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BAM!
The sound of a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire hitting against a human skull, was the worst thing to ever hear in your life, seeing the impact of the hit was even worse.
It’s a price he didn’t deserve.
“You know Rick, after you and your little group came along and chose to kill my people one by one, and you and your people get to live? That isn’t right, that's a bunch of bullshit right there.” Negan walked back and forth with the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire over his shoulder, staring at Rick and his group that were in the lineup, Negan was getting a kick out of it seeing all of them scared to fucking death, they were probaly pissing their pants because of Negan.
They were all shaking, sweating and their breathing was heavy. Rick’s curly hair was hanging in front of his face, even sweat was dripping from the curls of his hair, his hands were shaking badly.
Negan wanted Rick to pay the price of what he did, he was the leader of their group, and a leader has to pay a price somehow. Negan smirked, “This will be fun.” Negan lifted the baseball bat that was wrapped barbed wire, and brought it down, hitting Rick hard on his head, hearing the impact of it was sickening, it was loud.
Everything was distorted for Rick, voices echoing around him, he was breathing heavily, he could feel the blood running down his face, the blood was warm. Rick looked up staring right at Negan who had a smile on his face holding his bloody baseball bat that had blood dripping from it.
“Holy Shit you’re still alive, I thought you would be a goner from that hit, that’s a fucking shame.” Negan chuckled as he spun the bloody baseball bat with bloody wrapped barbed wire on it. Rick groaned in pain, his breathing increased more than it should, his group were in shock, some were even in tears, he could hear them saying his name but Rick didn’t know what to do or say.
The blood kept running down his face, it wasn't stopping, He was starting to get weak, his life was slowly draining from him and that’s what Negan wanted, a slow painful death for a leader like Rick.
Rick was able to look away from Negan, he turned his head and saw Maggie looking at him and so were the others, Michonne was in tears and panic was written all over her face by her reaction.
Maggie would hold Rick up if she could, but she didn’t not know what Negan would do if she did. Rick was struggling just to sit there on his knees, he was in pain, he tried to speak but only blood seeped from his mouth, dripping. Blood was all over Rick’s clothes, the fluffy collar of his jacket was red it was already starting to strain, no longer that white fluffy cotton on his jacket.
“If this leader of yours somehow survives, you will all be working for me, me and my saviors will show up at Alexandria, and will take every single thing you got, we will show up every other week, since this will be the first time, I will give you a full week to get shit we want, food, weapons anything we want we take, and if it isn’t enough, MAYBE I’LL FUCKING BASH YOUR SKULL IN!” Negan lashed out Turning back to Rick and hit him again with the bloody baseball bat, a another sickening hit impact was heard, more blood than before ran down Rick’s face, he looked fucking worse.
Rick had tears in his eyes, he knew he couldn’t survive this there was no way, his eyes were bloodshot red, his vision blurred, he couldn’t breath at this point as if he was having a panic attack, he was gasping for air as blood dripped out of his mouth, staring at the blurry bloody baseball ball wrapped in barbed wire, it was covered in blood just dripping at the end of the bat.
Rick started to fall forward, unable to keep his balance even just sitting on his knees was hell of a struggle, everything started to go dark in Rick’s vision, the sun was starting to come up while everything was going dark for Rick.
Negan chuckled and grabbed Rick by the collar of his bloody shirt, holding him upwards “Struggling to stay awake I see, don’t fight it your people are going to do fine without you, one of them might be a better leader than you ever were.” Negan smirked, before he let go of Rick, Negan spun that bloody baseball bat and striked it straight into Rick’s stomach, knocking the crap out of Rick, the hit was so hard it caused him to black out there was no fighting that.
“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about! That’s how you fucking take care of shit!” Negan was proud of himself, for what he did, it was already morning “remember, you guys get week till we show up at Alexandria, have shit ready for me and if it isn’t enough, you’ll end up like your shitty leader Rick over there.” Negan pointed the bloody baseball bat at Rick’s unconscious body, a small pool of blood was already on the ground, “And You can have your shitty RV back, let's pack this shit up and head out.”
Negan and his saviors started to pack up their stuff, leaving Rick and his group with just a RV, right as Negan was leaving he glanced back when he saw Michonne run to a unconscious bleeding Rick on the ground, Negan had a smile on his face, he was proud of what he did to that leader of theirs.
Once Negan and Saviors were gone, Michonne was already where Rick was at, the others were also in panic, Michonne was in tears she had every reason to be, her hands were bloody from trying to lift Rick’s unconscious body, she looked at Glenn “START THE RV WE NEED TO GET HIM TO HILLTOP.” Glenn nodded and ran to the RV and opened it and jumped into the driver’s seat and started the RV. Daryl went to help Michonne and so did Carl, blood got on them as they lifted Rick up and carried him to the RV in a hurry.
The three were able to get Rick in the RV, they laid him on the couch of the RV, the couch was already getting bloody, “DO WE GOT TOWELS?” Michonne yelled hoping for a response, Carl rushed to the bathroom and opened the sink drawls and grabbed a handful of Towels “GOT THEM!” Carl handed them to Michonne and started to put pressure on where Rick was hit, the towel was already turning red soaking the blood, “GLENN DRIVE NOW GO!” Daryl snapped at Glenn and Glenn pressed his foot on the pedal of the RV making it go, Michonne kept putting pressure, another towel was already being used, “Is he breathing?” Carl said he was standing behind Michonne and Daryl, Carl was in tears, the fear in his voice ripped Michonne’s heart in two.
Daryl would check since Michonne was putting pressure, Daryl waited for a few minutes, he was able to feel Rick’s pulse. It was there but weak, he was breathing. “He is but his pulse is weak, he’s fighting it.”
Carl let out a sigh of relief “Good..”
“Daryl I need you to put pressure on his side near his stomach where he was hit, the blood is dripping down the couch from it.”
Daryl nodded and grabbed a towel and started to put it on Rick’s side near his stomach, barely any pressure was on his side, Pain would shoot though his entire body, it teared out a cry of pain from Rick, he hissed it sent him into a fight or flight mode.
“RICK! RELAX DON’T MOVE IT’S OKAY WE ARE TRYING TO HELP YOU DON’T FIGHT BACK.”
Rick tried to push Daryl and Michonne away but it only caused more pain to him, Daryl had to hold him down “STOP FIGHTING RICK..PLEASE.”
Carl had to put the pressure now on his side, while Daryl held him down, Rick’s vision started to blur again everything started to go dark, he would go unconscious again, he was pale as a ghost.