𝓣𝓪𝓹 𝓜𝓮
Micah was arguably lucky he hadn’t been placed on trial. He had several enemies within camp and many who had little to no trust in him. But they also knew just how serious he was about his name, his patron, and being the top semi God. That meant, well. Not betraying.
Everything had seemed to pass on in some type of haze. One minute he was grinning ear to ear fighting harpies, the next they were finding a guilty suspect, and now the empousas were trying to strike a deal. Their countenances already appeared suspicious, but the moment Micah heard the traitor would be pointed out, he was a bit more willing to accept their “gracious” offer.
“There’s a traitor for you.”
Everyone’s eyes and bodies turned to Mabel.
Micah’s jaw clenched and his fist followed suit.
“That little piece of-”
A scream interrupted the murmuring sounds of betrayal, and everyone watched in horror as one of the emposusas bit a girls neck.
They disappeared, and everyone stood there, almost silently. Almost frozen.
And it p!ssed Micah off.
He took a step forward and his half-sister Amara quickly grabbed his arm.
“Mich, don’t do anything rash. We have to take a vote-”
He shoved her arm away roughly, his nostrils flaring with anger.
A girl named Emma yelled out at her, but took no action.
“Any other questions?”
Micah pushed aside the crowd and scoffed, walking towards her as he lifted his chin up. “How’s your pain tolerance?”
“And if you could be kind enough, I’d like to choose my form of execution. Fire brings… such joy to me.”
“Oh ho ho,” he breathed out, a wicked smile painting his lips. “You think you get the luxury of choosing how you die?” The moment he was within arms reach his hand shot out and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, lifting her up a few inches from the ground so his eyes met hers.
Gasps and shouts filled the room as his free hand pulled out the knife from his side sheath, putting it to her neck. “I will make sure you suffer a long, agonizing death,” he hissed.
“Micah! Let her go!” A girl cried. “She might have been blackmailed into doing it! We need to let her talk-”
Micah’s lips tightened as he lifted Mabel up higher, and threw her hard into the floor.
“Then she should have died instead of accepting being a traitor.” He kicked her in the stomach and ran a hand through his hair before flipping the knife expertly along his fingers.
He walked slowly towards Mabel once again, his footsteps heavy. “This girl killed your friends!” He looked towards the crowd, his arms outstrecthed as he pointed randomly at the spectators. “Killed your family!”
He crouched down, tilting his head at Mabel before grabbing her by her hair and standing back up.
“I think we all deserve to spill a little bit of her blood.”
“You’re a monster!” Someone else shouted.
Micah simply laughed. In that moment, he looked psychotic. In his mind, this was the right thing. The just thing.
“The monsters are out there. And they broke through our defenses and spilt the blood of our brothers on our own land.”
A small group stood apart from the crowd, weapons pulled. Amara and Negan included. Micah glared at her.
“We’re doing this the right way Micah,” she stated calmly, holding out her hand. “I know you’re upset, but don’t do something you’ll regret. You’ve known her. You’ve seen her around. It will haunt you if you pull through with this.”
Micah paused for a moment, as if considering it. “The only thing that will haunt me is if this thing doesn’t get what it deserves.”
He looked around the crowd. “Well? Don’t just stand there!”
@/BlackBlood - yeah…he a bit cray cray
@/Alex - here da posty
@/Sophia1233 - emma mentioned
@/kalon - I figure you should be tagged?
@/CHBRPers - feel free to join in if you wish