Summary: When circumstances change, so do people. The group has grown closer, but when strangers threaten and bonds are broken. Will this group make or break?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my three characters :)
She watched him.
From the separate hours he entered her room to the times he lingered outside her window. She didn't say a word, just observed him from her place on the mattress. He had bandaged her wound nicely, he didn't bother to spark a conversation with her either. He knew that she would only be enraged more if he did, she knew she would hit him any first chance she got.
She could hear him down the hall. He was muttering loudly to himself, the scratches of pencil on paper occasionally drowning him out. She wondered what drove her brother to this strange behaviour, she knew it was because of that woman but she wondered why. She felt sympathy for him, until she realised that this was her captor.
Her eyes narrowed in anger.
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"...He use ta terrorise 'em, always cut off a head 'n brought it back ta tha group"
"Sounds like an awful bastard" Rivers remarked, filling the silence between the group.
He was being restrained against the wall, Beth and Carol was holding onto both him and Michonne. While Rick had a firm grip of Glen.
"It seems ah dun 'ave many fans 'ere" Merle chortled, earning glares from everyone in the group.
"Shut it" Daryl hissed.
Merle rolled his eyes, he glanced at Rivers. "Damn straight he's a cruel 'alf breed" He spat.
"Half breed?" Carol questioned, her eyes furrowed and she loosened her grip on Michonne.
"Yep, tha 'alf cast is both Buffalo Jockey 'n Sherlock Homes" Merle clarified. Daryl cleared his throat in subtle embarrassment from his brother. Rivers' ears perked at the statement, he frowned with deep thought.
"You wouldn't know what this 'Shotty's real name is, would you?" He asked. Beth seemed to think he wasn't a threat anymore, she stepped away from him and earned a grateful smile from Rivers.
"Naw, he never told us. His wife use ta call him Shotty so we all did too" Merle answered. Rivers relaxed at the word 'wife' and Merle narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Why? Ye thank ye migh' know 'im?" He asked.
"I thought I might have, but it isn't possible and you said he has a wife" Rivers shook his head with relief.
"Had" Merle corrected.
"Had?" Rick frowned.
"His wife died not too long afta they joined us, he went off tha railings afta that" Merle shook his head.
"So what could he possibly want with Stone?" Rick asked, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Wha' do ye thank cruel sonofabitches wan' wit sweet pieces of ass like her?" Merle taunted. Daryl stiffened and Merle sent him a wry grin, "Sorry thar liddol brudder" He snickered. Daryl gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the way the group stared at him.
"But what else could make her valuable" Carol asked, Rivers didn't miss the slight sneer. "Other than sex that is" She added quickly.
"Its a wonder ya'll survived this long." Merle snapped, "She knows tha way 'round this hell hole, 'course she's valuable"
"She would never give in" Glen pitched in, "She was willing to take a bullet to make sure they didn't know we were in the prison"
"Tha Governor 'as got 'is ways China" Merle informed, he made a expression close to a grimace. "Ah wouldn't wan' ta be 'er righ' now" He added.
The group stiffened.
"So how are we going to get her back? The front area is filling up with walkers, we don't know if that psycho's men are out there and she's inside of Woodbury" Rivers complained, he grabbed a fistful of hair with frustration.
"The real question is-" Rick started, he turned angrily to Merle. "Why the hell did you let this 'Shotty' take her."
"Me?"
"You said yourself that you saw him take her, just as we were about to leave Woodbury" Rick argued.
Angry sets of eyes turned towards Merle, he backed up and Rivers couldn't control himself from lunging forward. He grabbed a fistful of Merle's shirt only to be ripped away and slammed up against the wall.
"How could you?" He shouted.
Beth placed a hand over his mouth, allowing Merle to reply.
"Ya'll probably won't like me any better when ah tell ya." Merle remarked, "Buh tha bitch was askin' fer it"
It was Daryl's turn to grab Merle. He shoved him against the wall, his hunting knife was out of its sheath and was held against Merle's neck.
"How could she be askin' fer a death sentence?" He snarled. He was all too aware of the silence in the room.
"Tha bitch nearly broke ma nose, not ta mention nearly gutted me open" Merle argued lamely. Daryl scoffed and pushed his knife into Merle's neck.
"Well brudder, ye jus' earned a ticket ta help me find 'er" Daryl snapped.
"When did ye git so clingy wit girls Daryl?" Merle snickered.
Daryl pulled his knife away and shoved Merle in the chest. "Ye ain't ta bad talk 'er again, ya hear?" He sneered.
"Alrigh' liddol brudder" Merle winked at him cheekily.
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Stone lent against the window, she was blowing fray strands of hair from her face while she let her fingers dance over the window. The pain in her leg had died long ago, Oliver had stopped coming in and she still hadn't eaten a thing. She hummed to herself, ignoring the loud growl of her stomach and the clench of hunger that haunted it. She watched the leaves flutter in the window and a blonde lady pass-
Her hum ceased and she got as close to the window as she could. She narrowed her eyes, she wondered if she was hallucinating or not. There was another flash of blonde hair, before a woman came forward with a man with brown hair following her. She squinted to see better and she automatically recognised the face.
She slipped her arm through the bars, allowing herself to bang against the window.
"ANDREA!" She shouted, her hands thumped against the window loudly. "Andrea!"
Her bangs increased in volume and rhythm, she was screaming by the time Andrea looked up and Oliver was barging through the door. Andrea frowned as she looked at the window, her head tilted to the side as she checked out the house. She stepped forward only to be pulled back by the brunette male.
"No!" Stone screamed as Oliver placed a hand over her mouth and restrained her.
Andrea stepped away, her steps faltering in suspicion.
"Shut the fuck up!" Oliver snarled, his hand pressed painfully into her jaw.
She lashed out, it was her second chance at freedom and she wasn't missing it. She bit down hard on his finger, letting her teeth sink into his finger as blood poured into her mouth. He roared in pain, releasing her from her hold and holding his hand to his chest.
Stone rushed forward, throwing herself against the bars and screaming out for her lost friend.
"Andrea! Please!" She shouted.
Andrea glanced at the window only to pulled to the side. The brunette whispered into her ear and she walked away from sight.
"Andrea!" She screamed again. "Andr-"
Oliver grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Her skull connected with the ground, a large echoing sick thud filled the room. She saws stars as he brought his foot down on her, he pressed it onto her throat and she writhed beneath it. She choked out, her strangled cries filling the room. Her hands desperately grabbed at his calf, inching its way up his leg until they reached his knee.
She looked into his eyes, she couldn't see her brother. She could see an angry deranged man, his eyes were darken with anger and he was lost from the world. His face was a distorted sham of her once care-free brother. He was past saving, a wild insane grin stretched across his lips.
She grabbed at his knee cap, remembering that his left kneecap was weak from his several injuries as a child. He was too busy pressing into her throat to noticed her pushing at his kneecap with both hands. She felt his kneecap weaken and he did too, his eyes flickered with surprise before she pushed it hard and it dislodged from the groove on his thigh bone.
He howled in pain, releasing her throat and stumbling to the ground. Stone spluttered from the new space, she grabbed at her throat and willed more air down it. Her eyes connected with the open door and she rose to her feet, inching towards it.
Oliver's face flashed with pain and anger. He reached into his boot and grabbed the knife from his ankle sheath. His hands flashed out, he grabbed her wounded leg and pressed his knife into her fresh wound. She cried out in pain, her eyes watered and she also fell to the ground with pain.
He pulled her backwards, her legs scraped against the uneven wood causing her wound to deepen. She was turned onto her back and Oliver swung his fist into her face, the remnants of his blood poured from her mouth and stained the front of her shirt. He swung at her again and again, her lip split and her mouth leaked with fresh blood. She felt her head grow dizzy from the punches and his hands grew slacker.
With blurry determination she pulled her leg up, taking aim before slamming it into his face. He dropped her wounded leg, he clutched his newly broken nose and growled in anger. She swung at him again, pushing hard into his chest until he fell flat on his back. She scrambled forward and pounced on him, beating down on his face with both fists. She gave him one last punch to the face before digging into his belt and retrieving two items.
He sprung up and got hold of her unharmed leg, she spun around and he stopped immediately.
"Enough" She snapped, she was holding his pistol and it was aimed at his head. "I won't hesitate to pull the trigger Oliver" She warned.
Oliver looked at her in shock, after his rage induced attack, he could finally see what he did to her.
"Lola.." He whispered.
Stone shook her head quickly, "No" She whispered.
Sorry for the short chapter, I hope you enjoy this although. HOW AMAZING WAS TONIGHTS EPISODE? WOO!
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