I'm posting sooner then I planned from the demands and threats I got. So here you go. Keep in mind things can't all wrap up in one chapter though and we have some big stuff coming.
Daryl felt pain lance through his head trying to force his eyes open. Opening his eyes he blinked heavily and tried to bring his hand up to soothe the pain he felt in his head. Snapping his eyes down he frowned at the ropes around his wrist binding him to the chair. Jerking his wrist frantically he felt them bite into him painfully and growled deeply.
"Motherfucker!" He hissed through painfully clinched teeth.
Looking up at the sound of a deep chuckle he finally registered where he was at and felt his breathing kick into over drive. He closed his eyes to the painful memories that ripped through his body unwanted. He could smell blood in the air and felt sick to his stomach, he wasn't sure if it was his or if his mind was playing tricks on him. He wanted to open his eyes to assure himself that he wasn't really where he thought he was.
"I was beginning to wonder when you were gonna wake up boy." David spoke stepping out of the shadow of the door.
Daryl opened his eyes looking to where the last place he seen had actually seen the man. The scene was almost the same except his mother wasn't there. He let out a breath of relief that Carol wasn't there. He could take anything this man had to dish out as long as Carol was safe. His life didn't matter as long as this motherfucker never got to her, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that once they realized he was gone they'd keep Carol safe.
Daryl brought his eyes up meeting the same cold blue eyes that had haunted his dreams for his entire life. He didn't back down from his seething gaze but instead returned ten fold. David gave him a sick smile and shook his head stepping in the room more.
"How long you think it will take them to find you boy?" David questioned with amusement lacing his voice. David stepped directly in front of him almost touching him. Leaning down he grabbed Daryl by the jaw and angled his face towards him. Daryl snarled and jerked his head back from his grasp.
David walked around behind him and pushed his head forward baring his neck to him. "You always had that light birthmark on your neck. I wondered if it faded in time..." David snapped out.
Daryl looked over his shoulder at the man. There was something else in his voice, something he hadn't heard in a long time. Something he had only ever heard one other time, the night his mother died. Breathing heavily through his nose he looked at the man, "What the fuck is this about?"
David looked at him for a minute and squatted, "I wonder will it be Merle, Norm...no no maybe Will that finds you?" Rubbing his scruff he eyed Daryl and looked around the room. "Seems fitting finishing this here. Almost like we come full circle."
"So you're here to finish what you started all those years ago?" Daryl snapped harshly, chest heaving. Images of his brother, Norm, and Will kept flashing through his head. Even Stacey and the niece or nephew he was never going to get to meet. Mostly though his heart thundered painfully, so painfully for Carol. The thought of never seeing her again, of holding her again. Of everything Carol made him so sick to his stomach he felt like he was going to black out.
"No. I just want you to understand." David's voice was enraged. "You were so fuckin' young then...but that bitch." He stood up abruptly running his hands through his hair frantically. Muttering to himself he began to pace. Daryl watched him for so long he began to feel dizzy, he was pretty sure he had a concussion. If the way his head felt, he was sure it was going to be a bad one.
"If you want me to understand...then fuckin' saying something." Daryl looked up meeting his eyes again. David's gaze burned across Daryl with so much hate that he felt it like an actual slap to the face.
"You're mother was nothing but a goddamned whore. Nothing. Just a lying whore." Walking back to the door he looked out and shut it before coming back them.
Daryl immediately felt the loss of the cool breeze that had been pulling through the room, feeling sweat roll down his back soaking through his shirt. Looking down at the sting at his arms from the rope he slowly started trying to work them free while David paced.
David looked at Daryl, "Which one those bastards took you in when things went to hell?"
Daryl snorted and looked at him, "What the fuck does that matter?"
"IT FUCKING MATTERS!" David shouted slamming his hands down on the arms of the chair just by Daryl's bound wrist.
Daryl to his credit didn't flinch from the man but instead laughed. "Your own fuckin' dad done a better job than you in one month than you could in fifteen fuckin' years." Ice would have been surprised at how cold his voice was.
David stood back up blowing out a breath nodding his head. He looked momentarily shocked at the chill in Daryl's voice and the low tone. "Sound just like goddamned Will." he growled.
Daryl watched something flash across the man's face but it was gone before he could really analyze it. Daryl's eyes landed on the dark stain in the wood from where his mother had layed, and felt his chest tighten painfully. Renewing his efforts against the ropes he watched David for any sign he knew what he was up to. He could feel the knife heavy against his lower back still sheathed in it's holster on his belt, if he got free he could end this before the man got to whatever he was working up to.
thewalkingdead
Norm stormed straight into Daryl's moving fast. Something was wrong and he hoped, no he prayed for everything he was worth and even his own life that Daryl was okay. Bursting through the door Stacey yelped on the couch looking at him wide eyed from his sudden appearance.
"Where are the boys?" Norm's eyes were Will.
Will turned his attention to the man swatting Carol's hands away from his bloodied lip as she tried to clean him up. "Merle went to see if Daryl was at the shop. Had a run in with David." There was a undercurrent of rage begging to bubble to the top and Norm could see that he was barely holding it back if only for Carol and Stacey's sake.
"Does anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?" Carol barked suddenly.
Both men's eyes snapped onto her and widened fractionally. Norm wasn't sure what to tell her, he didn't know himself and wouldn't till Merle got back. Before he got a chance to speak Will stood up and looked down at her.
"David took Daryl." His voice was so low and dangerous it had the hair raising on Norm's arms and neck.
Carol choke slightly and stumbled back towards the counter looking at Will with pleading eyes, "No!" Shaking her head she looked over at Norm, "You gotta go get him."
Will stepped in front of her claiming her attention, "I will."
Norm watched his son and knew that whatever came from this night, one way or another a Dixon was being buried. He just hoped it wasn't Daryl that they put in the ground.
They all looked towards the door at the sound of a vehicle pulling up. No less than a minute later Merle burst through the door slamming it in to the wall. He was breathing heavily and pale. He looked around frantically as if he wasn't sure where he was before his eyes landed on Carol, "I'm so sorry. He..he was gone when I got there."
Will whipped around and stalked towards him, "Was there nothing there?"
Merle shook his head, "Nothing I could see."
Will shook his head at Norm and made his way towards the door. Norm's hand flashed out grabbing him by the arm, "Do you know where he'd take him? Or what he wants?"
Will met his eyes and Norm swallowed heavily, "We both fuckin' know what this is about. Should have done something about it all those years ago. I'll finish it." Jerking his arm away from his father Will jumped down from the porch and raced towards his bike while Norm's eyes burned into the retreating form of his son.
thewalkingdead
Will raced towards his bike mind humming with the thought that Daryl was in danger. He knew that in part this was all his fault, had he not lashed out at the hospital David might have left him alone. Might have never made a move against him, hell he might have just brought it to Will himself. But that was a lot of if and if he was honest with himself he knew that his brother was a bastard. Nothing more than that.
He felt his throat constrict at the thoughts of what David was possibly doing to the boy all over again. He knew that he had suffered through his youth and he'd never forgive himself for not being there to stop it. He didn't know till it was to late and by then Emma was dead too. Breathing heavily he turned on the street that led to the shop and almost layed the bike over and slid out.
Will pulled up at the shop and moved towards Daryl's truck. It was left just how Merle found it except now the engine was cut off and the door shut. Runnind his hand across the door he leaned his forehead against the window praying he was right.
Will's mind race hoping he was right about what David would do. If he was right it and David had done like their childhood when they were still close then this would give him what he needed. That was the only glimmer of hope he had in this self created hell he was exiled too.
Taking in a deep breath he blew heavily on the window watching as it fogged. His eyes sparked slightly on a smudge and he blew again, taking in another deep breath he blew even heavier watching as David's message was revealed to him.
Scrawled sloppily like when they were children and leaving secret messages around the house for each other were David's directions for him.
come & get him, if you want him.
senoia
Will snarled and slammed his hand into the window wiping away the message. Storming to his bike like the devil himself had sent him on a message he kick started it and felt the thundering bike roar to life under him. He wasn't that far away and if he pushed it he could get there in under and hour. The sooner the better it was untelling what David was doing to him or saying.
Wills mind was so focused on getting to David's old home before he went to prison that he didn't bother let the other's know where he was going. Not even so much as an after thought was spent on calling for help. He had made a vow that he would end this not only to himself, not just Norm, but to Emma. He wouldn't let David do this to him.
He'd pull him from this hell and hope to god it wasn't to late. He'd do everything in his power and be goddamned if that boy lost everything again. He'd make sure that this wouldn't ruin the rest of his life, he'd make sure that Carol was there. She would be able to keep him from sinking into himself like he knew that he was going to.
Before the night was over Will knew there were going to be some hard truths to face and he wanted more than anything to just rip David limb from limb. He had never hated someone with so much fire and passion. From so deep in his bones and soul. How could a man that was supposed to be his twin be such a cowardly bastard.
Will's thought raced father then his bike down the interstate. His breathing kicked up and thundered just as loud as the bike as the blood roared through his ears. He was on a timeline here and the clock was counting down. Daryl hung in the balance.