@thewiickedones - gets a plotted starter → 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: 𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗡
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.
They couldn’t keep him here forever. Something told the outlaw that something had to give soon. Something was being planned for him and he would be ready. He couldn’t even tell what day it was anymore. Days, weeks, it all felt the same to him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he slept. He refused to break, especially not to him. His head laid back against the wall. His usually well kept hair was a mess, blonde hair stuck to his head from sweat. His eyes were closed, his arms wrapped his legs that were drawn against his body. That’s when he heard faint sounds of voices. Then the door opened with only a crack which caused light to spill into the darkness. Those deep set blue eyes opened, squinting against the harsh light. Then his gaze fell to the wall in front of him. There was a look of indifference that masked his facial features. “Whatever it is you want, you’re wasting your time.”