Finding love again

Judge, Jury, Executioner

Callie's POV:

   Frank and I watch as Daryl punch Randall two times making the boy fall to his side while letting out a few whimpers. "I told you guys-," he starts to whimper out.

"You ain't told us shit!" Frank angrily says and dragged him up to sit up.

  "I barely knew those guys. I met 'em on the road!" Randall quickly exclaims and spit out some blood.

  "How many in your group?" I ask and he looks at me then shakes his head slightly while panting.

  Frank and I exchange a look then I nod to Daryl who unsheathed his knife. "Uh no no no no no. Come on, man," Randall cries out before yelling as Daryl stabs the knife into the wood barely missing his leg.

  "How many?!" He angrily yells and the boy flinches back.

"Uh, 30. 30. 30 guys," he quickly answers. 30 men not bad in my opinion.

  "Where?" Frank spits out with his body tensed and the boy hesitates so Daryl rips off his bandage from his leg and he screams.

  "I don't know. I swear. We were never any place more than a night," he answers quickly and Daryl moves his knife close to the wound.

  "Scouting? Planning on staying local?" Daryl fires off a few questions.

   Randall shakes his head, "I-I don't know. They-they left me behind."

  "Did you ever pick off a scab?" Daryl ignores him and asks as he digs his knife slightly into the wound.

  "Come on, man! I'm- I'm trying to cooperate," he says in fear and shakes.

  "Start real slow at first. Sooner or later, you've just gotta rip it off," Daryl continues and held down his leg firmly.

  "Okay. Okay. They have weapons. Heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn't do anything!" He informs us and pleads out.

  "Your boys shot at some of us, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You're trying to tell me you're innocent?" Frank angrily tells him.

  He's supper pissed about people shooting at us, me especially. "Yes! These- these people took me in. Not just guys- a whole group of 'em. Men and women, uh kids too. Just like you people," Randall says making Daryl pull away from him and stepped back.

   "Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know? But...we go out, scavenge. Just the men. One night we- we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters. Teenagers, you know? Real young. Real cute," he continues making our dark gazes look at him.

  Is this where I think this is going? "Their daddy had to watch while these guys- - they- and they didn't even kill him afterwards. They just- they just made him watch. As his daughters-. They just-just left him there. No, but-but I didn't touch those girls. No, I swear I didn't to-," he explains and I just snap at the end.

   I kick him harshly into his stomach making him cry out. I squat down to his level and dragged him back up then grabbed ahold of his face.

  "You expect us to believe that you didn't get a turn? Do you recognize the two of us?" I ask emotionlessly and forcibly turn his face to look at Frank then back to me.

  He shakes his head whimpering. I give him an emotionless smile while pulling out my knife, "oh I'm sure you've heard of us. The big bad Punishers. We went after drug lords, criminals, all kinds of evil people. The ones we liked killing the most is rapists. And you boy, are one."

   "N-no, I'm not! I swear!" He whimpers out with fear written all over his face as I lightly drag my knife along his cheek.

  I turn my head to look at my brother, "do you believe him, brother?" He shakes his head with a dark look and I look at Daryl who has an angered look, "what about you, D?" I don't want to say his name in front of this little fucker.