Ride the lightning

Ch. 31

The thunder of his heart was background noise as the blood roared in his ears. He could hear and feel Daryl next to him the anger pitching through him violently. Both were carving a path through the woods that had their anger scorching a path alone. Rick was bringing up the rear smart enough to not get in the path of their movements.

"Fuck you." Daryl snarled to his right.

The part of Mac that wasn't so lost in a fire storm of rage knew they should have went around instead of just straight through. Both of them both diving head long into those familiar waters from years back something that was hardly called on but there all the same didn't allow that though. There were things in this life you couldn't bear and there was things that you dug deep enough you found something in you that could take the weight of the world. The hell in his eyes and Daryl's showed those depths swirling and frothing to life the longer they were away from her. Longer she was away with the knowledge that the motherfucker that hurt her was close.

"Goddamn Merle and fucking not listening." Mac snapped as his knife pulled free with a soft squelch. "I'll cut his goddamn throat."

Daryl made a noise that was more animal than man but Mac knew it. He knew that noise like it had vibrated his own chest because he felt that same feral feeling railing to be free. Kira was theirs.

Daryl was in his line of sight and Mac felt some of that anger bleed away at the heaving of his chest. He looked over searching out Mac's eyes and when they locked he nodded and then jumped his hands catching the top easy enough and then he was gone. Seeing his brother disappear over that wall had his heart thundering a dangerous sound. Rick came up next to him shifting his weight and Mac couldn't help but smile. Of the two Dixon's he was here with tonight Mac knew he was the one that Rick had a thrill of fear over. Daryl never really had issues with Rick but Mac...Mac wanted to carve his fucking heart out from day one.

Nostrils flaring and lifting his head the scent of gasoline and kerosene was on the air. Mac looked over and then vaulted the fence much like Daryl had. Where their bodies connected was a slick drag mark of dark walker blood and sweat. They were filthy painted black with death and with shadows clinging to them as if they knew the things they were intent on doing.

Daryl circling around came back to Mac his eyes dark and shook his head. She wasn't there. She wasn't where Merle was supposed to meet them. Mac felt a snarl coming to life in his throat but Daryl moved quickly his hand sliding around and gripping the back of Mac's neck and other hand covering his mouth. Jerking him solidly into him until they were flush he leaned his forehead against him and forced eye contact on him. Mac's chest heaved with possibilities and Daryl's eyes played them like a theater with sickness spreading. He felt like he was going to lose it right here.

"Mac." Daryl's voice lost the fog of anger, "Don't do this. Not here I need you to stay with me."

Mac snarled against his hand bucking trying to break free. He was going to rip this place apart brick by brick leaving nothing but ash and smoke behind.

Daryl's eyes were wide and the severity of his face was lost instantly, "I wont lose you too." His voice was low, "Now get your goddamn head out of your ass." Voice cracking like leather against him Mac bucked.

Shaking his head almost violently Daryl snarled showing Mac a side of him they both shared. Moving quick his grip tightened on the back of his neck painfully and backed him up. His back met the concrete harshly forcing his breath away.

Removing his hand from his mouth air rushed his lungs and he opened his eyes to see the blue gone from Daryl's. It wasn't often he ever seen that look. Only twice had he ever seen it and on both occasions a man was left dead on the ground. Mac was toeing a line with his brother and he hadn't realized how close his brother was to tipping. Nodding his head Daryl removing his hand from his neck but Mac caught his shirt and Daryl's lip curled in a sneer Merle would have been proud of.