Darkest parts of us

Chapter 2….Fury

Greetings and welcome back. In answer to a few questions we had, the abuse they suffered will only be outright discussed in two chapters. Yes they are broken and we will go over their physical and mental states but only in two chapters will we talk about the abuse.

Thanks to all of you who have read, followed, reviewed. Again this one is dark, but we promise there is hope here. There is always hope when we have CARYL. Tonight's the night! Be ready! Hugs soa and Vicki

-Darkest-

As one, the group rushed Daryl and Carol into see Hershel.

Martinez had refused to allow anyone else to carry Carol. Her body, wrapped in a bloody sheet, looked tiny in the man's arms.

"Don't forget to grab the black bag in the front of my car!" Martinez yelled as he ran with his precious cargo.

"What's in the bag?" asked the very suspicious Glenn.

Martinez gently placing Carol on a bunk turned to the young man. "Drugs, you need to keep her unconscious for now. Whatever you do, don't let her wake up."

Hershel, calling for Maggie and Beth, pushed his way through the crowd. "I need everyone to get out except for my daughters. Bob check on Daryl."

"I'm not leaving her and you should really only have Michonne in here when you take that sheet off." Martinez told the old man. "Nothin there you want your girls to see."

Maggie and Beth, ignoring the men, started to uncover Carol.

"OH MY GOD! What did they do to her?" Maggie's scream could be heard throughout the cell block. Beth, sobbing ran from the room.

"Rick, Michonne get in here!" Hershel's tear stained voice called out. "Close the curtain." Hershel was now aware of the large group of people standing outside the cell. Martinez was right; no one should see this that didn't have too. Carol was modest and Hershel knew he had to protect her; she was like a daughter to him. He sent up a silent prayer hoping that God would bring her back from this.

Rick and Michonne came into the cell, closing the curtain and turned towards Hershel.

Neither could contain their gasps of horror.

Carol, so beautiful, so tiny, was lying on her stomach. Her back the only thing visible.

She was littered with cuts, bruises and brands. There was hardly an inch that wasn't marked.

Hershel, blinking away the tears, slowly moved the rest of the sheet off her.

The damage continued all the way to the bottoms of her feet.

"Was she… Was she assaulted?" asked Michonne in a quiet voice.

Martinez, sitting near Carol's head, answered "Yeah, but the rest of the story is Carol's to tell. I couldn't leave her there. The things…" Martinez put his head in his hands unable to continue.

"Just please, don't let her wake up yet. " He finally added.

Hershel and the others worked to clean Carol up as best they could. When it was time to turn her over, Martinez warned them that the damage could be worse.

He was right.

She had suffered and no one was sure how she was still alive.

Not only did she have the same damage as the back, she was also covered with bite marks. Carved over her heart were the letters for Daryl's name.

Of all the damage, that carving almost broke Rick.

"Can you tell us anything? What happened to her?"

"She can tell you, if she chooses too. Hershel, you're going to have to check her everywhere."

-Darkest-

When Bob got to Daryl's cell he could hear Maggie screaming over the damage done to Carol. Bob took a step toward Daryl, Glenn close behind him. Bob pulled open Daryl's shirt, he heard Glenn gasp behind him. Bob knew about the scars that marred his body, but now there were fresh marks. Above his heart was Carol's name craved into him.

Glenn stumbled backward, feeling the bars hit his back, "Jesus, why would anyone…."

Bob nodded, "I know, help me get him undressed. I need to clean the wounds and check him over." Bob looked over his shoulder at Glenn, "Can you do this or do I need to call Rick?"

Glenn's face hardened and he gave Bob a quick nod, "No, I'm good. I can do this."

Slowly they removed his clothes; out of the two Daryl had gotten off light. But his back, his back was covered in lash marks there wasn't going to be a single strip of his back that wouldn't be covered in scars. Glenn had hot tears on his face as Bob worked on him. This was his friend, his brother, and he had suffered through a hell that Glenn couldn't even picture in his mind. He didn't want too.

Bob felt his ribs, finding several broken where it looked like someone had beaten him. Bob and Glenn wrapped his ribs, just as they were finishing up Daryl's eyes snapped open, grabbing Bob's wrist so hard he thought the man would crush it.

Glenn moved so he was sure that Daryl could see his face, "Hey Daryl, your home. Hershel is with Carol."

Daryl's eyes narrowed, his voice coming out in a hard rasp, "Carol?"

Glenn forced a smile, "She's fine, well she's being looked at right now. I can go sit with her, while you rest. Is that ok?"

Daryl gave him a soft nod and then his eyes closed again, his grip on Bob's hand loosened as he fell back into whatever sleep he had been before. Glenn sighed, looking at Bob they were in for a long road.

-Darkest-

An hour later, Bob knocked on the cell door.

"Daryl is still out. He's busted up pretty bad, but he'll live."

Rick nodded thanks and seeing Hershel was finished looked at Martinez.

"I need to check in with Daryl and then we can show you where the showers are and get you a room for the night."

"Shower would be appreciated, but I need to stay close to Caro. I made a promise to her and Daryl and I need to keep it."

Michonne said she would stay with Carol until the man got back. She didn't trust him, but she was also planning on staying in that cell. As she looked down at her friend, her eyes welled with tears and her heart broke. She couldn't believe the strength in the woman, to have survived what had happened was amazing, but Michonne was also worried about Carol's mental state. Michonne silently vowed that NO ONE would ever hurt this woman again. She would train her and if it was vengeance Carol wanted, Michonne would make damn sure she was at Carol's side.

-Darkest-

A few more hours passed. Between Martinez and Michonne, no one was allowed into Carol's cell.

Glenn came by and asked if he could sit with Carol for a bit, sending the two sentinels off to get something to eat.

After they agreed to leave, Glenn leaned down and spoke to Carol.

"Hi Carol, it's me Glenn. God I'm so sorry this happened to you. I need you to get better; WE need you to get better. No one takes care of us like you. You know, Maggie's got a baby on the way? I'm gonna be a daddy and I need your help to make sure I don't mess up. No one cooks like you, and when Daryl wakes up, he's gonna be an ass until you can get him settled. Please be ok, I love you sister. "

Glenn, soft sobs escaping his lips sat back and let his memories of better days fill his head.

He was just starting to drift off, when he noticed movement on the bed. He reached over to touch her shoulder and was suddenly shoved away.

Carol leaped out of the bed, grabbing a scalpel from the bedside table, spun around into a crouch in the corner. Her eyes, still that beautiful blue, were empty, flat like a shark. Her lips pulled back into a snarl as animalistic sounds escaped her bruised throat. Glenn tried to reach out to her, but she swiped at him with the blade, leaving a slight cut on his arm. As soon as Glenn yelled for Michonne and Martinez, he could hear the sounds of them running to him.

"Fuck! Didn't you people dose her like I said?! You can't let her wake up yet!"

"What do we do, how the hell are we going to get to her without hurting her?" Michonne was breathless at the fury she saw in her friend. There was nothing of "Carol" in the figure before her. This was a dervish, a banshee, a vengeful wraith. Gone at that moment was the kind, gentle loving woman Michonne had come to care so much about.

"Don't go near her. Hey Glenn... Glenn, listen, do you still have those riot shields?"

Glenn, horrified by the image in front of him, spoke up. "Yeah, but why do we need one? It's Carol!"

"Listen boy, back away from here and go get one, now"

Glenn cautiously left the room, ran to get the shield and was back before a full minute had passed. He went to hand it to Martinez, but the man refused.

"You keep that, block the door. Whatever you do, don't let her out. Michonne, I'm going to try and talk her down, we need Daryl, but he's still out. Whatever you do, don't make any fast moves."

Michonne nodded and took up a position behind Martinez.

"Caro, remember, they're all dead. Every fucking one of them will die. You're home, Caro. Michonne is here, Daryl is here. You're home Caro."

Carol, her breath slowing, shook her head to clear it and spoke "Home. Daryl, Michonne. Home?"

"Yes, Caro, you're home. Let me help you, just like before. Daryl is fine, he's still sleeping, but Michonne and I will be here. Let me help you, Caro."

Carol, finally dropping the scalpel, gradually straightened. Martinez, walked softly over to her, opened the black bag and pulled out a needle. Carol, still not looking at anything, stood quietly as the man gave her the shot.

"Sleep, Caro. You need your strength so we can kill them. We'll stay here."

Carol allowed him to help her back to bed and promptly fell back to sleep.

"What the hell was that?" Glenn wanted to know.

"You don't know what's been done to her. For right now its best that only Michonne, Rick, I and Daryl, when he's ready, be with her. I will tell you that she loves you all, but now isn't the time to crowd her."

Glenn nodded that he understood, leaned the shield inside the cell and walked away.

"You know, the last thing she said before today was three names. Yours, Rick's and Daryl's. We'll get her through this, but it's not going to be easy. Don't let anyone, especially men, touch her. Don't let anyone into the cell and make sure she gets a shot of this every 4 hours. I need to talk to Rick. Do these cell's lock?"

Michonne, still reeling from Carol's display, "Yes they do. Glenn and Rick have keys. Should we lock us in?"

"I would, we have to keep her safe, but we also need to keep everyone else safe too. I'll be back." With that Martinez went to find Rick and to check on Daryl.

Michonne, sitting in a chair near the door, looked over Carols sleeping figure. "I vow to you, we'll kill them all."

-Darkest-

Bob was sitting at Daryl's side, he knew the others were handling Carol; she seemed to have gotten the worst of whatever hell they had endured. He had given the man something for pain and figured he would be out for hours.

Rick appeared at the cell door, his face hard emotions skittering right under the surface, "How is he?"

Bob sighed, "Broke the hell out of his ribs, I think his eye socket might be fractured. His cut up really bad, Carol's name is craved….."

Rick nodded, "Above his heart, Carol's got his."

Bob shook his head, "Jesus, what the hell did he do to them?"

Rick ran his hand over his face, "I don't know."

Rick's head snapped up at screaming coming from the direction of the cell that they had Carol in. He stepped out of the cell in time to see Glenn running, Rick yelled to him, "What's going on?"

Glenn shook his head, "She woke up, and we're trying to get her back to sleep."

Before Rick could answer he heard Bob, "Whoa, hold on there, everything's fine."

Rick turned around to see Daryl pulling himself off the bunk, weakly slapping at Bob's hand. Almost as if he heard Carol, he was trying to get to her, trying to protect her, even in his drug-induced sleep. Rick went over and put a hand on his shoulder, "Brother, we got her, she's fine."

Daryl shook his head, each breath, each word painful, but he had to get to her, "I need to be with 'er."

Rick saw the look in Daryl's eyes and he knew there would be no stopping him. He nodded, helping him up from the bunk. They could hear yelling coming from Carol's cell, then it stopped. It was a painfully slow walk toward her cell. Rick was blown away that Daryl was on his feet at all. Sweat was pouring from him and he grunted with even the smallest movement.

Martinez stepped outside of the cell and sighed when he saw Rick and Daryl heading toward him. "Damn it Desperado, what the fuck are ya doin'? I got her."

Daryl shook his head, "Need to be with her."

Martinez sighed, putting Daryl's arm over his shoulder mirroring Rick the three of the made it toward Carol's cell.

Michonne stood up when they hauled him into the cell. As soon as he was in Carol's line of sight, he pushed away from them and stumbled the last few steps toward her. Slowly falling on his knees he bit back a sob, gently running his hand over her face, "I'm here baby, just like I told ya. Ya rest now, I'll be here."

Daryl grunted as he leaned down, his ribs shooting pain through his body as he did, but he didn't stop. His chapped lips brushing her forehead.

Daryl sagged against the bunk, letting himself fall hard on his ass; he leaned against the bunk, his hand on top of hers. The small trip to her cell taking everything out of him, he was already fast asleep.

Rick scrubbed a hand over his face, "What the hell are we going to do?"

Michonne, Rick, and Martinez stood there staring at the battered couple. One thing was for sure, Daryl had just proven to them, NOTHING was going to keep them apart now.

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