Ride the lightning

Ch. 13

Mac stood in the kitchen listening to the woods from the open window. It was silent, too silent for this time of year. He didn't feel at ease here and if he knew his brother like he thought he did he knew Daryl was starting to feel it too. He shifted his eyes to his brother who was standing talking to Rick just a ways away. He didn't so much mind Rick, didn't mean he liked the motherfucker but he didn't want to instantly cut his throat. Rick learned quick after he had approached Mac at the farm accusing him of hurting Daryl when he had seen the bruises on his throat. Mac was a lot of things but the type to hurt his own blood wasn't one of them.

The metallic sound of someone sharpening a knife met his ears and he watched Andrea's horrible attempt. She was fucking up the blade not holding the knife at the right angle for sharpening it. It'd be fucking useless in no time under her unsure hands. Mac stepped over and took it from her shaking his head at the blade.

"Gonna fuck it up." He groused.

She tossed the sharpener down, "How the hell is sharpening a knife rocket science?"

He looked at her hard at the condescending voice she used. Mac pulled his knife from his hip and met her eyes again, "You the one whose been sharpening this thing from the start aint you." It wasn't a question he didn't need to know. He could look at the blade and tell. It'd take hours to get it right now. She nodded and with a quick flip of his wrist he launched the knife behind her head at the wall. It didn't even attempt to stick despite the skill behind the throw.

"So you aren't good at throwing knives." Her voice was snappish.

Mac flipped his knife in his hand and launched it the same move he had with hers and there was a hollow sound as it sunk in. She turned looking for it when there was no clang and rattle of it hitting the ground.

"If you don't know what the fuck you are doing as someone who does." Mac snapped jerking his knife from the wall, "Might save your fucking life."

Mac turned at the same time Daryl moved and jerked his head for him to follow. Kira was setting with Andrea covering her face as she laughed silently. Mac smirked seeing her shoulders jerking with her laughter and elbowed Daryl. Daryl growled but kept walking not stopping for him until they got outside and then he walked down to the other end of the deck away from the doors.

Mac smiled at him and Daryl raised an eyebrow at him causing his smile to get wider. He wasn't even aware of what was going on which just made it that more amusing to him. It wasn't a big deal really but just seeing the weird looks him and Kira kept giving him made it that much more amusing to him and confusing to them.

Daryl gritted his teeth and Mac's smile fell and he stepped closer to him hoisting himself up on to the rails of the porch. Daryl was being more terse than usual with him and he felt like he'd switched places with him. His eyes were hard and lined with the blood he craved almost take the feral edge he'd always had and making it a weapon itself.

"What?" Mac kicked his boot out and caught him in the thigh narrowly missing his brothers balls.

"Watch it." Daryl snapped setting on the swing his booted foot thudding with the way he was moving. "Rick thinks Shane is up to something."

"Who didn't see that coming." Mac shrugged, "Motherfucker has been up to something since we met him brother."

Daryl met his eyes, "No he thinks he is going to try something soon. He heard him mumbling about fixing me and you."

Mac leaned forward his adrenaline starting to hum, "Can't fucking wait."

Daryl met his eyes, "We both know it wont be something he tries against us."