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Atlanta, Georgia
22 years ago - 2nd November 1983
At night in a nursery housing a baby boy, a woman dressed in a white nightgown walks into the dark room with a 4-year-old boy plastered at her hip.
"Come on," the mother said, "let's say goodnight to your brother."
The mother turns on the lights to the nursery and walks towards the crib. In the crib is a 6-month-old baby boy with wavy strands of dark brown covering his forehead and wide, dark eyes. The baby is looking at both of them with curious eyes. The mother sets the child from her hip down and the child walks over to the crib. He bends over the fence and kisses the baby on the forehead.
"'Night, Glenn." The child says to the small baby. Glenn gurgles in response.
The mother leans over Glenn's crib as well.
"Good night, love." The mother days sweetly. She brushes back Glenn's hair and kisses his forehead.
"Hey, Daryl."
Daryl turns around. There was a man at the doorway, his father. Daryl rushes over to him.
"Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy." The father responds. He scoops Daryl tight into his arms and Daryl wraps his bony arms around his father's neck.
"So, what do you think?" The father asks Daryl, "You think Glenny's ready to toss around a football yet?"
Daryl laughs at the question and shakes his head, "No, Daddy." Daryl's father just laughs in response and softly says, "No."
The mother passed the father and Daryl is his arms on the way put of the nursery.
"You got him?" The mother asks softly.
"I got him"
The mother pats the father's shoulder and walks past as he hugs Daryl closer to him. The father walks over to the crib, leans over and says, "Sweet dreams, Glenn."
The father carries Daryl out of the room, flipping off the lights as he goes past the door and closes it off from the rest of the family. Glenn watches them leave and focuses of trying to reach his toes.
Above Glenn hangs a baseball-themed mobile attached to his crib, it begins spinning on its own. Glenn watches, gurgling silently. The quiet ticking of the clock within the nursery comes to a stop while the moon nightlight flickers. Glenn, cut off from the rest of the family, just watches.
A figure come out from the shadows.
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The mother sees the lights of the nightlight flickers on the baby monitor within the nursery. The baby monitor sits on a nightstand next to a photo of her and her husband. Strange noises come from the monitor as the woman sleeps in her bed. She stirs and wakes up. The strange noises continued. She turns on the light on the nightstand and turns around to her left side to see the bed is.... empty.
"Will?" The mother whispers. She was alone. She turns back to the baby monitor, makes her decision and gets up.
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The mother walks down the hall towards the nursery. There is a silhouette. The mother thinks it's her husband, Will Dixon. The figure stands over Glenn's crib.
"Will?" The mother asks, "Is he hungry?"
The man- Will, turns his head to face his wife behind him and shushes her with a finger in front of his lips. The shadows hide his face.
The mother gives Will a confused look before shrugging and calmly replying, "Alright."
She turns around back down the hallway towards her room when she is stopped by the flickering of the light in the hallway. She frowns in bemusement and walks towards the light before tapping on it to perhaps steady it. It flickers once more before returning to it's normal state.
She hums.
She sees another flickering light out of the corner of her eye downstairs. She tilts her head and walks down the stairs slowly, she sees the TV on and a man... slumped back on the living room chair. She feels panic run through her in waves as she runs back upstairs. If the man downstairs was Will Dixon, who the hell was the man upstairs with her damn baby?
The mother bursts through the door of the nursery and stops.
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Will scrambles upright as he hears his wife scream upstairs.
"Hyun?" He calls out in a blitz of panic and fright. He gets out from the chair runs his way up the stairs towards the nursery.
"Hyun!" He calls out again in desperation that she would just answer me oh god, oh god please-
He bursts open the door and almost trips over. He looks towards the crib. No one was there.
Not a single soul except for Glenn.
It was quiet and void of any adults. Will rushes towards the crib and pushes down the side of Glenn's crib.
"Hey Glenny..." Will's eyes skim over the tiny baby's body and is satisfied that Glenn is completely untouched, "You okay?"
As Will touches the side of Glenn's chubby cheek, something dark appears next to his hand on the side of the baby's head. Will touched the strange liquid and brought it up to his face. It was a dark, thick, Red substance. He looks up
And there Hyun was, her stomach was cut open and there was a pool of blood around the wound, the blood sleeping through her white nightgown and dripping down in turn. Hyun's eyes meet John's as she struggled to breath and panic sets in hard across her facial features. Will, not knowing what to think, collapses while staring up at his wife.
"No... Hyun!"
The wife bursts into sudden flames and the fire spreads over the ceiling in quick succession. Glenn cried out, wails, and Will moves into action and carefully but quickly takes the baby out of the crib. He rushes out of the room. Instead, he rushes into Daryl who looks at the scene with wide bewildered eyes.
"Daddy!" Daryl says in confusion and fright.
Will shoves Glenn towards Daryl.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Daryl, Go!" Daryl nods and turns around, his feet taking him out the house as quickly as he can without jostling Glenn too much. Will turns back to the fire, Hyun is barely seen amongst the flames.
"No!"
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Daryl stares cautiously at the door, Glenn gurgles nervously and pats his big brother's cheek. Daryl looks at him and gives his baby brother the biggest reassuring smile he could give. He fails.
Just slightly.
"Don't worry Glenny, it's okay" Daryl says softly to his brother.
He turns towards the window of Glenn's nursery. The only thing he could see was the golden roar of fire. The front door bursts open and the image of their father runs out towards the two boys. He scoops up his children, smothering them with hugs.
"I gotcha" Will comforts in a smoothing tone. The window to Glenn's room explodeds and the fire increases with the new intake of oxygen.
1 hour later...
The Atlantan fire department do their best to control the fire and contain it within the house as the police department discuss and relayed the possible causes of the fire, not knowing that what happened is beyond their imaginations. Water sprays through the broken windows of the Dixon household. Smoke billows into the night sky as the loud siren of an ambulance arrives. A paramedic opens the back door to the ambulance.
On the opposite side of the chaos sits Will, holding Glenn, and Daryl sit on the hood of the Impala. Will looks at the remains of his house and reminisces in the flames.
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Stanford University, California
Present day - 31st October 2005
"Glenn!" A young woman, Vanessa, turns the corner dressed a Halloween sexy nurse costume and adjusts the hat on her head. She passes a photo of Will Dixon and Hyun Rhee. Vanessa huffs and shouts again: "Get a move on, will ya? We were supposed to be there atleast 15 minutes ago."
She gets no response. She sighs and walks off to the bedroom doorway and leans against it.
"Glenn!"
A young man sighs and turns around on his seat, his short, dark brown, wavy hair curls across his forehead and his chocolate eyes shine under the shitty apartment lighting. He is wearing a pair of jeans and three shirts instead of a costume. Because apprentaly.... he doesn't know what costume party even means.
Vanessa clicks her tongue disapprovingly at Glenn, "You coming or what?"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!"
Glenn sighs.
"Come onnnnn! It'll be fun, I promise." Vanessa begs, shaking her hips a little bit in a lively flirtatious manner.
Glenn sighs again and gets up from his seated place at his desk crammed with law and justice books and drawings. Being an lawyer was always his dream, even... even if it meant leaving family business behind.
Vanessa walks off and then looks behind her shoulder at Glenn's outfit.
"And where is your costume?" She says in a jokingly chastising tone.
Glenn just laughs and ducks his head in response before putting his hands on his hips and looking up from behind his eyelashes.
"You know how I feel about halloween."
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It was crowded inside the bar-- Glenn winces as the singer over the speakers hits a high note, the music is thankfully coming to a welcomed end soon --and loud. He felt out of place and shifted nervously on the stool, it didn't help that his girlfriend was nowhere to be found so he had no one to rely on or talk to. He was at a bar full of cheap Halloween props and strangers. If only these guys knew-
Vanessa arrives back to Glenn's table with two shot glasses full of alcohol. She hands one over to Glenn and a young man, Luis, dressed in a ghoul costume comes over to the table with a shot glass full of his own alcohol.
"So here's to Glenn," they all raise their shot glasses, "and his awesome LSAT victory!"
"Alright, alright, its not that much of a big deal- seriously." They all clink glasses anyway and down their shots. Glenn and Vanessa grimace at the bitter taste while Luis doesn't even wince at the smell.
"Yeah sure whatever, act humble all you want. But you got a score of 174." The young woman says as she bumps shoulders with Glenn.
"Is that good?" Luis asks.
"Scarily good."
"So there you go! You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any school that has that lawyer bullshit-" Glenn just scoffs and laughs silently while Vanessa elbows Luis in the side.
"Don't be mean." Vanessa says
"Well," Glenn starts, "I have an interview here on Monday. If it goes well, I think I have a shot at a full ride next year." Vanessa whoops and cheers.
"Don't you worry, Glenny," Glenn subtly winces at the nickname. It, thankfully, goes unnoticed, "It's gonna go great."
"It better."
Luis leans forward on the table with hid arms crossed, "Well well well, how does it feel to be the golden boy of the family, huh?"
"Ah," Glenn tilts his head to the side and gives the other two people a forced smile, "they dont- they don't know yet."
"Huh," Luis says in a contemplative voice, "I would be gloating, you know what I'm saying?" Luis chuckles a bit. "Come on, why not?"
"Well they're not exactly the Bradys." Glenn says nervously. He fiddles with the sleeve of the shirt he pulled on.
"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." Luis gets up from his seat at the table, "More shots?" His enquiry is met with a round of strong protests and sounds. He goes off towards the bar anyway and the two youths just slump forward in defeat. Vanessa then leans towards Glenn and puts a comforting hand on his bicep.
"Hey Glenn, I'm proud of you. You're doing great so far and you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday-" She rubs the back of Glenn's neck and he looks up at her, "-and you're gonna get that full ride, I know it."
They both laugh softly together and gaze into eachothers eyes.
"What would I do without you?" Glenn replies jokingly.
"Crash and burn." Vanessa smiles warmly at him and pulls Glenn in for a kiss.
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Glenn wakes up when he hears the sound of a window opening. Years of training has taught him to not let his guard down, especially at night. Shifting out of bed quietly, he shifts his weight to a crouch while moving towards the bedroom door. He looks between the open slit of the door, he sees nothing in the living room. Glenn moves silently past the bedroom doorway, hugging the wall as he goes. He looks through the open doorway of the living room towards the kitchen and sees the figure of a man. The man turns around and walks through the beads at the kitchen doorway. Glenn moves out of the way of the living room doorway and hides in the shadows.
When the man walks through the door, Glenn lunges forward and grabs the man back by the arm to pull him back. The man knocks his arm away and strikes Glenn with a right hook. Glenn ducks down but is intercepted when the man grabs Glenn's arm and swings him around and shoves him back. Glenn struggles out of the grip and kicks the intruder but is blocked and pushed back again. For a second Glenn sees portions of the figures face: narrows eyes that held stormy, pale blue irises accompanied with dark brown eyebrows and hair.
Glenn moves to kick at the intruders head but the man ducks and swings. Glenn block the move but at the defensive move, Glenn is in turn knocked down and pinned to the floor, one hand holding Glenn down by his neck while the other is holding Glenn's wrist. He can see the intruder more clearly now. The man is wearing a small and soft shit eating grin.
Motherfucker. Is that-
"Whoa, easy tiger." The man says jokingly. Glenn breathes hard, he recognizes that fucking voice.
"Daryl?"
Daryl chuckles quietly and Glenn huffs in disbelief.
"You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause yer outta practice." Daryl snarks.
Glenn's eyes narrow as he grabs Daryl's hand and yanks down. He twists Daryl around and slams his heel into the small of his back with Daryl on his stomach.
Daryl sighs, "Or not."
Glenn taps Daryl twice on the shoulder and Daryl huffs in irritation.
"Man, get offa me" Glenn laughs quietly and rolls on the ball of his feet, getting off Daryl's back. Daryl flips over onto his back and accepts Glenn's hand as he is pulled upright.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Glenn questions.
"Well, I was lookin' for a beer." Daryl replies. Glenn shakes his head and punches Daryl's shoulder softly.
"Seriously, what are you doing here?" Daryl sighs and looks up at Glenn from behind his hair. It has gotten longer, Glenn realises, no longer stopping at Daryl's eyes like it was 2 years before but is now reaching his neck. His bangs almost completely covering his right eye and is parted to the left side. He's still short though, Glenn muses. Daryl only reached Glenn's eyes at height, he still makes fun of Daryl for it.
"Uh, right, well. We need ta talk." Daryl mutters. Glenn looks at him and studies him for a second. He was confused. After all this time... what could Daryl want to talk about that's got him so closed in like that?
"You couldn't've used the phone instead?"
Daryl gives Glenn an incredulous look.
"If I'd'a called, would ya've picked up?" Daryl mutters in response which gives Glenn a pause. Because, no, he probably wouldn't have picked up.
The light flickers on and the brothers whip their heads around towards the bedroom doorway where Vanessa stands.
"Glenn?"
Glenn snaps back to the situation and introduces Vanessa to his older brother. Why did they have to meet this way, of all times? Fucking Daryl and his shitty timing...
"Ah, Vanessa... this is Daryl." Daryl gives Vanessa an awkward wave and looks at her from beneath his messy, growing hair before ducking his head. I guess his awkward social behaviour never changed, Glenn thinks to himself.
Vanessa's face lights up at the declaration, "Wait, this is your brother Daryl?"
Glenn nods as Daryl looks up again. He turns from Vanessa to Glenn.
"Dude, she's so outta your league." Glenn gives the older man an exasperated look. Vanessa gawks slightly before chuckling. She looks down at her body and frowns slightly at her state of dress.
"Oh, uhm, I'll go put on something on." Vanessa points towards the bedroom and goes to turn around before Daryl waves off her concerns.
"Nah its cool. I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Daryl says quietly.
He turns back towards Glenn who was watching him with a stony expression. The older brother doesnt hold eye contact and instead turns back to Vanessa.
"Uh, anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend- my brother- ta talk 'bout some private family business," Daryl stuffs his hands inside his jean pockets as he watches Vanessa make a complicated expression, "But, uh, it was nice meetin' ya."
"No."
Glenn looks towards Vanessa and walks past Daryl, putting an arm around her shoulders as his brother makes an tired expression at his younger brothers antics.
"No," He repeats, meet Daryl's gaze head on, "Whatever you want to say to me, you can say in front of her."
Daryl fidgets slightly, looking uncomfortable before meeting their stares.
"Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days..." Glenn huffs.
"So? He's probably working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later." Daryl ducks and shakes his head. He looks up and his eyes are filled with blanketed fear.
"Dad's on a huntin' trip. An', uh, he hasn't been back in a few days."
Glenn's expression turns dark. What Daryl said.... it could only mean one thing. But what if he isn't, what if he's-
"Vanessa, could you excuse us for a moment? We have to go outside."
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Two shadows could be seen jogging down the stairs of a shirty apartment complex. If one was close enough, they could hear a disapproving, smooth voice contrasting the gruff, husky voice. One has a hapardly thrown one hoodie with jeans and sneakers while the other has on a leather jacket under a leather vest with angel wings plastered on the back. They also wore jeans and a partially unbuttoned flannel but this time with work boots.
"Daryl, he goes missin' all the damn time! I mean, remember that time with the poltergeist in Amherst? Or that one time with the damn Devil's Gates? You can't seriously break into my apartment in the middle of the night and expect me to come with you on some crusade." The one with the hoodie rants.
"You're clearly not hearin' me proper. Dad's missin', Glenn! This ain't some normal day-to-day disappearance for Dad, he's never gone this long. I want you ta help me look for him." Daryl explains.
Glenn contemplates his brother's response. It was true. Dad didn't go missing randomly, especially not on a hunting trip, that just screamed bad news. But still-
"I swore off of hunting. For good, Daryl. Ever since that time, I can't go back to it." Glenn gives in response even though he already knew that he was gonna go with Daryl anyway. He might not like his Dad but... they're family. A hunting family.
Daryl stops outside the apartment complex exit and looks towards Glenn. Glenn stops also.
"Glenn... ya can't seriously tell me that you can live with yer self knowin' what's out there in the dark. Knowin' what could come after ya..." Daryl gives Glenn a quiet, pleading look.
Glenn stays quiet for a few seconds. He sighs.
"The way we grew up... Dad's obsession after Mom died the way she did. We still haven't found the thing let alone even know what it is," Daryl turns towards the outside world, "But we kill everything we do find. How can you live like that knowing you could never have a normal life?" Daryl turns towards him.
"I'd rather give up my life to save people than live knowing I could've done somethin' but didn't. I'd rather die." Daryl says with a grim expression before opening the exit and leaving Glenn to watch as he walks away. Glenn leans against the wall.
"Mom wouldn't've wanted this for us..." He mutters to no-one. Huffing and opening the exit, he trails after his brother, not knowing what the future holds for him now.
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The two brothers head towards a slick, black Impala parked inside a parking lot. Glenn feels relief and other not-so-nice feelings climb inside his chest at the sight of the old vehicle. It was filled with his best and worst moments right up until he left.
Daryl was silent every since he left the apartment complex, it was clear that he was thinking through something in his head. And if Glenn knew his brother well, which he did, he knew that Daryl was worrying about their dad and his younger brother and the ways everything can go wrong. He really didn't change, huh? Glenn thinks to himself.
"So, what was he hunting?" Glenn asks. An aching part of his heart desperately wants to hug his brother after two years of not seeing him. He loved his brother something fierce, hell or highwater, and Glenn would do anything for him back. But the rational other part of his heart says that he couldn't just drive off in the night. He needed to think rationally but...
Daryl opens the truck of the Impala, then props open the spare tire compartment with a sawed off shotgun from the arsenal hidden in the compartment. He proceeds to sort through the cluttered arsenal looking for something, while muttering to himself about where he left it. Something nags at the back of Glenn's brain. He asks Daryl that exact thing that's nagging him.
"Were you there when dad left?" Daryl shakes his head, confirming his suspicions. "Why weren't you with him?"
"I was workin' ma self. A voodoo gig down in New Orleans." Daryl replies. Glenn looks at him with doubt.
"Dad left you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" He asks.
Daryl looks up at Glenn with a bemused look, "Dude, I'm twen'y six." Daryl pulls out some papers from a folder, "So, Dad was checkin' out some two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. For this guy."
Glenn takes the handed piece of paper from Daryl and takes a look for himself. The paper was a printed out article from the Jericho Herald. It was headlined as Centennial Highway Disappearance and went on to explain the details of a man named Andrew Carey going missing. This article was dated September 19th 2005. Glenn looks up.
"I'm guessing he wasn't kidnapped or anything."
"Nah," Daryl says and hands Glenn another piece of paper from the same article, "There was 'nother is April."
Another article is handed to Glenn as Daryl recounts the dates of the people going missing on the highway, "Before then was one in December '04, then '03, '98, '92, you name it. Ten of em gone missin' in the past twen'y years." Daryl takes back the articles from Glenn and piles them back inside the folder, then begins looking for something else while his brother studies him and watches on.
"It's all men. Down the same damn five-mile stretch of the road. You get where this is headed?" Glenn nods in response. He's seen this case enough times to know what they are most likely dealing with.
"It started happenin' more and more, so Dad decided to take a shot at it. That was three weeks ago," Daryl pauses when he takes a bag out from under the arsenal and looks at Glenn, "Not a word since then." Daryl pulls out a handheld tape recorder. Glenn doesn't like where this is going.
"After three weeks of nuthin', I get this voicemail yesterday." The oldest men of the two presses play on the recorder. Static fills their ears as a familiar voice filters through.
"Daryl... somethin' is happenin'. Sumethin' big... I need ta figure out what's going on. It may be... we're all in danger here. Be careful, Daryl."
Daryl presses stop and Glenn's hunter-trained brain recognized something in the background during the recording.
"That... in the background. That was EVP, right?" Daryl gives Glenn a slightly shocked look. Well, as shocked as Mr. Daryl literally-the-most-shy-and-quiet-person-ever Dixon's facial expressions can be. The unexpressive bastard.
"Not bad, Glenny. So, I slowed the voicemail down, sent it through a gold wave, removed the hissin', and I found this..." Daryl presses play on the recorder. A woman's voice could be heard.
"I can never go home..."
"Can never go home..." Glenn mutters. Daryl hums an affirmative in response and throws the recorder back into the bag before placing the bag into the arsenal again. He removes the shotgun propping up the compartment, closes said compartment and shuts the trunk. Daryl leans against the trunk of the car, not looking at Glenn's eyes as he didn't want to see the rejection and disapprovement in his little brothers eyes.
"So," He mutters in the silence, "am I gonna be runnin' solo again?" Daryl looks up and has an expecting look in his eyes. The one that assumes that Glenn wouldn't be coming with him, that rational part of his heart was starting up again. As much as he loves his brother to death, Glenn couldn't just leave everything behind... could he?
"I-" he stutters, "I have this interview thing on Monday..." It's a pathetic excuse, they both knew it. But Daryl straightens up anyway.
"Is it a job interview?"
"Nah, it's an interview with my uni to get into law school so I can be a lawyer..."
"Oh." Daryl says. He looks as if he's thinking about something, then Daryl pats Glenn in the shoulder while his younger brother gives him a confused look.
"Wha.."
"Don't worry about it man. I'll handle it myself, tell ya if dad is alive or nah." Daryl chuckles darkly at the last remark, "You do good on that interview, Glenny." He turns towards the drivers door and opens it. Daryl hesitates and looks up at Glenn, he has a small, sad smile on his face. "I'll be seein' ya around."
With that, Glenn watches as Daryl climbs inside the Impala, starts it and drives off out the parking lot. Immense regret boils in his stomach as he jogs back up the stairs to his apartment, with a decision brewing in his mind.
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About an hour down the road towards Jericho with the empty passenger seat next to him digging a hole in his heart, Daryl gets a call on his phone. He uses his left hand to take it out from his jean front pocket while driving with the other. Daryl quickly glimpses down at the receiver. It's Glenn.
Half debating whether he should ignore the call, he answers it anyway. The staticky noise of his brother filters through.
"Daryl..."
"Glenn? Whatchu callin' me for?"
"I..." Glenn stutters and seems to change his original words to something more definite, "Come pick me up, back at the apartment complex. I'm coming with you on this mission."
Daryl stays for a second, two seconds, three.
"What changed ya min'?" He didn't have to ask. Daryl was already turning the Impala around to pick up his baby brother.
"Something about this doesn't sit right with me-" Hunters instincts, Daryl snorts "-but I'm have to come back here for my interview by Monday. You got that?" That.. wasn't much of a question. Really.
"Yeah..." Daryl pauses, "Yeah ok. I'm coming, I'll be about an hour tho so sit tight."
Glenn inhales on the other side of the phone, "Y-yeah ok."
There's silence from both ends of the phone line and Daryl considers hanging up and saying he'll see him in a few when Daryl hears a small whisper that he barely catches.
"Just.. just come back." Glenn whispers. Daryl can't think. Did him leaving cause his baby fucking brother to think he was abandoning him? That he was throwing him to the side like Glenn and dad did to eachother? No, he would never. Not even if he tried. He couldn't abandon his brother, but isn't that what he was doing? Abandoning his brother in turn for a hunt? But in a hunt Daryl can be useful, he can actually help people and not ruin their lives (Hopefully, potentially-) because he saves them. He can't mess up like he did with his brother when hunting so why the fuck is he heading back towards that goddamn apartment-
"Of course," Daryl pauses. Again, "I'll always come back, ya hear?" He hears Glenn exhale on the other side.
"Yeah- yeah of course. I'm just uh-" There is an uncomfortable quiet for a moment "-don't be a jerk." It's a familiar little thing.
"Then don't be a bitch" Both brothers chuckle at the old joke, "Alright, I wont be long."
"Ok."
The line cuts off and Daryl can for once breath and think.
Just another day at the job. But finally with a trustworthy partner.
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Down town in Jericho,
In that little five-mile stretch of the road.
Another soul is taken,
By the lady in white and her retaliation.
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The convenience mart door swings open as Daryl opens it and walks out the store. He's holding a bag full of junk food in one hand and struggling to use a lighter to light his cigarette with the other. Glenn is sitting shotgun in the Impala with the door open, combing through the casette takes among casette tapes, ("like seriously, Daryl? Who the fuck own casettes anymore?" "Oh goddamnit- I do, Glenn!") spotting names like Motley Crue, Nirvana, Motorhead, Metalica- and, wow, there sure are alot of bands with the letter M.
"Hey!"
Glenn's head shoots up towards his brother and he leans out of his seat to his brother at the boot of the car waving the bag of junk food around slightly in the air.
"Want some breakfast?" Daryl questions. Glenn shakes his head in response.
"Nah." Something pops in Glenn's mind like a siren, "How'd you pay for that stuff anyway? You an' dad still running them credit card schemes?" He squints at the penetrative sunlight as he looks at his brother.
"Yeah. It's the only way we could even get money. Huntin' ain't exactly a well payin' job." Glenn shrugs his shoulders with reluctant agreement. They didn't get payed for what they did, so, you'd have to get an income somehow, "Besides, it ain't our fault they send us the cards when we apply." That... was also true. Daryl takes the nozzle back in the pump and closes up the fuel tank. Glenn swings in his legs and shuts the passenger side door as his brother gets in the driver's side.
"Oh yeah?" Glenn replies, "What names did you put on the application this time?"
Daryl looks at Glenn, "Uh, Burt Aframian-" Daryl puts the convenience mart bag down, "An' his son Hector. I got two cards outta that deal."
Glenn sighs, "Sounds about right. But seriously dude, you have t' update your casette tape collection."
Daryl raises an eyebrow and gives his baby brother a questioning look at the remark.
"Why?"
"Why? Because one, they're casette tapes and two-" Daryl groans, "Two! Black Sabbath, Pearl Jam, Metallica..."
Daryl takes one of the casette tapes out of Glenn's hand. It has "Metallica" written on the front of it.
"It's basically the greatest hits of mullet rock, Daryl." He complains as he turns to his older brother. Daryl just gives him an exasperated look.
"Well, you know, house rules Glenny." He puts the casette tape in the tape player of the car. Glenn cringes at the nickname.
"Driver picks the music an' shotgun shuts up an' deals with it."
"You know, Glenny is the whiny, chubby 12-year-old that wouldn't leave you alone. Its just Glenn, okay?" Daryl snorts.
"Yeah, an' ya still don't leave me alone."
"What? That is such bullshit-"
The playful ribbing continues on as the Impala drives off from the gas station and away to Jericho.