Chapter 120
Michael walked into Alexandria like he owned the ground he stepped on.
Eyes forward. Shoulders high. Hands behind his back.
A war general—even without the uniform.
Axel followed behind him.
No voice.
No expression.
No soul.
Just a shadow. A puppet behind its master.
Michael looked around. Observed everything—houses, people, defenses, weapons, weak spots.
Then he turned and spoke to Rick.
Polite. Controlled. Professional.
"I respect what you've built here," he said with a firm nod.
Rick didn't answer. He was still watching Axel—who looked like he wasn't even alive anymore.
Then Michael said it.
"Why don't you join me?"
The words hit like a gunshot.
Axel flinched—hard.
He jumped like he'd been electrocuted.
"No fa—" he started to say, but stopped himself.
He swallowed.
"No, sir," Axel said quickly. "No. Don't."
Rick raised his eyebrows. Daryl tilted his head. Maggie's face tightened. As she watched from her room
Everyone was watching Axel now.
"Speak, boy," Michael said, still not smiling. "If people see you like this, they'll think I'm a monster. Not just your old man."
His voice wasn't angry. Just cold.
Axel clenched his fists. Forced himself to look up.
"You came here for me… right?" he said.
Michael nodded once.
"Then I'll go with you," Axel said quietly. "But please… don't do that."
He dropped to his knees.
"I'm begging you… father."
The word echoed.
Father.
Michael blinked.
And then he smirked.
That smirk.
The one Axel used to do.
But this one… it was worse.
It wasn't just darkness.
It was deeper.
Older.
Terrifying.
"Good," Michael said.
"Let's go, then."
Axel followed his father out.
The cold wind hit his face, but he didn't feel it.
Rick moved beside him, tried to stop him. "Axel, listen to me—"
Nothing.
Daryl grabbed his arm. "Kid, don't do this."
Michonne stood in front of him. "Whatever he said, you don't have to go."
But Axel didn't stop.
He didn't speak.
He wasn't Axel anymore.
Not the boy with the smug smile.
Not the one who made sarcastic jokes, who flirted and laughed, who smirked through pain.
Now… he was silent.
Just a shadow in black.
He reached the gate. One step away from leaving Alexandria.
"Axel."
The voice hit like thunder through his chest.
He froze.
Didn't turn.
Didn't move.
Because he knew that voice.
Maggie.
She was standing at her doorway, pale, tired, still sick—but standing.
Her eyes searched for answers. Her heart pounded against her ribs.
"Axel," she said again, stepping forward. "What's going on?"
She didn't know everything. But she heard enough.
She heard the name. Michael.
She remembered everything Axel told her.
How Michael trained him like a dog.
How he beat him.
How he turned his son into a weapon.
He was never a father—he was a war general who happened to have a child.
And now he was taking Axel away.
"No way," Maggie whispered, her hands trembling.
Michael leaned against his car, eyes burning.
He saw her.
"What is this?" he growled. "Don't tell me you fell in love, boy."
His voice was filled with anger. Wrath. Fury.
But for the first time since he arrived, Axel didn't flinch.
He didn't bow his head.
He didn't tremble.
He just turned around slowly.
That smirk.
That same Axel smirk.
The one that was half-cocky, half-heartbroken.
"See you later, Maggie girl."
Then he turned away and walked through the gate.
And Maggie stood frozen—watching the boy she maybe loved walk away with the man who made him a monster.
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