Well..it was about time that those people come together. As I said I am not going with the plot and from here on I can finally write about everyone together. So...I guess I do like the idea that our Saints are superheros ;)

I'm no hero guilty as charged

Terminus

He could feel his mouth go dry from the gag in it. His hands started to get numb behind his back and he couldn't feel his knees anymore. He could see how the others struggled too, how Rick got punched in the face and how Bob tried to convince their punishers that mankind should be together in this. He could see Rick turning his head to face him. A silent promise. A silent "sorry" and yet there was nothing to be sorry about. They would fight together and they would die together. They had come so far. After everything that happened to their group. After nearly two years together he knew that they could rely on each other. That Rick was like a brother to him. Just as Rick had said it some nights ago.
He tried to catch a glimpse on Carl but couldn't really see how the kid was doing. Daryl was getting angry. Why the hell would humans be so cruel? They saw it in the past month and he never will understand it. He was silently hoping for a miracle that made them get out of this situation. But he knew that there was no god he could pray to or an angel that would save them. There was no such thing as miracles, no superheros and no hope. There would never be a way out when they couldn't talk this group out of whatever they wanted to do to them.

Two days earlier

"Aye Murph, look at this." Connor pointed to the place that calls itself Terminus. They had seen the signs everywhere and they wanted to see if this place was better than Woodbury or if their leader was a selfish, egoistic bastard too. They could see four figures standing in a circle, surrounded by other humans with weapons in their hands. "Were they bitten?", Murphy asked. "I don't know. I can't see any wounds or how they move. But from what I can see I would say those are humans." Both looked a bit more and checked their surroundings. Everywhere around the fence that was built around the area were people with guns. All pointing at those four figures. One of them a women, two men and a kid. "We should check out what is going on here Conn. I don't trust people anymore." Connor looked at his brother. "Aye", he nodded. After two years of fighting humans and corpses. After seeing evil in everything he hardly believed in good things anymore. His rosary felt like a burden and yet something was always pushing him to go further. To try another direction, find people, help them. It was hope that kept him sane and which made him still care for his brother. Which lead them here. Hope to find shelter in a storm. A piece of heaven in hell. Because he was sure this was hell. He was waiting for a miracle. A sign. Just something to hold on to.
Murphy watched the scene in front of them. They were hiding behind trees and bushes, checking out what this Terminus was. He tried to hear something they were screaming down there but he couldn't understand a single word. He just saw one of the group move. One after one they moved into the direction of a train wagon. The one with the dark clothes and something that looked like angel wings on his back moved his face to the trees and both brothers froze. "Murph?" "I know Conn. Did you see his FUCKING FACE?", Murphy nearly screamed. Connor nodded. Still staring at the scenery when all four were already inside the wagon. They needed to be in there. They needed to save them. There was his sign.
"Do you feel this too?", Connor whispered. "We need to save them", Murphy replied.
They looked at each other and knew. Suddenly everything made so much more sense. They were already going into the other direction when they saw the Terminus signs and somehow they knew they had to go there even if it felt wrong. Even if the place made both of them feel uncomfortable. "Well lil' brother o' mine. Guess it's time for a plan again." Connor smiled and ruffled his brothers hair and they walked back to their hideout. They had found some empty houses and were sleeping in one of the carhouses. Murphy looked from his brother to his feet a several times until he finally said: "Why did he have my face?" Connor sighed. "I have not a single clue. Maybe he is our brother? Who knows wha' dad did all those years."
"He would have told us."
Connor shook his head and shrugged. He had no idea but they needed to find out.

Back at their hideout they sat and smoked, drank the last booze they had found in one of the houses and looked at each other. For a while they were silent and both thinking of that man with Murphy's face. And somehow Connor felt uncomfortable with the knowledge that there is a guy with his brothers features. With the same smile, the same eyes. He needed to see him again. Maybe they just saw something that wasn't there. Maybe they were both too exhausted and the guy really had another face.
"So what do we do?", Murphy asked "we can't just walk in there."
"Listen. That's what we are gonna do." Connor started explaining the whole plan and Murphy just looked at him as if Connor was insane.
He stood up and started biting on his thumb... "Are you trying to kill us on purpose?"
Connor laughed. "Have a lil' faith in me bother of mine."
"Faith? Seriously?" Murphy rolled his eyes and then sighed. "Then lets do it. We are pretty much dead already anyways."

Terminus

Rick looked at the door in front of them, Daryl looked at Rick to get is attention. They were still gagged and their hands were still tied up. When his friend looked at him he tried to ask him questions by moving his head towards the door. "What is going on?"
Rick shrugged. "I don't know." The guards that were supposed to look after them ran into the other room. Gunshots.
They could hear them before they could see them. They heard gunshots and a lot of yelling. Then it was quiet and there were two voices simultaneously screaming prayers and psalms. What on earth was going on now? "And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal."
Then it was quiet again and they could hear them speak. And it sounded like a prayer again. Two last gunshots. Then the door was opened and two guys came in. Both wearing black pea coats, boots, jeans. Both skinny as hell and with their hair standing in every possible direction. One with their back to them, the other looking in every direction. Both carrying a pair of barrettas with silencers in their hands. Slowly turning from one side to the other to check their surroundings. When they didn't see anyone one of them started to free them while the other watched the doors. When he turned around Daryl looked at him in surprise and then back to the other guy. The Saints. He was hoping for superheros. And all he got was those two religious idiots. He sighed. Great.
When the one who had a normal face and not one that was stolen was next to him he said: "Well you my friend need to explain where you got that face. Is there a market for pretty faces and ya decided to get my bro's?" He smiled.
Daryl closed his eyes. Excellent. Irish fuckface. Irish potatoehead. Irish..FUCK!
Both Irishmen helped them up and then looked around for weapons which were, gladly, in the same room. "Thank you two. Are you alone?" Rick spoke.
"Aye. Me an' Murph' saw yeh being captured two days ago and figured that this place is bad and ya' needed help. Plus that guy has me brothers face", Connor pointed at Daryl. Which made everyone look at Daryl and at Murphy. Surprise all over their faces.
"We need to rescue the rest of us", they are still trapped in the train wagons", Rick managed to interrupt the stares.
"Aye. Grab your weapons and get the fuck outta here. We shot everyone we saw and killed the guards around the fences last night. But wouldn't be surprised if there were others." Connor started running outside, well aware of the fact that the others might be slower as him. They were probably tortured for several hours. He shot two guys that were guarding the wagons. Daryl shot the third one. "Nice shot Robin Hood."
Daryl ignored that freak and ran beside him. After him came Rick, Carl, Bob, Michonne and then the other Irish clown. After him he saw Glenn and Maggie.
While the Irishmen was opening the first wagon he ran to the second one and everyone else was securing the area. They freed everyone and then made their way out of this place. There was no time to talk or to look at everyone. Connor just needed to get them out of this place first. They made sure they grabbed all weapons and ran into the woods. No one talking at all. Not even the twins. They only looked at each other and smiled. Both of them glad that they made it out alive, again.
Another impossible mission made possible by pure luck and faith.