Jane roared, wiping her own blood from her face, as she gazed back at everyone.
Rubbing a scorch on her elbow, Clementine looked down at a shaken Sarah at her feet, who looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Don't... do that again Sarah" was all Clementine could pant in shock. If it wasn't for Jane's quick thinking, bits of Sarah's fried flesh would now be landing right beside her. Yet here she was in one piece, still hurt but alive.
Sarah didn't speak, as she simply trembled, as Nick and Luke inspected the scene "Fuck Sarah, that was so fucking stupid, don't do that again!" Nick yelled at her in a scalding manner, as Sarah quietly mumbled "S-s-sorry" to the crumpled rug on the ground.
Sensing that his words may have hurt her, Nick's patted her back slightly but helping her back to her feet, as he asked more kindly "But... did you hit Carver?"
"I smashed his window, I didn't see if I hit him or not" Sarah told him clearly.
"Well, you have to thank Jane here for saving your ass and maybe your lucky bullet, came to some good after all" Luke told her softly, as Sarah turned to Jane and breathed "Thank you" as she tried to stop herself from shaking.
"No problem kid" was Jane's (cool as a cucumber) reply. As she braced herself for more explosives to roll their way, from the fucker hiding behind the shelf to their left. He peeked his head out, but before he could fire, Jane managed to get lucky and aim a quick bullet through his brain. He slumped to the floor as Jane yelled in triumph "Gotcha!"
"Nice one" Luke complimented, before a shrill scream cut them off. A scream from nearby and a scream they all recognised.
"KENNY!" Came Sarita's anguished screech.
There was no time to waste, with that man out of the way from behind the other shelf. Clementine followed a startled Luke, as the five of them sprinted onto the scene.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
One of the reanimated guards had grabbed Sarita by the arm and was now digging his teeth into her wrist, as she screamed, and tried (through her tear filled eyes) to reach for her gun on the ground. Judging by (at least) 5 guards lying dead around her, she must have abandoned her earlier morales and shot them for Kenny's sake. And thinking about Kenny, Clementine suddenly realised why Sarita was trying to reach for her gun...
Because Troy was standing over Kenny. Using a crowbar to beat his head in.
"FUCKING DIE! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU...!" Troy was bellowing, as he aimed another hit at Kenny's head.
It was a living nightmare for Clementine, she could only stand there in shock. Sarita being bitten... Kenny being beaten... around his eye. History was repeating itself and she was too shocked to stop it.
Thankfully Luke and Jane weren't. Luke grabbed his favourite machete and charged forward, instantly cutting through Sarita's arm, as she looked up at him in horror. He didn't stop as he hacked down on her arm again and she was freed from the walker guard. She looked at her bleeding stump in shock, just before she let out (her near identical) blood curdling scream she had done the first time. Jane fired a bullet...
"Well, well Rebecca where to begin" Carver said causally, as he strolled around his office, as if the rebellion wasn't happening right outside.
"Rebecca, I loved you. I trusted you. But baby... just tell me why you'd do something like this? Why'd you work against me?" Carver asked in his horrible honeyed tone. He was furious and trying hard to cover it. Rebecca simply had to try and not provoke him, but she knew that acting too innocent would only enrage him further, so she opted for an obvious answer...
"Why? Why Bill!? After all you did to Alvin and my friends, you have the nerve to ask me why!?" Rebecca snapped.
"Can I kill her now?" Tavia asked, almost bored by the proceedings.
"In a minute Tavia" Carver growled, as he continued to pace around the office, before he stopped and turned to Rebecca "I don't want any more bullshit excuses Rebecca, I don't want any of this... you did this to Alvin, or you hurt my friends crap. What happened between us?" he inquired, his mean green eyes digging into her soul as she looked up at him again.
"I loved you at one point" she finally admitted "I loved you so much, that even when I first started showing signs of being pregnant. I was almost happy it was your's"
"Almost?" Carver growled.
"You changed Bill, you changed for the worse and I was stupid. I was so stupid, I cheated on Alvin with you. I still can't believe that. But whatever charm you had Bill. It's gone. You're nothing but a sad, pathetic, mass murder!" Rebecca snapped, the last three words spat at him in complete distaste.
A muscle in Carver's jaw twitched, his seemed unable to speak for a quite a while, as Rebecca waited nervously in silence. The only sounds that filled the office were the faint cries of her son. Carver finally seemed to regain his voice, after this long silence.
"Very well" he began in a concluding note, as Rebecca got ready to clamp her eyes shut. This was it. This was her death alright.
"It was..." Carver began.
BANG!
Without any warning what so ever, the window right in front of them shattered into a thousand pieces, Carver and Tavia were distracted for mere seconds, but this was all Rebecca needed. She sprung up quickly, outright punching a stunned Tavia in the face, before grabbing Bill by the neck and placing her hatchet inches from her flesh.
"DON'T MOVE!" Tavia roared, aiming her gun at Rebecca. But Rebecca used Carver as a meat shield, as she placed his body in front of her's "Don't move. Or I'll silt his throat" Rebecca warned Tavia darkly. Tavia seemed to pace slightly to the left, as Rebecca glared after the other woman "Don't move" she warned the pair of them again, as Carver sighed and muttered "How did we come to this...?"
Rebecca body was tense, as she held onto Carver's neck tighter, sweat trickled from her forehead, the sharp metal inches from Carver's jugular vein. As he remained still, however Rebecca eye's widened in horror. When Tavia slowly pointed the butt of her rifle down at where little Alvin lay crying.
"Release Bill, or I'll shoot" Tavia said flatly, with the eyes of the devil. Rebecca didn't move. She didn't seem to breathe. Tavia's finger was on the trigger.
She was going to shoot Alvin Junior. Tavia was going to kill her son.
Rebecca snapped, an uncontrollable anger spreading throughout her whole body, which she knew she couldn't control.
"Don't..." she growled
Tavia didn't even flinch.
"Hurt..." she continued in the same deadly tone.
Tavia thought this was a bluff. She simply smiled, as her finger began to press down on the trigger.
"MY SON!" Rebecca roared with the force of a lion. She didn't know what she did in those next couple of seconds, but she slapped/punched Carver around the cheek. Rebecca must have hit him much harder than she thought. Because he sprawled to the floor in seconds, with Carver out of her grip, she sprinted towards Tavia with the force of a hurricane.
Tavia quickly aimed her gun upwards, to little to late, a shot went off that missed by of them. But only narrowly missed a squealing Alvin. Rebecca got hold of the gun and threw it too the floor. Tavia tried to kick her, but in those moments, Rebecca was too powerful for her. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, she grabbed a fistful of Tavia's thick, afro styled hair.
"YOU'LL NEVER HURT MY SON AGAIN!" Rebecca roared, she used all of her force to bash Tavia's face against the sharp edge of Carver's desk. At first Tavia simply suffered a bleeding nose and was able to resist against the force of Rebecca pulling her down.
But Rebecca was on a murderous rampage. Plain and simple.
Tavia strength zapped away, as Rebecca bashed her face against the edge of the desk, again and again and again. Until Tavia's arms went limp, until it was like Rebecca was banging a rag doll against the edge of the desk. When fatigue overcome her, Rebecca finally released a clearly dead Tavia. As the chubby woman fell to the floor for the last time, her brains mashed all over the desk, blood was everywhere. As her loose eyeball rolled away from her body.
Rebecca gazed on and what she had done. She was capable of that? She did that!?
If that had been anyone else, Rebecca would have gone mad with guilt. But this was a woman who had threatened (and would) kill an innocent baby. Rebecca store down at Tavia's body feeling empty. Feeling no remorse, but no joy either. She simply had done what she had too.
The only reason this felt unreal, was because of the amount of damage she had done.
She regained her breath and quickly picked up Tavia's gun in her one hand and picked up her still squeezing son, in her other arm.
"Sssh... it's okay. Mummy's here" Rebecca cooed to Alvin, as she rocked him gently, yet in other hand, she trained her gun on her son's biological father.
It was, truly time to end this.