Being recruited into Alexandria had been the first bit of good luck in a long run of a shit time. There had been some rough times but all in all, great. Returning after some time away should have been a homecoming but it had been a return to help his friends. The Saviors pick up at Hilltop had gone down without a hiccup and he only hoped things were alright back home. Domās timing was impeccable. He was met with guns the moment his car pulled up to the gate ( or more so behind the cars outside the gate). Cautiously, he stepped out, grabbing his orange hiking backpack. Bag was barely pulled over his shoulder before hands were dragging him inside.
Dom kept his cool, at first while they took his bag and started rummaging around. āWeāre taking half your shit,ā one of the men said, another laughing. Mere minnows like the men who had come to the Hilltop. Only when they pulled out his sketchbooks, protectively kept in a big ziplock, and dumped them out, he surged forward without thinking. āThose are mineāā A hand grabbed him by the collar of his jean jacket and yanked him back. Dominic fought at the grip for a beat before stopping, breathing heavy.
ā donāt underestimate the things that i will do. ā
Was that supposed to mean something to him? No. Dominic hadnāt been here for the terrorizing. He didnāt understand. Not yet. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and confusion. āThose are private,ā he hissed at the man in the leather jacket, getting looks of pity and fear from a couple of the Alexandrians on the sidewalk. Two sketchbooks. The older one was full, the newer just a dozen or so drawings were finished. Heād drawn a lot of the people heād met. Some from here, a few from Hilltop. Some gorier drawings of Walkers in his older book. The read like a road map of some of his experiences over that least year or so.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā alexandriaĀ wasĀ alwaysĀ anĀ ....Ā š®š§š©š«ššš¢ššššš„š Ā šÆš¢š¬š¢š.Ā Ā theyĀ followedĀ theĀ rulesĀ oneĀ day,Ā brokeĀ themĀ theĀ next.Ā theyĀ actedĀ likeĀ hisĀ friendĀ andĀ thenĀ theyĀ spitĀ inĀ hisĀ face.Ā theyĀ wantedĀ toĀ challengeĀ him.Ā theyĀ wantedĀ toĀ throwĀ neganĀ fromĀ hisĀ thrownĀ andĀ crushĀ theĀ crownĀ atopĀ hisĀ head.
butĀ thatāsĀ notĀ howĀ thingsĀ workedĀ anymore.Ā itĀ wasĀ aĀ brandĀ newĀ beginning.Ā aĀ newĀ worldĀ order!
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā well,Ā well.Ā whatĀ doĀ weĀ haveĀ hereĀ boys?Ā Ā āĀ Ā atĀ theĀ soundĀ ofĀ theirĀ leaderāsĀ voice,Ā theĀ menĀ immediatelyĀ tookĀ aĀ stepĀ back,Ā leavingĀ bothĀ sketchbooksĀ onĀ theĀ ground,Ā laidĀ openĀ besideĀ anĀ emptyĀ plasticĀ bag.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā anĀ artist,Ā huh?Ā iĀ hopeĀ youĀ donātĀ mindĀ ifĀ iĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā takeĀ aĀ peekĀ forĀ myself.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā theĀ otherĀ didĀ seemĀ toĀ mind,Ā becauseĀ asĀ soonĀ asĀ neganĀ beganĀ toĀ reachĀ forĀ theĀ drawings,Ā heĀ wasĀ suddenlyĀ rushingĀ forwardĀ thinkingĀ thatĀ heĀ couldĀ stopĀ this.Ā toĀ stopĀ him.Ā insteadĀ theĀ manĀ wasĀ haltedĀ byĀ theĀ tightĀ gripĀ ofĀ fiveĀ leatherĀ cladĀ fingersĀ atĀ theĀ collarĀ ofĀ hisĀ jeanĀ jacket.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā youĀ reallyĀ donātĀ wantĀ toĀ doĀ that.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā venomĀ drippedĀ fromĀ eachĀ wordĀ thatĀ slippedĀ fromĀ neganāsĀ mouth,Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā youĀ reallyĀ š¬š”šØš®š„šš§'šĀ Ā doĀ that.Ā notĀ ifĀ youĀ wantĀ toĀ keepĀ thatĀ headĀ ofĀ yourāsĀ stillĀ attachedĀ toĀ yourĀ body.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā andĀ š”šĀ š°šš¬Ā š§šØšĀ Ā hereĀ toĀ playĀ around.Ā lucilleĀ wasĀ lifted,Ā herĀ sharpĀ wiresĀ smellingĀ heavyĀ ofĀ copperĀ onlyĀ anĀ inchĀ fromĀ diggingĀ intoĀ theĀ brunetteāsĀ smoothĀ smoothĀ cheek.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā youĀ donātĀ wantĀ toĀ underestimateĀ theĀ thingsĀ thatĀ iĀ willĀ do.Ā toĀ you.Ā toĀ yourĀ home.Ā andĀ toĀ anybodyĀ youĀ considerĀ aĀ fuckingĀ friend.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
