𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉❜𝙏 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀.

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Please read the rules thoroughly before interacting/plotting with me. a study in: the dark side of human nature. struggling to do the right thing and everything turns bad. becoming the monster. 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓟𝓔𝓓 𝓑𝓨 𝓒𝓡𝓞𝓦

𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳: @violentnatured @littlegirlgcne @deathoccurred

𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃: @bledvencm @hellridcr @hellsurvivr @bledchaos 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎: could be you

𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎

𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺. 𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

A long drag of his cigarette — his mouth opened almost as if to exhale the smoke before sucking it back in.  Those deep set blue eyes drank her in,  completely unreadable.  A smile, a devilish smile spread across his face.  “That’s your first impression of me, is it darlin’?” Jax drawled, exhaling the smoke as he spoke. He knew that she wasn’t wrong. He was definitely the type. He had broken plenty of hearts, yet they still kept coming back for more. He was a bad boy, a biker, and he held a raw charisma that many guys in this town seemed to possess.  He was relaxed, an arm draped over the back of the seat.   She was a sight to behold herself and not to mention there was something more to her. That even he couldn’t put his finger on.  He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray nearby. His gaze holding hers as he leans forward. “ A first class heartbreaker, but something tells me you’ve done the same.  What’s your name? So I can put a name to a pretty face.”

He was to be blamed wasn’t he?   He was the one that got his best friend killed.   Unlike the rest of the group who had got down on their knees and complied with Negan’s order.    Jax didn’t.    He didn’t take well with some asshole swinging a bat around and acting like he was in control.    That was his first mistake.    His mouth is what got his best friend killed.   That was his second.   What Negan probably thought that would put him in line.    It did the opposite.    Jax lost his shit and all he saw was red.   He did end up taking a few more of Negan’s men out before he was subdued   —   that bat shoved in his face still dripping with the blood of Opie’s.  

The thing was he wasn’t scared,   he was angry.   He stared the devil back in  the face and refused to back down.   That should have gotten him killed,   yet it didn’t.   He wasn’t sure what sick thought Negan had but he stopped.   Instead,   Jax was taken.    He was put into a small room,  with no light,  no windows,  nothing.    Was this supposed to be some form of punishment?   Nothing was told to him.   He was left alone,  given a meal once a day and that was it.   Jax refused to touch the food that was offered.   It stayed untouched.   The time alone only gave him time to think.   A plan forming in his mind.    He was going to kill Negan,  he was just going to bide his time just right.