Chapter 2 of The Sickness of the Mind. The last chapter didn't really have much information in it so I decided to post this chapter now. Sorry if the writing isn't your cup of tea but give it a go ok? Remember, this is my first story :) I try to make sure there are as little mistakes as possible but if there are some please accept my apologies.
Daryl
Daryl was kneeling down in a medium sized room. It had a dimmed light that was pale yellow and Daryl could spy a few tables sat around the edges against the wall.
He had no idea what the people that had managed to disarm him were like. But since he had his hands tied behind his back and three guns pointed at his head, he doubted they would be having a nice picnic in the sunshine later on.
Suddenly, the large and heavy mahogany door slammed open and Daryl tensed himself. He watched as a smaller person was being pulled violently into the room. Damn. It was Carl. Daryl knew that Sheriff's hat anywhere. He watched as Carl desperately tried to wriggle his way out of the man's grip. He gave a grunt kicking his legs backwards. Daryl noticed that the man was actually trying not to hurt him, only hold him still which was obviously quite hard work since this was Carl.
"Somebody help me with this." the man grunted as he tried to control Carl's legs when the boy used his full body weight against the man. Daryl suddenly felt a flash of hope that he would escape when the man lost his grip on Carl for a second. The men that were keeping Daryl in place looked unsure about helping as Carl was just a kid so they watched, not knowing what to do, as Carl broke free from the man's grasp.
He was about to run for the door when he lost his balance, falling onto his face with a cry. The man that was trying to control Carl grabbed his shirt, dragging him to his feet again while one of the men with Daryl finally stepped up, taking control of Carl's legs and forcing him to his knees next to Daryl.
Daryl watched Carl carefully, eyes full of concern about what these people would do to him. The kid looked over at Daryl, everything about him made him seem like he was irritated and angry, except his eyes that produced an emotion that Daryl hadn't expected from a kid like Carl – fear. Daryl wanted to comfort the kid. In normal situations he didn't show his good and fluffy side, but right now, he'd do anything to show it to Carl.
The youth looked away and so did Daryl, who watched the door, patiently waiting for it to open. It did, eventually, and in stepped a man with a bandage around his left eye. Daryl spotted small specks of blood growing around the corners of the bandage, telling him that this man had recently got whatever wound was beneath this bandage.
One of the men inside the room with Daryl and Carl stepped forward, muttering quietly with the man. Within this small and quiet conversation Daryl heard one word that stood out very much to Daryl: 'Governor'. Was this man the 'Governor' that the woman Michonne had been so interested in getting? Daryl guessed he was, considering the way the men were watching this man.
Daryl once again cast a weary glance at Carl whose eyes were now shadowed by this hat making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. The Governor suddenly walked over to the two hostages, his eye's raked Daryl, and then Carl. He smiled at them, a fake smile. He stepped over to Daryl, studying his face before letting out a sinister chuckle. "Take this man to the arena." He said in the deep voice "I'll tell you what to do with him later." He stood up straight looking at the men with the guns.
"And the boy?" one of them asked. The Governor once again looked over at the poor kid "Don't you worry about him," he said with a smile in his voice, walking over to Carl and grabbing him by the shirt. Carl gave a grunt, using his whole body strength to try and pull away, but the Governor was able to pull Carl towards him with ease using a single arm, despite the struggles. Carl's eyes were lit with anger. He bit down onto the man's fingers, causing him to let go. While scrambling away his hat slipped off his head, he ignored it and continued on with his desperate flee for freedom.
Seconds later The Governor took a handful of the boy's hair dragging him back into his hands. Carl spat in his face, earning him a harsh slap around the face. Tears sparked in the boy's eyes but he didn't stop his useless struggles against the man that was at least twice his size. The Governor picked up the kid's hat, and as he was placing it on his head again Daryl pushed himself forward, onto his feet towards the Governor spitting "Don't you touch him!" This was Rick's kid. He hadn't done anything wrong. Daryl doubted he had even killed a man, at least not on purpose. And now he was being bullied by this random guy.
The Governor wrapped one arm around Carl's neck, turning to face Daryl so Carl was between them, helplessly squirming in the man's grip with, arm's still tied around his back. The Governor met Daryl's gaze hardily, saying nothing. Daryl watched as another man hit Carl on the head with the other end of his gun making him go limp in the man's arms. A bag was placed over his head for good measure and the Governor picked up the unconscious boy, putting him over his shoulder. A bag was then forced over Daryl's head as well and he was dragged away from the scene.