Scars (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

||Chapter Thirty||

||Chapter Thirty||

||Avery's POV||

My eyes drooped as the needles pinched my skin. I wanted to cry so bad, but I couldn't. There was no reason to. I knew that this was going to happen so there was no reason to feel sorry for myself. Nothing could have stopped it. I guess you could call it destiny.

"I'm so sorry, Avery. If I was the Governor I wouldn't make you do this. I would at least try to listen. I mean, I get why he's so worked up. There's a chance that there could be a cure to this thing. There wouldn't be anymore lost lives or death. Avery, do you know how happy this world would be if we could actually extract a cure from you?" Milton leaned in closer to my face and whispered,"Now tell me, Avery, would you sacrifice your life to save all the others including the Governor despite all the nasty and horrible things they've done?"

I took in a deep breath and just stared into his blue eyes. He waited for an answer as the tension grew more intense. I couldn't catch my breath before I finally spit out,"Yes."

Milton sat back in his seat and looked at my bonds and then back at me. "Well, you deserve to live more than anyone here. Your life is the most precious on this earth. You will be the last one standing, Avery.

He was right. If I didn't have anymore encounters with walker bites or natural causes, I'm going to be the last one alive. Not even Daryl will make it to the end. It was hard to think about. I will be all alone with only walkers and death circling around me. It might take days, months, years, or decades to get there, but I know it will. I'll probably just put a bullet in my brain. We all have a great tragedy and mine hasn't come yet.

"Avery, I'm going to loosen the straps so you can escape," Milton whispered most likely afraid of being overheard. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him in shock,"If they find out you did it, then they'll kill you!" He just shook his head and smiled,"I'm very slick at getting away with things."

Milton's hands immediately went to the leather straps around my hands and unbuckled them until they reached the second to last notch. I slipped my hand back and forth through it so when the time came, I wouldn't have to worry. Milton also loosened the bonds around my ankle before pulling out his knife.

He waved the bare blade in my face and looked at me sternly,"I'm going to put this under your leg so when the Governor comes you have something to kill him. I know how much you want to and I'm going to give you the chance. I know who he's starting to become and there's no changing him back. That's why you have to... kill him before he does anyone else."

||Two Hours Later||

Milton had left me alone with the ability to move around. I knew the Governor was coming since Milton made sure that he would pay a visit. It was my only chance to kill him and I could make things better. I may not be able to cure this fatal disease, but at least I could get rid of this psycho.

I waited patiently by the entrance into Milton's office hoping he wouldn't get the idea to peek behind the door. My heart was beating hard in my chest as sweat was starting to accumulate on my eyebrow. My throat felt dry and no matter of water could quench it. Every breath I took in was shaky and unstable. I wasn't nervous, I was scared.

That's when all the possibilities of failure ran through my head. What if I can't kill him or he kills me instead? What if I kill him and can't escape? What if he captures me and tortures me until I give him a name of who let me have the knife?

But, what if Milton's plan goes through? What am I supposed to do after that? Am I supposed to go back to my artificial family when they are God knows where? Am I supposed to find Daryl when he could have just left me knowing there was no hope for me to make it out? Either way it goes, I'm fucked.

The door handle on my left started to jiggle and the was pushed down. My breath was caught in my throat as the door swung open and it stayed there for a few moments. I could see him through the the small window with a confused look on his face. I was paralyzed as the Governor let the entrance close and took a two steps in. The door shut with a click and neither of us moved an inch. I stared down at the trembling blade in my hand not knowing where to strike. For some reason I wanted him to die slow. It was almost like a victory after all the shit he put me through.

I took in a shaky, silent breath and grasped the blade tight. I put it by my ear and took a step forward ready to shove it in his back.

But, he turned around.

I panicked as his eyes narrowed on me so I didn't even think to aim where I was going to stab him. When I brought down my arm, the blade was lodged in his shoulder. I was breathing heavy as the Governor grunted in pain while I stepped back. He immediately reached for the knife handle before yanked it out with a small scream. I felt like I was about to faint when he looked at me with fire in his eyes.

He let out a disappointed sigh and said,"You shouldn't have done that."

With a flick of his wrist, the blade was racing towards. I dodged to the left, but not far enough because the knife nicked my arm just like the shotgun bullet back at that cabin. I hissed as the wound stung before I realized that the Governor was charging at me. My eyes widened as I prepared for the blow. He tackled me to the ground and threw punches at my face. I couldn't throw him off since he weighed more than I could lift.The blood from his wound dripped onto my cheek making me cringe. I gasped for air before he latched his hands around my neck. He pressed hard on my throat with a menacing look on his face. My hands quickly went on top of his clutching and clawing trying to get them off. My veins felt like they were on fire and my lungs were collapsing. My throat felt like it was going to break into two.

I looked towards the door hoping that Milton would bust through and save me, but nothing happened. My eyes frantically looked around for a solution until they stopped on the bloody knife. I stretched my right arm towards it feeling like it was a mile away. Finally, my index finger grazed the handle before I pulled it towards me and got it in my grasp. I held onto it tightly before looking back up at the Governor. I didn't know if I could go any longer without air so I brought up the knife and shoved it into his throat.

His hands still rested on my neck as blood dripped onto my clothes. I threw him off of me before he would collapse. I took in a deep breath with my eyes wide open. I looked back at the Governor who lay on the ground with half of the blade stuck into his esophagus. I yanked it out in fury and flipped him on his back. My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I yanked back the knife and shanked him in the heart to make sure he was dead.