Are you insane like me? 
Been in pain like me? 

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"For fuck sakes, have y'all never been a god damn chase before?!" The women yelled into the walkie, itching her thumb to her brow as she sighed loudly. Perhaps her demenor dwindled with who she is with now. But her scowl towards the others had their eyes lower in fear, glancing back and forth as she turned to Negan's station. "Sir?" 

"Say your piece Blake." He initiated, and she took a steady breath before resigning that Rick's group was being cut off back and forth as they were on their way...Somewhere.

She had a rallying point for Negan to wait, to lure them to the king of the Saviors.

It wasn't that she hated the name, it was more of what she turned into before coming to said people. The scar running down her face said it all. She had a personal vengeance to those assholes who made her return back to Sanctuary barely alive and an ugly scar to prove what happened.

Negan, infuriated as ever, in almost losing his second. Scoured to look for her as he heard the red alert. Something that she invented. 

Blake had risen since the first day she was found. But no one knew what had happened to her. No one spoke wrongly of her, but that might only due to the fear of what she is capable of.

It took all of a month for someone to realize she was apart of the FBI. And that was Dwight, due to her dropping her dogtags. 

He had reported it to Negan, who loved the idea to have his own little agent on his side. As well as the loyalty and respect she gave, having her hands behind her back.

He loved her intelligence, her ideas, he would've offered her to be a wife. But he never had the balls to do that, as it was a constant joke that he would be ball-less the next day. 

Instead, he kept his distance from that side.

At the moment she sat waiting for Negan. Her legs dangled back and forth, especially when Dwight came in with good news. "We got an extra four. Coming your way." She laughed smiling as she clapped Arat's shoulder. 

"God Dwight, if you could see her right now. She's smilin' all bright!" Her friend boasted, and the scowl that produced couldn't be handled any other way.

"Now there's somethin' I didn't think I'd see for a while." Negan cheered, nicking his head towards Arat and she understood in the instant. She was Blake's partner in crime in the first few months, and yet it was only after one sucessful and dangerous mission that Blake wanted her as her second. To come to meetings and to advise the group with her.

But that didn't mean she could disobey Negan like Blake could. For one reason and one reason only.

"Oh don't go frowning, maybe you can even get a swing in." He cheered, but the thought rendered her to think for a moment. Only to be shot down. 

"No sir. Fine on the sildelines, but I'll enjoy this show." She offered, and that was enough for him.

For now at least.

It was clear that he wanted her, more than she was offering. But it also made him thankful that she wasn't WITH anyone else. Negan wouldn't be able to stomach that as he watched from a side eye how she talked to Arat. So normally...As they've been long lost friends.

He watched as she slipped all her hair into a pony tail and set it into a hat, she was surely ready for a show. Making him smirk as he parted around.

One day. 

He'll have her one day.

Everything was falling into place, the van with the spoken four were loaded. The camper had been followed and taken, and now the Survivors had rallied to walk to their desintation. Although Blake was preoccupied with her map, the second that the whistling had started. She looked up, peering into the woods but cursing herself for having shitty vision.

"You ready bossy?" She cheered, and the walkie sounded out on the booth as he so proudly smirked. 

"Hell yeah doll, you and me. Gonna have to join me for a drink." She sighed, but Arat always enjoyed the potential flirting on either side.

"That depends on the performance." Was all Blake offered, and he licked his teeth so feverily. "Damn that fuckin woman." He growled, waiting for his que.

From some scouts, they learned that this group had much more of a clean cut than anyone would've thought. Their home, much to Dwight's report. Was the equivalent to a posh retirement home with mansions, which caught her attention red handed. Especially now that she singled with one Blair of the walkie to turn on all truck lights to shine on.

"Have to make a stage, right?" She looked over in Arat's direction, the two would joke later on how utterly ridiculous some of this shit is. But in truth, Blake did want revenge.

So the whistling continued as whomever was now captured rallied back and forth.

Seems like they have an injured. "Jack, ready Doc if we have to take care of one of 'em. Just tell him to be prepared." They didn't question her order and proceeded.

Instead she rallied in the fact that these people were utterly fucked like she was.

"Good. You made it." Simon laughed, glancing in Blake's direction. Once again, she was smiling so happily outward. "Welcome to where you're going...We'll take your weapons...Now." He offered, but she was done just sticking to the sidelines. Instead she kicked up towards her feet and took a nodding glance towards the boy. Which rallied Simon to aim his pistol off towards Carl.

Did Blake know that that was her godchild? Her daughter just mere paces away? No. 

She was too focused on revenge. Instead, she leaned against the camper with her arms crossed over one another and waited.

"We can talk about—" 

"We're done talking...Time to listen." Blake took this one out for wraps, it wasn't that she was mute. Her voice could go very loud and very demanding at times, but the second she spoke...People listened.

Almost as quickly as one would need to bow in sight of Negan coming towards them at home.

Simon and Blake had two separate crews, so when either of them motioned their hand. They followed in pursuit, of course, Blake had the same standing as him. It was just known that her background made her all the more valuable.

He didn't argue, in fact he raved that the pressure wasn't all on him and him alone. Blake spotted one nice looking assault rifle and found herself infatuated with it, so she turned and leaned into Simon who was all in ears.

"Looks like that army base out west was taken by these assholes. You don't find this a gun-store." She whispered, and he nodded. Already rubbing his hands as though he was a kid on Christmas waiting to open his gift.

As the group was finally disarmed, she handed off the assault rifle before she watched Simon starting to bug the kid all the bit more. Pushing up the cowboy hat that—That sparked a big flashbulb memory to Blake.

Making her choked on her thoughts.

"Alright...Let's get her down and get you all on your keens." Simon beckoned, and with a tilt of her head did she watch them struggle at this order...This was their downfall. 

Whatever they thought they had, whatever they managed to protect is about to come tumbling down.
All because they got into someone else's fucking business.

"Hold up." The redhead dictated. "We got it." He growled, and Blake waved her arm and allowed the benefit to help the sickly women to her feet and down to her knees.

Looking through the crowd she found Jack, and he nodded a salute to single that her order has been sent through. And she was thankful, considering the women looked mighty desperate for someone to check on her. 

Blake's eyebrows scrunched as she tried to see the area of pain. It was defiantly her lower abdomen as it looked difficult to walk or stand. The sweat and dread on her face was even worse. Because she knew that feeling all too well.

The women was pregnant.

"Gonna need you on your knees." Rick, who looked between Simon and the women only stalled for so long as he was the figurehead. And if he kneed down, the rest would follow. However, when Rick's eyes locked to Blake's...She felt the tingle of recognition. The long hair, the wear and tear...Gritting her teeth as she finally considering the possibility.

"Dwight!... Can you bring out the others for me?" She cooed. Rubbing her hands together in such a fantastic way that seeing them struggling. All while meeting their own group.

"Maggie?" Glenn managed, only to be handled roughly by the group of men stationed behind him. She recognized a few of them. The one in the windbreaker. Definitely, the Asian. The dreary one as Rosita.

Sasha looked strong, personally, she found that if all is well. Perhaps she'd join rank soon enough. 

Daryl, who's face was looking solely on Addie, tried to remind himself that this was all his fucking fault. The guilt tripped racked his brain so much that he didn't recognize Blake.

Or that Addie couldn't recognize her own mother.

"All right! We got a full boat, let's meet the man." With a sly smirk, Blake walked backwards before knocking twice to indicate his majesty.

With that, leaning against the camper with her hat still fashioned accordingly. She surveyed the given few as the door beside her creeked on open. Revealing a very happy, very eager. Negan.

"Pissin' our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close...It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." Blake held back a chuckle as she started to bight on her thumb. And since Dwight and Arat were more or less her closest of friends, they took that as a warning to something.

"...Which one of you pricks is the leader?" He dwelled, offering his hand. And with Simon, just behind the line up. Blake smiled to see that the asshole who led the operation to kill her and everyone else was kneeling before her people.

To pay for the crimes.

"It's this one." Simon pointed, nodding in approval as he knew I wanted this done and over with. Negan, however, liked to take his revenge slow. Slow and painful.

"Hi...You're Rick, right?...I'm Negan." Blake bit down on her nail even harder as the name sent rockets firing into her brain. Her eyes beaming underneath her hat. 

Thankfully they couldn't see where in the world she was looking. And that's partly the reason she started to wear hats, but on another fuzzy topic. She didn't relatively like her scar.

It's on the verge of healing, but it will always be there. And that was a constant reminder to Negan of what could've happened, one of which he did not need.

"...And I do not appreciate you killing me men...Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people. You killed more of my people...NOT cool. Not cool." He sang, leaning forward all in the more slightest when he began repeating himself.

This was evidently one of the more bigger problems the Saviors have had to face in a long time.
Another killer group? 

This makes a whole lot of sense to track them down until they were gone or in their mists. Blake did not transpire to that, she did however. Turn a blind eye to the names, one of which fit so well with the face before her.

But the long hair, the years of damnation. And then the thought of coma he was in? It had to be a coincidence.

"You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly...Yeah." He smiled off in her direction, some thought it flattering. And although Blake was giving in to his charms all the bit, laid back. 

Maybe if all goes well, she'll take his offer on a drink.

"...You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes you are. You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention..." The long dialog began, and all Blake had done was single to both Dwight and Arat that they owed her for a bet.

Swinging his bat forward did he barely miss Rick's head in the process, just allowing it hang so carelessly in front of the broken leader. 

"Give me your shit...Or I will kill you. Today was career day. We, and by we I mean my doll over here...Invested a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do..." His mere mention of her made her flinch at the eye contact Rick had given her.

It was definitely Rick. No question about it.

"...You work, for me now." He dictated, while all the rest were shuttering at the thought of being owned. But what about being slaughtered? 

Is it mercy for a cow to go to the house or is it allowed to roam in a fenced in lot?

"You have shit, you give it to me...That's your job. Now I know that is a mighty big nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it you most certainly will! You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe...I get it." He continued to drag on and on, but as Arat looked at her watch. She too did the same glance towards Dwight.

He was losing a lot of smokes tonight.

"In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later." Blake did have to perk her lips as this speech, out of all of them...Seemed to be the most well planned out, he sounded proper. Not too many jokes, but Negan couldn't hold all of himself back.

"So. If someones knocks on your door...You let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us, and we will knock it down...You understand?" He beckoned, and chuckled to himself. He began to make his rounds, back and forth. Waving the bat around as if it wasn't a dangerous weapon. But he was toying with them, whatever it was he was thinking. It was mad. They all can see it in his eyes and hear it within his voice.

But it was a grand sort of mad.

"...You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you?... I mean, leader of this operations wasn't me...You have a score to settle with the one you didn't kill that night. Now I don't WANT to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now can you?" He took a relatively long breath, almost long enough to smell the roses because the amount of puff flowing from his body made it all the more of an illusion.

"...But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. Especially if I lost my dear doll over here. And for that, for that you're gonna pay." He sounded off, making this clear vendetta more off his own anger than Blake's.

"So now...I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you..." He boasted, and Blake swallowed as she glanced back and forth between her heart thumping as her motherly instinct knew of the danger her daughter was in. Even if it's unclear.

"This-...This is Lucille and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor." The man continued to walk down the line, surpassing the ill-fitted women as she seemingly struggled to stay balanced on her knees. But the second Negan passed the redhead, the man rose to the occasion. Only for the man of the hour to crack another joke.

"You...Got one of our guns...Whoa. Yeah. You got a lot of our guns. Shit, kid, lighten up...At least cry a lil like your girlfriend over here." Was all Negan said to the eyepatched boy, however. It drew Blake's attention to look towards the children. More importantly...Addie.

Something snapped in the women, something so covert that she stared straight into the soul of the girl and knew...That she was hers. Her little Addie.

And now, to rally up the level of stress and anxiety. Blake pulled her chains to her mouth, making Arat sense it in the instant as she waved her option to go over and consult. Or wait until this is all over and forgotten...

But Aurora's attention had gone further towards the pregnant women, Negan wasn't aware of the condition. She tried her best to not scream in pain. 

"Jeeesus...You look shitty. I should just put you out of your mister right now." He laughed, motioning to his bat once again. But the husband, Blake had figured start to gain a little determination and yelled in disagreement. "No...NO!" It was a reaction for Blake that she yanked out her pistol.

It was directed down onto the ground as Dwight had already handled the takedown, it was more of an effort to keep him pinned and threatened. Negan had already ordered him back to the line after what he had managed to try and do. But the screams of what can only be his lover as Blake managed to connect dwelled in her ear, swelled her heart.

"Alright, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First's one free. It's an emotional moment, I get it...Sucks don't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit." Blake smirked a little as she finally lowered her pistol and glanced so belovingly towards her leader.

She was a tease, and he loved that ever so much.

But after it dwindled down, Negan started to take another interest. His eyes danced between both Rick and Carl, father and son. And it sparked in his mind of the connection, Blake always made it a point to try and build connections. To hurt them the most by understanding relations.

"This is your kid right?... Haha, this is definitely your kid!" He cheered, coming closer and laughing at the image just before him. But Blake's eyes glanced back over to the children, Addie she was in denial of. Rick, she was in denial of.

But it was so momentarily clear as Addie's eyes met with her mother's for a brief moment.

She felt it once again. The damaging tingle of a mother's instinct that wanted her to run over to her daughter, comfort her and get out of the line of fire. Or the line of the bat's range at the very least.
"Just stop this!" Rick yelled, trying his best to remain calm but utterly failing. But Blake shook her head in damnation, how fucking dare he.

"Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order." That is when the whistling commenced once again, he began to chuckle at the end. Staring at each individual for a second to see if one leaped out into his heart.

"Huh...I simply cannot decide." He admitted, and as Aurora's eyes did not deviate from Addie's any longer. Did she take a steady breath and go closer to Negan, he knew, however he did know that she had something to say. But as her back faced the rest of the way, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes looking straight into his.

"I need a favor..." She whispered, low enough that nobody would be able to hear. And he relished in the fact that his smirk ever so widened. "Who's it gonna be darlin'?" He offered, making the people shiver in fear as the one who was meant to die in the raid would be the one in the worst shape.

"The girl, over by the kid..." She started, her hand squeezing his shoulder, shaking her head. "NOT. her." She demanded, and he started so fitfully towards her, lingering at what might dwell on that factor so harshly. "I'll have that drink with you, just not the girl." She reminded, and he couldn't very heavily think now that this date was oh so definite with her.

"I gotta say, she's gotta lotta suspense this one...Y'all recognize her? The only one that got away from your little attack?... But she gave me a wonderful idea." He lied a bit, drawing out the unavoidable.

"...Eenie...Meenie...Miney...Moe...Catch...A tiger...By his toe...If he hollers... Let him go...My mother...Told me...To pick the very best one...And you...Are...It...." He had skipped over Addie, much to her own surprise. And yet Blake refused to look her in the eyes, not after what had occurred.

If there was one thing that will be on her conscious for the rest of her life. It will be that she wasn't there for her daughter during the outbreak, instead she was off, working. Again.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and THEN we'll. You can breathe, you can blink...You can cry..." He offered, gently rubbing it in their face as he stood so fitfully in front of the red-haired man. "Hell, you're all going to be doing that." Was his final thoughts as Blake closed her eyes and waited for the impending bat to crack the skull.

"Oh look at that! Taking it like a champ!" Negan proclaimed, cheering his own action on as the redhead rose back up in protest. Even after a large concussion plagued over his entire body. 

"Suck....My. Nuts." The man's final words breathed out, oh so fluently if Blake had any consolation to it. But it only followed by another hit.

The multiple hits, only sounded out by the sweet sloshes of brain matter was entirely disgusting gut-wrenching as anyone close by to the body could see...Far too much of their friend's insides as they would've liked.

"Did you hear that?" Negan laughed to his audience. Repeating what the man had said before returning back to hitting the nothingness. Some had watched, and Blake had tallied those to whom had the guts.

"Oh my goodness! Look at this, you guys...Look at my dirty girl!... Sweetheart, lay your eyes on this..." Negan offered the back and she offered a causal smirk as there was nothing else she could do in her postion. But instead, she looked off towards Rosita. Winking as Negan knew all too well of what to do.

They worked as a team, silently...Considering Negan does enough talking for the two of them combined and more.

And he continues to swing effortlessly around, making his way to a lover of some sort.

"Hmmhmm, look at this...Oh damn, were you—were you together? That sucks. But if you were, there was a reason for all of this. Red...And hell he was, is, and will always be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team!" Again, his personal boast just matched how heavy his breathing was. And as Blake balanced onto her other foot, hand on her pistol at the ready. Seeing a familiar fire just glaring to Negan.

She sensed the ambition and rebellion.

"So take...a damn look...TAKE A DAMN LOOK!" He yelled, but just as he spoke the words. The animal in the man took over as he huffed and growled to his feet to sock one right to Negan himself. He might've gotten one hit in, but it was Blake who managed to get him panting to the floor. Her body of his, fist wrapped around his shirt pressing down against his wound to inflict another level of pain as he gasped in response.

But it was the pistol directly to the soul of his temple that rendered him fully to the ground. However. Rick had yelled out the accuser's name, making Blake's head snap back.

Daryl.
Dixon.

Daryl Dixon.

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Date Posted: 11-19-18

Time: 5:07

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