A/N: This chapter contains assault. Turn away now if you can't handle it! You've been warned. I in no way, shape or form own the walking dead if I did there would be a lot more smutty goodness involved lol. The centered phrase in italic is a lyric from the song Thirteen by Danzig. I don't own the song
What's done is done..
Rick is standing near the prison gate with his hands grabbing the gate unsure of what to feel. Not knowing if Daryl will be there in time to stop Merle from handing michonne over to the governor. Hershel comes up to the gate next to Rick but he doesn't look at him.
"Daryl has gone after them on foot" The farmer can sense guilt and fear in his voice.
"You're not a bad person rick. I know you thought this would be the best decision for the group but" the elder man pauses for a brief minute "Why were you so quick to give up michonne like that?
"I wanted to protect everyone this seemed like to only way out"
"What makes you think he won't stop his attacks on the prison? That this one deal suddenly can change his mind after everything that happened."
Rick couldn't respond to that as he looks up at him. It took Merle actually going through with it to figure out that this was a bad judgment call. In a way he was right.
"What if she dies... What happens then? Her death is on my conscious" a lump fills in ricks throat as he asks the dreaded question
"You can't think like that. She's a strong minded fighter she'll survive" Those words don't seem to sink in right away." when are you going tell the group?" Rick walks away.
"Rick!"
"I'll gather them up outside the prison yard. Just be there"
I have to make this right.
XXX
Looking at her restraints, then out the car window she realizes her time is running short. Leaning her head back on the headrest the swordless fighter looks in her captor's direction, seeing no expression of remorse from him, not even the usual smirk. The silence is finally broken.
"You must get a kick out of this huh, seeing the black girl suffer in the hands of a murderer, doing everybody's dirty work thinking that makes you worthy. Hmm?" Merle gives michonne a big glare into her brown eyes
"I already warned you once bout' cuttin that tongue out. No one cares bout' you darlin or you wouldn't be here in the first place" he turned his attention back to the road trying to tune her out. She can quickly feel his words starting to make her think but quickly fires back.
"Unlike you I have use for it. You might not think it, or even know it, but your just like the governor willing to give up anyone just to prove something" she still looking in his direction. The expression on his face slightly changes.
"You're wrong. I'm protecting my brother."
"And killing me will protect him. Keep telling yourself that. Daryl would never agree to something like this, You may be family but he's nothing like you" she turns back to looking out the window
Silence fills up the car once again as they keep driving through the empty streets to the meeting place. Merle knows he's done wrong in the past beating t-dog on that roof in Atlanta, to murdering sixteen people. The list could go on, whatever he could do to protect his brother he'd do without a second though. He doesn't think anyone cares at all for this woman not even his brother so why should it matter what happens to her.
The sun is starting to set as they arrive close to the meeting spot. Before she can drift off the car comes to a slow stop. Merle takes a quick drink of whiskey he picked up at the last stop. He turns to her direction to offer her a drink; she gives him a confusing look. He nods reassuring her she's going to need it. He puts the bottle tip up to her plump lips, she tilts her head back a little to take a drink. Leaning into her personal space he opens the door trying not to look at her.
"You know the way girl" She looks directly at him with a look of desperation on her speaks to her captor in a soft seductive tone
"You don't have to do this. We can just go back to the prison, you and me. We can just go back and fight the governor together. A chance to redeem yourself" He turned and looks at her, gazing in to her soft brown eyes.
"You can be a changed man. Just let me go" He keeps looking at her but doesn't respond.
She parts her lips a little, leaning into his personal space to plant a soft kiss onto his lips; she uses her teeth to grab onto his bottom lip softly to pull it back towards her, then releasing. Giving him no time to react she gets out, using her hip to shut the door. When she walks towards the front of the car she stops in her tracks, giving the redneck a long gaze. Then she walked away.
Merle watches her as she makes her way through the bushes, he licks his lips to get a better taste of her lips, a combination of whiskey and jasmine. Not putting any thought into it he turns the car around then drives off.
The governor and his five henchmen are waiting patiently in the back of their pickup truck for their prize to arrive.
"Keep your eyes open boys, she could be here any minute"
"Boss I see something coming through the bushes." the henchmen hesitantly pull out their fire arms, pointing towards that direction. The leader gets a good look at the figure with his one good eye and sees dreadlocks blowing in the wind. He knew Rick had come through with the deal.
Bad luck wind
Been blowin' on my back
The swordless warrior continues to walk up to the dark pickup truck, knowing she doesn't have her katana she feels powerless. Looking forward she studies her surroundings, debating what she can do only with the use of her legs "I can't put the people at the prison at risk" she thinks to herself. The closer she gets to the truck all she can here is Merle words repeating in her head like a broken record, "No one cares bout' you darlin."
"That's far enough Michonne!" The leader plus his five men jump off the back of the truck, making a circle around her
"Heh little miss samurai... Where's your sword?" The one eyed man lets out an evil sounding chuckle, with that smug look on his face. She just scowls at him, whishing she could gut him.
"She got a nice backside from the looks back here boss, bet she likes it from behind." the entire group of gunmen chuckle at the sexual remark.
"You, search her if you please" The governor ordered
"Well damn if I don't get all the best jobs!" He turns her around to face the same henchman who made that sly remark. Running his left hand all across upper body. He proceeds to run both his hands up the inner part of her legs, and then softly rubs her private area with his right hand.
"You want to try the back pockets?" She gives the long haired gunmen a sarcastic smile
He reaches around her to cuff her butt, then she delivers a right knee to his face in a swift motion. The one eyed man kicks her in the back causing her to fall down. All four men begin to rapidly kick the helpless girl on the ground. Even though the wind is blowing smoothly all she can feel is every foot kicked in her direction. Before she has time to pass out one of the men lifts her head up, making her look at his bleeding nose before delivering a hard punch to her face.
The governor whistles, causing the men to stop. "Get up now!"
Spitting blood out of her mouth, the defenseless fighter struggles to get up, feeling excruciating pain all over her body. One of the men lifts her up to her feet, yanking her dreads back hard. She clenches her blood stained teeth at the one eyed man
"Now that's not very nice. I think it's time you take a nap" the one eyed man grips the front of his gun, hitting the women on the forehead with the handle of the gun. Everything turns black as she falls down on the grass unconscious. He takes out a rolled up black pouch from his back pocket, pulling out a syringe with clear liquid inside. He kneels down to the unconscious woman, injecting the liquid into her right arm.
"You, load her onto the truck, Martinez, you're driving. No one touch this woman below the belt. Disobey this order and you will be shot. In the head!" The gunman stare at each other cluelessly trying to figure out why. The governor sits in the passenger seat" let's go!" he shouts.
One of the henchmen hoist the helpless women on his back and carried her to the back of the truck, the others load up their weapons onto the truck. They speed back onto the road, back to Woodberry.
"See the way her boobs jiggle. I wonder what they taste like" He takes her left hand, rubbing it against his growing bulge. The dark skin gunmen puts to fingers to her neck "Don't know what he'd given her but knocked her out cold. Maybe you should go first sense you had a load of knee to the face"
The long haired henchmen Crawls up to the unconscious woman, pulling her slightly bloody tipped dreads out of her face. He plants a soft kiss onto her plump lips, sticking his tongue into her unresponsive mouth, not even the taste of blood could stop him from tasting her.
He puts his right hand up her top to squeeze her plump breast, while he sucks on her smooth neck. The darker skinned gunman was vigorously stroking himself, wanting to spew all over her face. The gunman lifts up her shirt, pulling down her bra to start sucking on her swollen nibs.
The three men suddenly hear a few taps on the window. It was the boss
"Alright guys fun time is over. Leave her be"
XXX
Merle continues to drive up the road until he sees his brother walking. He abruptly stops the car, rolling down the window. Daryl approaches the car, seeing his brother in the driver's seat
"Hey baby brother whatchu' doin out here?" the younger Dixon looks around the car, seeing her sword in the backseat
"Where's Michonne?"
"Long gone brother" He takes a swish of whiskey
"...You drunk fuck!" he mummers under his breath "Take me to the rendezvous now" The older Dixie chuckles
"Don't tell me you actually care for the bitch do ya?" the younger brother gets into the car.
"I'd promise Rick to bring her back, she don't deserve none of this!" another chuckle escaped from the older brothers mouth
"Typical officer friendly, sends me to do the deal that he ain't got the balls to do, then has a sudden change of heart." Before he can take another drink, the bottle is snatched out of his and thrown out window.
"Tired of hearin' your mouth you drunk, just take me to the rendezvous point." The older brother doesn't bother to put up a fight with his brother.
Both Dixons are walking through the fields. The older Dixon could care less about finding out what happened but his younger brother was always the sentimental one, so he had no choice but to stand by his side, putting his feelings aside. The younger brother spots a patch of blood on the ground, along with multiple foot prints.
"He knocked her out cold, looks like a struggle happened" he can sense distress in his voice, which wasn't unusual in this type of situation.
He walks up behind Daryl "what's done is done... Ain't nothin' we can do now. Not much time before it gets dark" He takes a brief pause "C'mon"
"Sure whatever you say, dad" He turns around and bumps into his brother's shoulder but he grabs him by the forearm using his good hand.
Merle raises his voice" I'm nothin' like that old drunkin' bastard, I never once laid a hand on you like he did. I did this to protect you. Don't you understand that?"
"...Dad use to grab me the same way you are now. He may be dead but you're the spinning image of him. Sad you don't even see it" Feeling deeply insulted by those words, Merle looks directly into his eyes, releases his grip knowing there's nothing left to be said. He wants to change but doesn't know where to start.
XXX
Everyone was sitting outside of the prison when rick revealed to the group about the governor's deal. No one would ever think he would just act without discussing it with everyone first. The looks of confusion and fear filled everyone's faces; there was nothing that could be said. Glenn and Maggie just stare at each other; they both had firsthand encounters with the governor. They know what she's in for and it's not looking good. Rick couldn't even bring himself to say anything else.
Maggie puts her head down "I hope she makes it back alive" She starts to get all chocked up from the thought of what michonne is going through.
"Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay" Glenn embraces Maggie into his arms
"I hope Daryl found her. He's just gotta bring her back" Carol says, resting her head against the concrete wall.
Beth try's to put on a brave face "I have faith in Daryl, he's good at these things" Hershel puts his arm around his youngest daughter planting a small kiss on her forehead. He can tell she was scared.
Carl couldn't even look at his father the same way ever again. He had a special bond with michonne like a long lost sister type. This had a great effect on him personally. Then suddenly Carl stands up in front of everybody
"Alright people listen up. By a show of hands, how many of you think she's earned a place in our family?" everyone raises their hand in an instant. He gives his dad a scowling look then directs his attention back to everyone else"
"I'll be damned if I let a member of our family die in the hands of a psycho. I agree, my father should of talk to us first. But that right there tells me he doesn't care for michonne the way we do. With that being said we should come up with plan to rescue her, the governor will never kill another person again. Who's with me?" Rick is in disbelief hearing these words coming out of his son's mouth; still he couldn't say anything because he knows this is his fault.
Suddenly there is the sound of a car horn near the gates. The moment of truth is in that car. Everyone attention it redirected.
"Maggie, Glenn open the gates" Rick orders
They both run as quickly as they can. Everyone stands, waiting to see if she was in the car. As the Dixon brother enter the prison, Rick walks up to the car window, looking directly at Daryl. The younger Dixon is holding her sword in his hands, at that moment nothing could be said.
"Just park the car over there. We can use it for additional runs" he grabs his head as he walks back into the prison to find carl, needing to talk to him about his little outburst in the courtyard. He finds his son sitting on the cell bed, looking at the wall.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about out there?" he wouldn't look in his father's direction
"Please, it's not you care what happens to her anyway"
"Excuse me, I'm trying to protect everyone at this prison. What makes you think I don't care about what happens to her?"
"You handed her over like she meant nothing to any of us. She's earned her place in this group and you knew that. But still took matters into your own hands without thinking of the consequences" Carl looks in his dad's direction "did you really think handing one person over will stop a man like him?" Rick can sense an assertive tone in his voice. He walks over to his father looking directly at him.
"So dad it's your call. What are you going to do about this?"
The deal is complete. Will michonne be alive by the time they rescue her? Will Merle ever change his ways?
Stay tuned. Reviews are greatly appreciated.