Chapter 14: Make Me

I sat in my chair at the courthouse council room. My hand on my forehead, and elbow on the table. There was this small tat, tat, tat, as my foot tapped. Several other members tried to talk over each other as I was fuming, impatient, and couldn't get the image of the ruins of Bentford out of my mind.

I was shaking slightly. Looking at the smoke roll from the buildings. Bow stood beside me, trying to pull me from my shock like state.
"Bow!" Nate yelled from the gate. "We gotta problem!"
Bow turned back to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I tensed, almost reliving the past for a moment. "Aahana, we need to go sweetheart." He gently lifted me up, before steering me to where Nate was.
"We got spotters sayin we have Hells Angels movin toward home. They're gettin to the red zone."
"Shit." Bow cursed. That was enough to cause me to snap out of it. Bow normally didn't curse. If he did that meant something was up. Realization hit me, that if a threat was moving toward home, then they were getting closer to CJ and Angel.

"We need too-"
"Maybe we can talk-"
"If we trade-"
"Hide everyone, act like we aren't here-"
"Fight back-"
"Rally up-"
"Don't give them what they want-"
"Stand up to them-"

All the suggestions echoed in my skull. I dug my fingers into my hair, before abruptly standing.
I almost got everyone's attention. "Enough!" I got from in front of my chair, walking behind everyone else. Bow was at the front of the room, but not in his seat.
"Hope?" Bow questioned as I slowly walked toward him.
"I'm sick of being kept in the dark. Alright I get it, there's shit you don't want me to get mixed up in. But if you ask me, I can take care of myself, thank you very much." I paused for a second. "Yeah, I got some stuff I'd rather not have you know either, but eventually you knew. I am part of this council, this town, this community. The least I deserve is to know what you've been hiding from me since day one."
"You weren't even awake-" someone tried to interject.
"Shut up." I snapped, before looking back at Bow. "I need to start gettin a little cooperation from your part here. Cause shit can't get done if no one is on the same page." I stood still, a ways from Bow, standing my ground. We stared each other down for several, tension filled moments. Then the older man broke eye contact.
"Meeting adjourned. Go be with your families. We'll play it by ear." What he said was final.
I felt betrayed. Embarrassed, but most of all, lied to. My glare mixed with anger and shock. He still wouldn't tell me! My face must have been turning red as I imagined myself strangling someone.
"That goes for you too." There was no emotion in Bow's voice. I might as well have been speaking to a complete stranger.
"This isn't over." I warned, but Bow had already left, shutting the door behind him.

I paced the room fuming. It eventually got to the point I grabbed the empty mug in front of my chair and threw it. There was a twinge of satisfaction as there was a crash when it hit the wall. The fragments clinked on the hardwood floor, some breaking even more.
"You happy now?" A voice sounded from the doorway. Ian leaned in the doorframe, I hadn't noticed him there. He sounded calm, but his body language spoke otherwise. That was when I looked out the window. My eyes widened as Ian stood next to me, shocked just as much as I. There were motorcycles trucks, and an RV.
"Shit."

*Note- (to avoid confusion) Sunny goes by Hawna, Aahana, and Hope*
~3rd~

Hawna darted out of the room, her friend right behind. They were the only ones not at the gates, watching the Saviors ride on in like they owned the place. On their quest to everyone else, Aahana stopped at Kiera's throwing the door open, and finding a gun in her face. It took Keira a second to calm down enough to put it down. Aahana was patient.
She put a hand on Keira's shoulder. "Find Nate or John, and get as many kids to the underground as you can. With parent permission." Hawna didn't even wait for a nod before closing the door and running to the crowd. She daily slipped through other people, but Ian got caught up. He took his own way, much slower than Hawna's way. There were Saviors already out of the vehicles, all with weapons. A few of them went up to the RV. It was hard to pinpoint who was in charge, but Aahana knew who they were, or at least, who they belonged to. A man with buzzed ginger hair almost strutted back and forth at the front of the crowd. He was showing already they owned everyone.

"Hey you!" He called looking Hawna right in the eye. Everyone backed away, as she stood her ground glaring at the man. He walked up to her. His eyes were a cold, despised green. A sick grin plastered on his face as he strutted up. "Hey baby, you look like ya know a thing or two. Mind... tellin me where we can... keep some prisoners?" Aahana hardly even blinked. When the man got no response he took it a step further, speaking as if she was five. "Their real big bad guys, and gals. They hurt a lot of us, so now they gotta pay." Several of major douche's friends started watching what was going on. Some held back dark laughs, the ones who didn't, could be heard all around. "But don't worry sweet cheeks, I won't let 'em get to you. Now, where can we take 'em?." He reached around, his hand never making it to her butt. She gripped his wrist to tight, her knuckles were white.
"Don't you fucking touch me, you sick bastard." She growled.
He put a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Who, me?" He gasped.
"Well between the two of us you're the dumb ass prick, coward enough to target a woman." That caught Douche's attention. Hawna took a step up, turning her back to him, but looking over her shoulder. "I don't have any, but I still bet I have more balls than you." With that she started walking away, only to have man-handle her. He had ahold of both of Hawna's arms while he pressed himself against her, and grinded a little. Immediately sickened, Aahana whipped around, smacking the man. Everyone froze.
"Why don' all y'all pricks turn 'round an' go pick on someone yer own size?" Hawna snarled in a low voice. She was fuming to the point she slurred twice as much as normal. It was silent for a few seconds, but not the kind of silence anyone wanted.
"Well lil' missy, you're gonna have to just make us. Now, where can we put 'em?" They were having a staring match. One hell of a dangerous one. "'Why don' y'all' be polite and answer?" He cocked his head to the side as he mocked her.
Now it was Hawna's turn to mock. "Yer just gonna have to make me."
"Alright. You forced my hand." He took out his pistol, aiming it at her. Aahana lifted her chin, looking in the eye, right down the barrel. Then he turned the gun and fired. Screams erupted in the crowd behind them. Hawna glanced back, seeing people covered in blood, and a man shot in the head. Her stomach sank, recognizing he was part of the council.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, before Hawna fell to the ground as well. Only she had been hit in the head by the butt of the gun. Yet, hadn't knocked her out, so she was getting up a second later. That was when something collided with her stomach, tossing her back with more pain. Douche went on beating Hawna with each time she went to stand. Several of the other Saviors took the 'prisoners' out of the truck and RV. The Alexandrians were led out in three groups.

The first group : Rick, Carl, Glenn, and Sasha
Second: Maggie, Michonne, and Abraham
And third: Daryl, Aaron, Eugene, and Rosita

Each one of them saw the woman who received a kick or punch at each attempt to stand. But Aaron and Daryl paused long enough to notice blood dripping from her face. Her reddish brown hair was down, covering most her face. But the two were pushed forward, Daryl having wounds of his own, winced at the action. What carried along with those in groups two and three was how much she kept attempting to get up when she must have known what would happen. Aaron had to look back when he didn't hear grunting from either persons. He looked back in time to find having a man drag the woman's limp body away. Blood stained the black asphalt of the street.
"Now there must be someone who runs this place! What is it, single person, like your good ol pals at the hilltop? Or is there, a council?" Douche boomed.
"You killed one of them already!" A woman screamed. He strode up to her, taking her chin in his hand.
"Well, I need a few more of em. Nothin's gonna happen. We're just gonna have a little chat." The sick smirk returned, this time bearing teeth.

Angel darted through the crowd. They had heard the gunshot. Kiera had no luck in gathering any other kids. Luckily there was another hide mainly for the kids to go, but the underground was the safest. She had also told the twins to not run off. The spitting image of her mother, only the blond version, Angel ran to investigate.
The Savior men had their fun in beating some of the council members. But they decided it best to take them, along with the woman far away from EastHaven. With the way the woman retaliated after the one man's death meant they needed to Fred lightly, but with an iron fist. The numbers of the people outmatched those of the current Saviors taking over the town. Even more cause to try to avoid a rebellion until Negan decided to show his ugly face. Those Savoirs decided it might be fun to put the small group in the bed of a truck then drive as far as they pleased. One thought it funny to take a horse with them, so he rode it alongside the truck.
And just like her mother. Little Angel found her way into trouble. More or less trouble found her. The streets had cleared as the sun started going down. People locked the doors of their homes, not going to get any sleep. Angel was curious. She made her way past buildings toward the giant building everyone assumed was a work plant of some kind. It was big, and almost like a miniature prison when anyone thought about it. If the Saviors wanted a place to hold someone, this was the very place for that to happen.

But unlike her mother, Angel didn't fully understand that too much curiosity was dangerous. The little dirty blond was lucky not to experience the worst parts of her mother's life, but that only meant her quest for answers covered most of her logic. She had never had reason to keep her guard up constantly. She never had to question someone's statements or action. Angel watched as people walked in and out. Two were walking the perimeter. She stayed low, daring to go closer to the now sinister looking building. It was daunting how no one seemed to care for it only hours before, and now no one dared to near it. Except for one little girl by the name of Angel Elizabeth Grimes. Little did she know the relation she had to the people being held within the building. Some may say she was stupid. Then again, this little girl had another reason. She was doing something her mother might do, look for a way to get those people out. Her young ignorance played against her as the sun continued to slip over the horizon. Angel wasn't able to tell when someone was behind her. All she was trying to do was get in and out. Fate was yet to allow something good to happen that day.

Rough hands grabbed the little girl from behind. The man didn't even bother to question her actions before he put something over her head. just didn't care. Just one of his hands could fit around both her wrists, so it was easy to tie her up. He took his jacket off her face, before lifting the girl onto his shoulder. Angel kicked, and screamed. Her attempts were answered by hits and smacks, that soon turned into spanking. This let her know that was a bad idea. The savior carried her through the hallways, up stairs, and up into the room where the first group was in. They were all tied up, wrists and feet. They were huddled in a group. Wire and duct tape was used to bound them all together. One or two armed men stood outside the door, peeking in from time to time through the window by the door. Douche through the six year old at the huddle of people.
"I hope you learn your damn lesson kid to mind your own business. It's rude to snoop." With that, he slammed the door behind him.

Angel looked up the four who stared at her. One man, who looked to be her mother's age had a bandage over his eye. The little girl used her shoulder to sit up, before she started backing away from the strangers. The only woman in the room scooted forward.
"Hey. Hey there." She said calmly. "You okay?"
Angel nodded slowly, glancing at the three men. There was an Asian looking man, the other had a bear, then there was the guy with the patched up eye. Out of all of them, she thought the man with the beard was the oldest. He was probably old enough to be her grandfather. That same man gave her a weird look.
"Does she.. Remind you of Judith?" The bearded man asked the kid with the eyepatch. He asked it quietly, but since Angel was scared, she picked up on even the slightest of details.
Judith... Why was that name so familiar?
"Yeah." The boy with the bandaged eye nodded.
Now it was the other man's turn to talk, now that he noticed the little girl starting to tremble. "Hey. Hey. It's okay. We won't let them hurt you. My name is Glenn. The lady is Sasha. And those two back there are Rick and his son Carl." Glenn told, scooting forward a little.
"M...my... My b-brothers... name... is Carl." Angel finally spoke. The father and son glanced at each other. Glenn and Sasha did the same, but he nodded.
"What's your name sweetie?" Sasha asked gingerly.
"Angel."

A/N

Well, shit goes down.
I hope at least someone got my joke in there... (Hint: it's about the grandpa part)
I don't know how many of you read the original first chapter, but my first plan for this was to have it all be in Angel's pov and for her and CJ to be older (like 13) and I had a part in there where Sunny mentions Alexandria for the first time in front of her kids and she talks about Rick and the group and Angel is like: Rick...Rick.. Why is that name so familiar?
Also in the original I was gonna have CJ get bit and lose his leg when he goes after Angel. She'd run away from home (with Sunny's bow) find Bentford leave there for a bit come back and find it in ruins. Somehow get her to Sunny's treehouse, then be in Alexandria for a bit.

Anyway, to the questions...
What happened to Sunny?
What will happen to Angel?
Could Carl figure out Angel is his daughter?

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