Ride the lightning

Ch. 34

The glare that radiated every pore of his body was magnetic. The heat of his anger burning the man cowering from him. What a tidal wave of change. Everything he done he done it for his brother's and this motherfucker knew that. He knew that Mac and Daryl were his brother, he KNEW they damn well looked like twins, hell he even knew about their tattoos. If he didn't know before when their shirts came off and those came into view then he knew then. It was a slap to the face that the man he trusted hurt his blood.

He'd missed a lot in life. He'd missed the night that man tried his damnedest to snuff out both his brother's lives and almost succeeded. He'd make things right though.

"Merle you know me." The voice was hitched and pained.

A sneer so feral it was shredded and mauled across his face. "I do." He leaned down, "I've seen the best and the worst. You don't even rank among them you weak motherfucker."

His knife slid free and Phillip looked up at him tears shining for mercy. His brother's didn't see any and for that Daryl was a wreck. Strung up. He'd been strung up like a fucking animal taking Mac's weight when he could and destroying his body to save his brother. That was him though, that was perfectly Daryl. Mac was out for blood and would demand it one way or another. This though was his.

The first cut left him unable to stand. The scream that radiated from his chest was mind numbing and Merle set to work to take him apart. He wanted to do the same thing to his fucking brothers. HIS BLOOD! And he didn't miss the words that this asshole spoke to Kira, he might not know her as well, but he knew enough. He knew she was his brothers. She was family and that made this threat even more poisonous.

The second cut made Phillip's other knee buckle. His legs weren't bleeding freely from the way he slumped and pressure applied to the cuts. He'd bleed slowly though. Slow. He wanted this to be slow.

Daryl growled as Kira looked over his wrist. She wasn't being overly pushy with him because she knew how mad they were with her. It was rare to get both of their anger at once. It was even rarer to know they both wanted to hurt her so openly. She knew that their was always that undercurrent with Mac that he wanted to do more than hurt her. He wanted to break her. He wanted to destroy her, he wanted to some horrible things to her. She knew this because he told her. He knew what he was and wasn't ashamed of it. But to know that it wasn't just a sexual release of anger and need coursing through Daryl had her hands shaking.

"You can't stay mad forever." She muttered.

Daryl's eyes flared vibrantly and darkened so fast that her thighs clenched together painfully. It shouldn't excite her the way it was. It shouldn't set her on fire to think of being pinned between them both. Tied to Daryl like she knew Mac wanted to do and marked. To have the stain that was Phillip removed from her just from his voice alone.

"I damn well can." He snarled jerking his wrist free.

Mac moved then his shadow looming and taking all warmth from the room, "You realize what you've done?"

Kira swallowed. They were alone, completely. It was the still of the night and no one stupid enough would dare to walk where they slept. Well maybe Merle would but she had a feeling Merle was occupied.

"Yes."

Mac sneered and pulled her to her feet. "Strip."

Kira swallowed and shrugged her leather jacket off. The thing was beaten, battered, and put to the test over the years just like her. She was more than fond of it, she loved it. Mac pulled it from her hands setting it out of the way behind Daryl. Daryl kicked out on the bed watching her his arms crossing behind his head. Kira belatedly realized that his head was resting on her leather jacket and would carry the smell of him for a long time to come.