Chapter 2: Shining Roses

"Justin?" Andrea came in to spot him playing with his knives.

She didn't know his actual name. No one did except his father and Milton. He changed his name to Justin because he's been through too much pain. He's experienced a different side of him.

Justin was the dark side of him and Wilmur was the loving and caring side. He changed to Justin after his little sister died. He was never Wilmur again since. His facial expression aren't even the same. Justin's face has a cold glare with a look of evil in his eyes. Wilmur's face has a caring expression with the look of love in his eyes

He could never be Wilmur again.

"What?"

Justin's voice isn't even the same as Wilmur's. Justin's voice has annoyance and coldness in his voice.

"I was just checking on you." She responded, causing him to scoff. She treated him like he's her son.

"Why? I'm not your son."

Andrea sighed and took a seat beside him. Her presence always annoyed Justin. He didn't like Andrea. He didn't like anyone at all. He's been through too much to care for someone again and Andrea was trying to help him care, but she can't. No matter how hard she tried, she can't help him care again. It's his choice and his choice only to decide to care for someone, but that'd be very hard. It'd have to be someone who would truly help and understand him, but he hasn't met a single person like that.

The two sit in awkward silence before Andrea mentioned something that Justin does not like to talk about. "Justin, I heard about Penny."

He flinched but barely. He always flinched a little at the mention of her name. It always reminded him that she's gone and she's never coming back...and he hated to think like that. He hated to think there's no one he loves left. The world has taken everything from him.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't." Justin interrupted as he looked back at his knife and began playing with it again.

"Your dad wants you." She said with a slight sense of fear in her voice.

She saw the way the Governor acted last night. He went completely insane and lost his mind. She didn't want Justin hanging around someone like that. She's scared that he'll do something to cause Justin harm.

"Why didn't you tell me that when you came in here instead of trying to give me a lecture." Justin said, getting up angrily and heading down to his father's office.

He didn't want to deal with his father right now. He just wanted to play with his knives and think. Think of whether he should leave this place or not. He didn't belong there. He was too different.

Once he stepped into his father's office, he immediately regretted it. He knew his father is was going to ask him to do something for him like he always does. Ever since Penny died, he always treated him like a servant.

"Alright, what do you want me to do?" Justin said, arms crossed.

The Governor chuckled and stood up, walking towards Justin slowly. "These people that attacked us..."

Here comes another attack.

"Took everything from us." The Governor continued. "They killed a lot of good people. So we-"

"I don't care." Justin interrupted.

The Governor ignored him and kept talking. He has no choice anyway. He's gonna have to do what his father told him to do whether he liked it or not.

He doesn't care what his father tells him to do though. He doesn't care if his father tells him to attack a bunch of people whose likely innocent. That's who Justin is. He doesn't care. He doesn't care about anyone, nor himself. He'll do what anyone told him to do without question unless it was something like a parent demand. If his father or someone else told him to go to his room, he wouldn't listen because he wasn't a child anymore.

"Well, you should. You're gonna have to help me give them what they deserve." The Governor replied.

"And what exactly do they deserve?" Justin said, the same glare staying visible in his crystal blue eyes.

"They killed good people, Justin. We can't just stand by and not do anything about it."

"It doesn't matter. Killing them won't bring them back. Killing Kevin didn't bring Penny back."

The Governor glared at the mention of his daughter. His youngest child. He knew Justin was just trying to push his buttons. He always makes his dad angry, but mentioning his daughter?

The Governor gave Justin his strict glare before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him close to face as he gritted his teeth together in rage. He was sick of his son arguing with him all the time. Of course, he didn't care when he ordered his son to kill or hurt someone, but when it came to helping around Woodbury, he always argued back.

"Listen, you're helping me, and you don't question it. Martinez and Milton wouldn't." The Governor growled.

His grip on Justin tightened as he gritted his teeth in his face. Every argument they had gotten in, it always ended with the Governor doing something bad to his son like threatening him or shoving him against the wall.

Justin yanked away from his father's grip and just glared like it was nothing. He wasn't scared of his father. His father didn't scare him at all. No matter how many times his father shoved him against the wall, he didn't scare him.

"Fine."

Justin's been storming around Woodbury angrily for the last two hours. He was frustrated with everyone and himself.

First, Andrea was trying to help him, then his father got all in his face, and then he's frustrated with himself. He's frustrated he doesn't get any happiness. The Governor gets everything he wanted. Why can't he? The Governor found love and he found a town. He knew the Governor doesn't care for Andrea or the town, but why can't Justin get any of it? And the Governor doesn't even have feelings either.

However, it was a good thing he didn't let the feelings in or it would shatter his heart because of his younger sister's and mother horrifying deaths. Then the Governor would end up scaring him nearly to death. All the feelings would break his heart.

"Justin." He heard Andrea call for him from behind.

The angry boy froze for a second before speeding up his pace. He really didn't want to hear a lecture right now. Every time Andrea talked to him, she lectured him about the shield around his heart he used to block out all the devasting feelings.

"Justin." Andrea said louder the second time.

Justin stopped and sighed with annoyance, turning around and walking to Andrea with his arms crossed and his fists bawled.

"What do you want?" He asked angrily, giving her a glare that caused her to stumble.

His glare and voice always made people stumble because it was so dark. It scared and shocked everybody because they had no idea a child could go so cold, but he wasn't a child. He was a shadow who had no feelings at all except anger and rage.

"What's your father doing?" Andrea asked, her hand draped over her hip.

Justin scoffed "Why do you care?"

"Because I do!" She snapped, but Justin doesn't care that she did.

She was frustrated because no one would tell her where the Governor was and what he was doing at the moment. She knew he was in Woodbury because a woman told her but she refused tell her where he was. She said he was too busy 'working.' And now Justin wasn't even telling her which made her more angry.

It was because of the people who attacked them who were from a prison. She used to be with them, but they basically left her behind with a samurai who became her best friend over time. They made it to Woodbury, but the samurai named Michonne was suspicious over something about the Governor and it made her leave and Andrea didn't go with her.

However, a group suddenly came and attacked them because the Governor was holding some of her ex-group members hostages which Justin and Andrea didn't know of. It was after the attack is when they figured it out. Andrea then later on figured out her friends were the ones who attacked them because they were trying to get their group members back.

Justin shrugged "I don't know." He said, turning around and walking away.

"Justin!" She said, and he turned around again, this time giving her a death glare.

Andrea scoffed, shaking her head and walking away, deciding not to say anything else. She wanted to help him but she really didn't feel like arguing with him at the moment

He sighed with relief with her presence gone before storming around angrily again as he got lost in his vengeful thoughts before his father called for him a few hours later. He growled in frustration and followed his father to a crowd filled with his army men and he was one of them.

His father handed him a machine gun which was fully loaded, nodding at him but Justin scowled at him. He gave him a stern glare with his now one eye while the other was demolished because Michonne stabbed him when she came back to Woodbury along with the prison people to get the Governor her revenge.

Justin looked back up at his father who was standing in front of all of them. His machine gun was held up in the air as he yelled at everybody, causing Justin to strengthen his glare.

"Alright, everybody listen up!" The Governor yelled. "We kill as many as we can! Don't take any surrenders! If all goes bad, we'll retreat! And remember, they attacked and killed our people! Don't you hesitate to show them how it felt! Any questions?!"

Justin looked at anyone who questioned what they're doing. All of the soldiers just gave the Governor their strong look as they stared upon their leader. He didn't care about if anyone would question what they were doing. He didn't care if they were surely die when they attack.

"Alright!" His father's yelled. "Let's roll!"

Justin just glared into the lifeless distance as he sat in the vehicle, laying in his thoughts. He wondered if Penny or his mother would want him doing this. But he didn't care. He just had to look for a way to block the pain. If he hadn't created the shield around his heart, he'd be depressed right now.

He leaned forward when he saw a prison in the distance, where the opposite group is staying. He can see people in the distance just standing around with armed weapons on them, but it doesn't scare him. They're outnumbered with both people and weapons. The walkers they have in their truck and the bullets they have in their guns would destroy them. Which is why Justin was thinking of his sister and mother.

He knew his mother and sister wouldn't be proud of him, but he wasn't proud of himself either. It was his fault his sister died. How could it get any worse then that? He's already done too many unforgivable things. Doing another evil favor for his dad couldn't make it any worse. Penny and his mother already weren't proud of him.

Justin snapped out of his thoughts when they pull in front of the fences of the prison.

"Let's do this." Martinez said, getting out of the vehicle.

Justin sat for a moment before looking out the window and making his final decision. He stepped out of the vehicle and grabbed his machine gun, reloading and turning the safety off again. He was taught how to shoot when he was twelve. When he met Kevin. Before he and Kevin were in love. He was the one who taught him how to shoot. They shot in the middle of a huge field. Even though it helped him survive, he regretted letting Kevin teach him. He'd rather die than see his face again.

"Get ready." His father warned, but not to him. His father doesn't care for him.

The young teen sighed and held up his machine gun, his finger preparing to pull the trigger. He knew as soon as the first bullet would be fired, thousands of bullets would. Many of their members would die because they had no idea how to shoot a gun while the prison did but he didn't care. He didn't care about anybody in Woodbury, not even his own father.

As soon as the first bullet it fired, Justin immediately started pulling his trigger.

All that's heard is gunshots and the distant yelling and screaming.

Justin turned around to see a man outside the fences shooting at them. Justin sighed with frustration and turned to start shooting at him along with Martinez. He ended up getting knocked down, but not by the bullets. He aimed toward the ground where the man was trying to hide behind the tall grass by the small bridge and fired, but the man kept dodging and rolling.

"I'll take care of him!" Martinez yelled.

Justin spunned around and started shooting at three people hiding behind the prison fences across the huge prison field. One of them had blonde hair, another had short brown hair, and the last one had a hat on. The one with the hat on was a kid. He could tell by his short and scrawny figure.

He aimed at the one with the hat on since he was the easiest target. As soon as he started shooting at him, the boy turned around to see him shooting, but quickly dodged his bullets.

The prison were short on people and ammo, but they sure did know how to fight. Unlike his team, a lot of them don't know what they're doing. There's a slight chance his team could lose to their team if they didn't wise up and start shooting right.

Despite their number of weapons and people, they were weak.

Suddenly, everything fell silent after the endless gunfire; besides the Governor playing around with his gun, but everything else was silent.

Justin turned his head when he heard an engine noise growing louder and louder.

A truck suddenly came in his vision and busted through the prison's gates and stopped in the middle of their field. He can hear his dad chuckle when the truck opened and let the walkers out. Justin turned his head and glared at his dad. He doesn't care they're killing people, but it's not funny when people die. It certainly wasn't when Penny died. Kevin laughed when she got bit.

"Hershel! Get out of there!" He heard the same man outside the fences yell.

Justin turned around again and started shooting at him, but ran out of ammo after twenty or thirty bullets.

"Let's get out of here." His father said through his chuckling.

Justin shook his head as he glared at his evil father.

"What?" His father said when he noticed the angry look on his son's face.

"That's not funny!"

"Why do you care?" He asked.

Justin's angry look turns into a glare. A cold-hearted glare.

"I don't. But I'm not evil like you are!"

His father threw his arms up in the air in frustration. "It doesn't matter if I'm evil or not! They attacked us!"

"Uh-correction. You took two of their people hostage." Justin corrected.

"It doesn't matter!" The Governor yelled. "Why do you care anyway?"

Justin scoffed. "I told you. I don't."

"Then let's go."

Justin shook his head in anger as he scoffed, putting his gun up and opening the car door, but it's too late to get in when his ankle got shot.

He yelped in pain and fell to the ground clutching his foot, trying to stop the bleeding. He could see the bullet buried in his ankle. He could see some of his bone showing as it swelled. He hissed when his fingers brused against it. It wasn't his first time he got shot. He got shot in the leg by Kevin and then shot again by someone else after he killed him, but he didn't know who. It took him weeks to heal.

When he looked up, all the vehicles are driving off, leaving him behind. The glare on his face hardened, his expression growing angrier and angrier until his veins are boiling hot.

When he tried to stand up, he fell again due to his injured ankle. However, the second time he tried, someone grabbed him from behind and yanked him back harshly as he heard his growls rippling past his teeth while he was held in a firm grip.

"You're not going anywhere!" Yelled a boy's voice.

He yanked away from the tight grip and quickly turned around to see the same boy with the sheriff hat, only the badge was ripped off.

He glared at the strange boy straight through his light blue, lifeless and vengeful eyes as he took a menacing step toward him, observing his appearance. His hair was brown and slightly longer than most boys hair are. His cheeks had a tad bit of a rose color on it like his but his was slowly fading away. They young, teenage boy had the same expression in his eyes as Justin's such as pain, darkness, and hopelessness.

The two boys glare at each other, not showing any fear. Justin could tell the boy was strong from being put through everlasting pain which had shattered his damaged heart to pieces by looking in his light blue eyes.

"Hands up." A pistol from a man was suddenly pressed against the back of Justin's head.

Justin scoffed in annoyance, still glaring at the teenage boy as he moved his hands above his head. "Happy?"

"Shut up." The distrustful man replied, looking above Justin's shoulder to look at his son who was wearing the sheriff hat. "Carl, go."

"But, Dad-" Carl tried to say but his father cut him off.

"Don't argue. Go."

Carl scoffed, shooting Justin one last death glare before storming back inside the fences of the prison with his fists clenching from anger.

Justin eyes darted to the father who had a beard. The father of Carl's eyes was filled with rage, anger, and frustration just like Carl's was, only Carl had a powerful shield blocking the pain out of his emotions unlike his father who was miserable and weak.

"How many walkers have you killed?" The father of Carl asked.

"What?"
"How many?"
"Too many to count. Why?"
"How many people have you killed?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"How many?"
"Three."
"Why?"

Justin gave the father of Carl a deadly glare. He couldn't allow himself to tell them about the third person he killed. He couldn't tell about what happened and what he did the Kevin after he killed his younger sister so horribly and horrifically because he couldn't know about what changed his heart.

"Two of them tried to kill me."

The father of Carl shook his head, scoffing. "And the other one?"

"I'm not talking about that one." Justin replied.

The father of Carl leaned closer to his face, glaring deadly. "I have to know."

"Well, too bad cause' I'm not telling you. You can put your gun to me, but that won't make me tell you."

The father of Carl looked at everyone else around him before looking back to him, clicking the safety on his pistol. "Alright fine. Have it your way, but we're gonna get it outta you. Now move."

Justin just obeyed and moved and looked to the side to see Merle. He was standing next to his younger brother named Daryl, laughing at him. Justin puts his middle finger up to him that made him laugh harder like he's drunk.

He rolled his eyes and held his hands up and kept walking. When he got inside the gates of prison, he looked to the side again to look at Carl.

The boy was sitting on a bench, head bowed down.

Justin bended his head to see if he's crying. It's not that he cared, he just wanted to see the pain he's been put through. It would be rare to find people like Justin. An ex-boyfriend posts rumors about you around school, who kills your sister, and then he tried to kill you. And then your father treated you like your nothing.

Maybe Carl didn't experience all the pain Justin's been through, but maybe he's experienced terrible pain no one should be put through too.

He didn't care for him or that he's been through pain, too, he just wondered if there's other people like him.

But deep inside, he really cared for Carl.

He really does.