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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Looking for revenge
Characters: Maggie
Prompt: Undecideds (West Wing Episodes)
Word Count: 223
Finished: 24.02.2020
Note: AU, because not series conform
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After weeks of mourning and desperation, Maggie had finally found a way to move on. At least during the days, she was able to keep her thoughts under control and to do her job.
It was different at night. She was still dreaming, but no nightmares anymore where she saw Glen lying on the ground, covered with his own blood, his eyes searching for her for a last goodbye. No, it was the monster Negan who visited her in her dreams. Only this time, he was the prisoner, bound at hands and feet he was cowering in front of her, completely under her thumb.
And she knew he would die. She only had to decide if she wanted to shoot him or throw him into a cage with hungry walker. Most she liked the idea to slay him with his beloved baseball bat, the murder weapon which had torn Glen out of her life within a split of a second. She didn't want to give Negan the chance to go quickly and easily; she wanted to see him suffering.
Every morning she did wake it before she had been able to take the decision and to bring it to an end. But the day would come. She wouldn't rest before she would have found Negan again, and then nothing would hold her back.
Characters: Maggie
Prompt: Undecideds (West Wing Episodes)
Word Count: 223
Finished: 24.02.2020
Note: AU, because not series conform
:::
After weeks of mourning and desperation, Maggie had finally found a way to move on. At least during the days, she was able to keep her thoughts under control and to do her job.
It was different at night. She was still dreaming, but no nightmares anymore where she saw Glen lying on the ground, covered with his own blood, his eyes searching for her for a last goodbye. No, it was the monster Negan who visited her in her dreams. Only this time, he was the prisoner, bound at hands and feet he was cowering in front of her, completely under her thumb.
And she knew he would die. She only had to decide if she wanted to shoot him or throw him into a cage with hungry walker. Most she liked the idea to slay him with his beloved baseball bat, the murder weapon which had torn Glen out of her life within a split of a second. She didn't want to give Negan the chance to go quickly and easily; she wanted to see him suffering.
Every morning she did wake it before she had been able to take the decision and to bring it to an end. But the day would come. She wouldn't rest before she would have found Negan again, and then nothing would hold her back.