RETRIBUTION

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This chapter has some Negan in it (Flashback time!) and over the next few chapters we'll see Nikita getting to know how Alexandria works and we'll get more of her flashbacks...

CHAPTER THREE

'We're on Easy Street. And it feels so sweet. 'Cause the world is 'bout a treat. When you're on-'

Nikita opened her eyes suddenly, frowning at the loud song which she could hear. She felt a pulsing pain on the side of her head and all at once, she started to remember what had happened. The confrontation, the threats and Negan. She gingerly sat up taking in her surroundings. There was a small lamp in the corner which illuminated what looked like a cell. No windows and a presumably locked door. Placing a hand on the wall, Nikita slowly stood up feeling every part of her body ache. She suddenly jumped hearing a piercing scream over the music and her blood ran cold as she realised whose voice it was.

"Amy!" She shouted, rushing to the door and pounding repeatedly on it. "Amy! Stop it! Hey! Stop!" She slammed the door again and closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed from the loud music and the sounds of them screaming...opening her eyes she realised that Kevin was screaming too. Which meant two things - they weren't far from her and that they were hurt. "Kevin! Amy! Fuck!" She took a few steps back, looking down at the floor and trying to steady her breath. She closed her eyes for a second, reminding herself of the situation she was in. She was alone, she was locked up and she was at a disadvantage - Nikita knew that she would have to remain level headed to get through this.

Nikita paused as the screams subsided and the music stopped, leaving her standing in the eerie silence. She walked back towards where she woke up and sat down on the floor, keeping her eyes on the door. Within a second, the sound of a key in the lock echoed through the room and the door slowly swung open.

"Are you away from the door?" A voice asked, which didn't sound like Negan.

She inhaled slowly, reminding herself to stay calm and aware of the situation. "I'm sitting down."

There was the sound of a light thud and the door opened even further. A man with a moustache walked in and Negan was behind him, holding a tray of food. He smirked at her, setting it on the floor near the opposite corner and taking his bat from the other man.

Negan slowly walked over to her and crouched down so that he was level with her. "I brought you breakfast - no strings attached." He told her, with a wink.

Nikita looked at the tray and then at the open door. The temptation to run for it was overbearing, but it was impossible - she didn't know how many people there were or where she was. "Where's Amy and Kevin?" She paused waiting for an answer, but he just continued to smirk at her. "Are they alive?"

"For now? Yes...Which is very fucking considerate of me." He looked over at the man by the door. "Simon - do you think that's considerate of me?"

"Yup."

"Exactly! It's very fucking considerate of me because they killed four of my men...and I am not letting that shit slide."

Nikita swallowed, trying to remain calm. She knew they were still alive, but it killed her to be so helpless. "You can just take everything we have - all our supplies. Okay? Just take it all and let us go. It's a misunderstanding-"

He held his hand up, his eyes darkening and smile fading. "Did you not just hear me? Is it the accent?"

"Then let them go and I'll stay - I'll take their place."

Negan chuckled slowly, shaking his head once. "How about no? All three of you will stay the fuck where you are. They killed four of my fucking men but you- You tried to kill me..." He moved the bat nearer towards her and Nikita froze. "You took Dwight's gun and you aimed that fucker at me and tried to shoot me...You were gonna fucking kill me. That shit seems impulsive - sound impulsive to you, Simon?"

"Yup." Simon replied, lazily standing by the door with a nonchalant expression.

She exhaled shakily, trying desperately to remain calm and think of a way out of this. "I apologise - like I said, it's all just a misunderstanding."

"Well, fuck me sideways! That's fucking cute, but it won't cut it... I gotta say, I love that goddamn accent." Negan paused, licking his lips slightly. "I'm gonna ask you some questions."

"Where is Amy and Kev-"

"Do NOT interrupt me when I am fucking speaking!" He suddenly shouted at her and she jumped lightly. "You-" He pointed harshly at her, "-tried to fucking kill me...so I'm asking the questions... Understand?" Nikita nodded once, trying to look anywhere but at him. "Good girl... What did you do before this?"

She frowned, wondering why he would ask her that out of all possible questions but then she realised. Amy or Kevin must have told them, so it may be a test to tell if she was telling the truth. "I started in Acting and singing, just local stuff and then I became a Personal Trainer."

Negan started smirking at her again and let out a low chuckle. "What did you sing?"

"Jazz."

"You ever coach?"

She exhaled shakily, not wanting to think of before. "I did a temp job as a PE Teacher for kids, but I preferred the gym."

"Thatis fucking hot...Man, I love Jazz - you love Jazz, Simon?"

"Yup." Simon replied, in the same nonchalant manner.

"Man of many words." Negan commented dryly. "Gimme a minute alone with her." He told him and Simon turned around and stepped out the door, closing it slightly. "You see that? I say jump and my people? They'll say how fucking high... I provide for my people, I protect them and without me this place will turn to shit. Your ass pulled a gun out on me and tried to fucking kill me-"

"-It wasn't loaded-"

"-You pulled the trigger and that shit does NOT GO DOWN!" He shouted the last words at her, his voice contorting in anger. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly grabbed her bicep and pulled her up, holding her squarely by the wall. Nikita tried to move slightly but he moved Lucille so that the edge was right by her neck. "If I tell you stand up, you fucking stand up. If I tell you to sing a little jazz for me and teach me how to do a press up, you better be fucking doing it. You are going to do that shit because it is a goddamn miracle that you are still alive... Because you didn't kill me, you got some real lady nuts on you and you're resourceful." He moved the bat slightly closer to her neck and Nikita froze, not daring to move at all. "Atta girl... If that gun was loaded and you popped a fucking bullet in my head...you would have fucked over all the people I protect. It would be mayhem!" He quickly swung the bat towards the door and then back to her, stepping in slightly closer. "But your friends? See, they don't get the good end of the stick."

Nikita inhaled shakily, blinking back tears. "I'll take their place...whatever it is you're doing to them, do it to me."

"But you didn't kill anyone!" He replied in a sing song voice. "Which means you get to be broken, used and placed in an amazing position - and that's if you want me to fuck you. For your reference, I would fucking love to!" He paused for a second, taking in the look of disgust on Nikita's face before rubbing a hand over his face and slowly looking her up and down. "Like I said, you're fucking defiant - I can't have that... So, you're my special project!" He stepped away from her and moved the bat so that it was resting on his shoulders. "Eat up - you're gonna need your energy."

"What for?"

He stopped by the door and turned around to face her. "Cause shit's bout to happen real soon!"

Nikita gasped, blinking rapidly and tentatively opening her eyes. She was aware of pain, radiating all over her body and a heavy feeling of drowsiness in the back of her eyes. She tried to sit up, but she winced in pain as the pain was extremely sharp by her ribs. Just as she was starting to feel confused about where she was, she remembered it all. Where she ended up.

"Hey!" Rosita said suddenly, walking towards her. "Calm down - you're safe." She held out a glass of water for her to take and Nikita shakily took it, slowly taking small sips. "D'you remember everything or did you hit your head too hard?"

She winced as she slowly tried to sit up. "No... I remember." She glanced down by her stomach and carefully lifted her top up, seeing that there was a bandage in place of where her wound was.

"We don't have a Doctor here but we know the basics - so we've the done the best we can." Rosita crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Nikita. "You really jumped out of a window?"

"Yeah... seemed like a good idea at the time-"

"-it still is." Rosita replied. She looked around the room for a second, before turning back to Nikita. "Rick wants to speak to you once you're ready."

"I'm ready now."

She scoffed. "No, you're not. You can barely sit up. Rest up, he'll speak to you soon."