Worth It

Chapter 15: Judge, Jury, Executioner

 I sat on the table behind Daryl, arms crossed. Daryl paced back and forth in front of me. The kid was panting, tears constantly flowing down his cheeks. I had a hard time with this, but my brothers came first, and this kid could be a threat. Daryl steps forward and punches him again.

Although it may not seem like it, Daryl was holding back as best he could. He had a soft spot for young kids, but when it came to my safety or the rest of the camp, it was basically gone.

The kid slumped over, crying. Daryl turned to me, asking me a silent question. I grimaced and looked away. I didn't like seeing people in pain. But I was here because I needed to become tougher, stronger.

I needed to be able to protect people.

Daryl punches him two more times. I hear a slight crack and I shiver, glad that I will never be on the receiving end, only protected from it.

Even though I didn't like seeing people get hurt, there was something about this kid that just... I don't know. He seemed dangerous. Selfish. I could sense his fear though, racing through him. If this was an act, he wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer.

"I told you-" He starts.

Daryl steps towards him. "You told me shit!" He grabs his jacket and sits him up, hitting him against the wall.

Yep. Definitely not his full strength.

"I barely knew those guys. I met 'em on the road." He barely gets out, breathing heavy. I grabbed Daryl's shoulder, holding him back as I stood up. He was getting angry, loosing his composure.

"How many in your group?" I ask him coldly. He almost scoffs, breathing heavily. I stand, removing Daryl's jacket from my shoulders. 

I was now sporting a new top that Carol had found on the highway awhile ago. She told me she was keeping it as a gift. It was a black tank top but it was made of leather. It acted as a corset of sorts but buttoned in the front and fit in all the right places.

Daryl loved this top. Hell, even I loved this top. Made me feel like a badass. A memory from when I first showed him this top flashed through my mind. I shook my head slightly, getting it to leave.

I tossed the jacket to the side and slowly dragged out a long knife from my side handle, my fingers wrapping around it tightly. I relaxed slightly and let every sense of remorse leave my body.

When the kid saw the knife, his eyes widened.

"Uh, no no no. Come on, man." He whines.I stabbed the knife into the ground right between his legs, kneeling before him. "How many!" I growled out.

The kid yelped in fear, breathing heavily.

'Uh, 30. 30. 30 guys." He stuttered. He tried to look anywhere but me, and I wanted to smile at the fear I could instill in him.

"Where?" I asked him, venom seeping through my words. My long blond hair was tied up but the end of it dangled over my shoulder.

"Uh.." He says, stalling. I glared and ripped the tape that was covering his leg wound off of him. He screamed in pain. I'm sure I accidentally tore some of the scab off. "I don't know. I swear. We were never anyplace more than a night."

"Scouting? Planning on staying local?" Daryl asks from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against the table, arms folded.

"I--I don't know. They--they left me behind." He tells Daryl. I give Daryl a questioning glance and he nods, telling me he doesn't believe him. I turn back to the kid, standing up. I sigh and place my gun on the table.