"You don't get to order me around little girl. I don't give a fuck what you say. I am going, there is no way in hell that I'm just gonna let you walk out of here all willy nilly. I am not gonna let you get our people killed. Fuck that and fuck you." Shane spit out at me as he got in my face. His body bowed up like he was ready for a fight at any moment.
He tried really hard to intimidate me. I mean really, he tried. If I could give grades he would get an "A+" for effort, but a "F" for follow-through.
I swear this guy is bad news and I can feel it in my bones. It may not be today or even this year but he was going to get these people killed.
As he stood there all bowed up and cocky he forgot about something. Something he was about to sorely regret.
Literally and figuratively.
I reared my knee up hitting him square in the groins. He knelt over in pain and in that second my first found his face with a satisfying crunch, I sent him flying backwards towards the ground.
A lunged for him, on top of him in a second, and my favorite knife against his throat. A huge smile spread across my face as I stared down into his eyes. I haven't had a good fight in a while. I loved putting assholes in their places.
Speaking of. Daryl needed rescuing. Suppose I better wrap this up.
"Firstly, don't ever fucking talk to me that way again. Understand? Secondly, If I had wanted to kill you all, I could have. So again, back the fuck off my dick. Trust me when I say that you don't wanna get in a pissing contest with me. Mine is much bigger and I always win." I said as I pressed the knife harder on his throat. Not even to cut him, not yet.
"Fuck you." He spat out at me.
"Fuck me?" I asked incredulously. The balls on this guy. Either he was just stupid... or... Well, just stupid it seems.
I reared my other arm back and elbowed him in the crouch. He screamed in pain before Rick pulled me off of him, taking advantage of my momentary lapse of focus.
I dropped my knife in surrender, no point in picking a fight with these people. The only one I wanted to hurt was currently curled up in a little ball.
I made my point, now I just needed to not get shot.
"Are you done?" Rick asked me. His gun pointed at my head.
"Yea. I am." I curtly responded as I lowered my eyes to Shane's body. You could tell he was in pain and humiliated.
I would say this would teach him a lesson but honestly, I think he's just too stupid to learn.
Shane looked up at Rick anger in his eyes. "What are you doing? Shoot this bitch!" He spat out.
Rick looked from me to Shane and then back to me.
"You! How are we supposed to trust you if go about attacking our people!" He said, exasperation in his voice.
He then turned towards Shane and let me tell you if looks could kill.
"And You! How can I trust you to lead our people if all you do is antagonize everyone!" Shane looked up at Rick, disbelief, and anger showing on his face.
"Rick I-" Rick shook his head before cutting Shane off mid-sentence.
"No. Don't try to make excuses, she is not the first person you have pissed off and I am more than confident that she won't be the last. I have been back for less than 2 months and I have put out more fires for you than I can count!"
Rick turned on me again. I took a step backward out of reflex, but instead of seeing anger on his face, he was calm. Quiet.
"Can we trust you?" he asked.
All that anger he had towards Shane was gone.
No not gone. Hidden. Shoved away.
He wasn't angry with me, it was Shane.
Something was wrong with the two of them. Something about them being around each other just gave me some seriously bad vibes.
"I Promise Rick. I will find your guy, dead or alive. I know what it's like to be manipulated and lied to. I know what it's like to put your life in someone else's hands and I promise, nothing that I do, will ever, bring any of you to harm if I can help it." I said as I looked him in the eyes.
I could see for just a second, relief. Then he was stone-cold hard again. The sheriff, the leader. He could never relax.
"Fine, you go alone. We will give you a day. If you are not back by sundown then we will send a search party out for you." He said.
I could hear the hidden warning in the message. If I didn't return then I was going to be hunted. He was taking a risk letting me go, I'm sure he is just as worried as his 'friend' Shane is. If not more so than he.
"I understand." With that, I bent down and picked up my knife, threw my backpack over my shoulder, and began to walk off, following the tracks.
Daryl was not going to be an easy person to follow. He walked light on his feet. He knew how to track and to avoid detection.
This was going to be a long night.