Authors Note: I had a lot of fun with this chapter. So I hope you enjoy, please review and let me know your thoughts.

Warning: This story is rated M for mature readers, because there will be language, death scene, violence, and perhaps lemons in later chapters. No characters are off limits for all of the above and more.

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CHAPTER 6

ENEMY OF MY ENEMY

June 16, 2013 12:37am

Previously, on Eclipse of the Dead…

Rosalie stood before me now. Looking between Alice and I. She kept twirling the butterfly knife around her hand as she spoke, "We're going to play a little game called Twenty Questions. The rules are really simple all you have to do is answer the questions I ask, honestly." She stopped flipping the blade and held it up to each of our faces so we could see how sharp it was. "And each time you don't tell me what I want to know or I think that you're lying…" She quickly turned the knife upside down and thrust it deep into my upper thigh. I hollered out in pain, "Well, you get the picture." She shrugged. The blade was stained with my blood as she threatened us with it again, "So, who wants to go first?"

Neither one of responded to the rhetorical question. For some reason this angered her. "No one wants to play?" She was having fun, and this torture hadn't even begun yet. This one was sick. "Well ladies do go first." There was cheeriness in her tone. She inched passed me toward Alice. The knife drawn; twinkling in the light.

For once in my life I was unsure of what to do. If I tried to step up and take Alice's punishment then they would think that we were together and use that to their advantage. However if I remained silent, and let Alice take this beating then we had a better chance of one of getting free, maybe. There was to many scenarios of what could go wrong. So I did what I thought was right. I stared straight ahead as if I didn't know her and prayed to god that it would be over soon.

I could see Alice's eyes on me from my peripheral vision. I could feel them boring into my soul as anticipation swept over her. I heard her squirm in her chair against the ropes and whimper, 'no, no, no.' In the mirror across the room I saw Rosalie grab her by the hair and pulling her head back. The knife was almost at her face when someone cleared their throat from behind her. She stopped to see the other dirty blonde with the fried hair and the nasally voice speak up. "Maybe a little foreplay is in order."

"And what would you suggest, Lauren?" The dirty blonde, Lauren, didn't ask any questions, or waste any time as she jumped from the pew and stormed over towards me. Before I had time to brace myself for the impact her small fist collided with the side of my head. I could feel her knuckles digging into my jaw. Blow after agonizing blow my head bobbed from side to side as she pummeled me. I'm not sure how much time passed. I just knew that the stinging in my face turned to a numb tingling sensation.

After what seemed like forever I heard a nasty pop and the beating stopped. My face which had been numb and tingly started to burn as my blood flow tried to return to normal. I could taste blood and mucus. My eyes were cloudy with unwanted tears and close to being swelled shut, but I continued to strain them.

Lauren stood in front of me cradling her hand. "Damn it" she cursed. "I think I sprang my wrist on this mother fucker." I chuckled at this information. "You think it's funny." I nodded dumbly. "Machonie, help lift this guy. I could feel them unstrapped my legs and arms from the chair. I was too disoriented to fight back. They dragged toward the pull pit and rewrapped my hands with rope. They mounted the rope to metal hook and raised it until my feet dangled. "Bree! This bastards all yours."

She was a head shorter than me with deep brown eyes dark hair. Her scent calmed me down a little. She began to raise her hand to my head. I jumped back trying to dodge a punch. "Shh, shh…Its alright. I'm not going to hurt. Look it's just a wash cloth." Sure enough, she was holding a ratty old gray wash cloth. I relaxed a bit. "You know all we want is my sister back. If you tell what you know it'll stop." She started to wipe down my face. I winced at the pain.

I choked on my words, but I had to try. "I don't know who your sister is. Let me go." Her right eye twitched a bit as I told her. She resends her hand then turned away.

Rosalie clumped her way up to me in her Pink Timberland boots. I gazed at her cold, crystal blue eyes. . "Where is your camp?" She questioned. Her eyes were focused on me as if the answer was going to be written on my forehead. She crossed her arms and waited for a response.

"I've already told you; I don't know a Bella." I sighed. "I was just passing through for some medicine for my brother."I sighed.

"That's not answering my question." I remained silent. "You sure you want to go down this road with me, boy?" I didn't reply. She grabbed me by the hair; pulling my head back so she could look me in the eye. "Where. Are. The others?" Desperation laced her voice.

I could tell she was trying to hide her pain and the loss of her friends. She was trying to be strong for her group and prove to be that she was not to be fucked with. But after being stabbed, threatened with my own weapon, almost drowning, beaten to a bloody pulp, ignored and hung; I was done being considerate. I was done trying to reason with them and explain. This was only going to end one way; might as well speed up the process. I mustered all the strength that I could and gathered all the mucus, blood and saliva in my mouth. And in one fluid motion I spat it in her face. I squared my jaw waiting for the blow. But it never came.

A look of disgust and shock flashed on her face. Then she, very carefully, reached her medium sized pale hands for my shirt and tugged on it forcefully; successfully un-tucking it from my pants. She found a clean spot on my shirt and wiped the bloody, spit ball off.

She stepped back to the communion table full of torture devices. She gently set the butterfly knife down in its proper place and grazed over her selections. The whole time she was calm as ever. Her hand finally stilled over a red metallic looking remote. Even though it was small she dragged it off the table; letting the tool scratch the table. Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. As she stalked over to me I could tell that it was a box cutter that she held in her hand.

I swallowed hard as I waited for the pain to come.

Her eyes started to twinkle with joy as her mouth curved into a sadistic smile. "The human body is a fascinating organism." She grabbed my shirt and sliced through it from the hem to the collar with ease. "There are people in this world that have sustained unimaginable torture and accidents and survived." Then she slowly lowered the blade down my bare chest as she spoke. "Accidents like poles and knives driven through core of the body. Sliced in half and holding on to their intestines as they come into the ER. In most cases its some freak accident and the person was lucky that all their major arteries were avoided." I could feel the cool steel linger for a moment over my naval. The sensation sent a quiver up my spine as she looked me dead in the eye. "do you feel lucky?"

Arching my eyebrow at the bad pun I felt the razor slide into the side of my abdomen. I groaned, while immediately contracting my stomach trying to get away from the blade. Her voice was dark as he continued. "I can place over a thousand cuts on your body and not kill you." She proceeded to the right side of my chest and started to cut small incision on my chest. "The key is avoiding all the major arteries; cutting deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough to be so severe to your life." She placed the razor edge to my skin. I could feel the point gaining pressure as she punctured my skin. She took her time making sure each incision was slow and deep. "Ready to talk?

This continued for an hour or so. She would ask me questions and I would grunt in response. Whenever she became tired she would walk off leaving me. Bree would come up and "reason" with me while she cleaned me up. Her voice would be soft and caring as if she didn't approve of it all. But after my silent treatment she would become frustrated and leave. Then it would start all over again with the torture. I could feel the stabs and I would grunt and yell out from the pain; automatic response, but my mind wasn't really registering everything. I would drift off and she would slap me and find another toy to spark our interest. After a while my body became numb, cold and I blacked out.

I woke to a dark room to a loud scream. I immediately tried to get up but my limbs were still bound to a chair. I lifted my and scoped out the area but I couldn't see much. There were small shimmers of light shining through the cracks in between the floor boards and a small sliver of light about the size of door frame up above me. My guess; I was in the basement. The shimmers of light were covered up for by the scuffling around up there. There were sudden bumps on the floor above me as if everybody was running around. Shotguns started firing followed by huge thuds as if bodies were collapsing. There was yelling and glass shattering.

Everything sounded a bit muted because I was downstairs, as I struggled against the ropes. They were digging into my skin and my already open cuts and wounds. This was the time to get free and find Alice. I could tell that I was near a wall so I maneuvered myself on my tippy toes and rammed myself to the wall trying to break it. The wooden chair finally crumbled after the third blow. The limbs all fell to the ground except for the ones attached to my arms and legs. I quickly detached them from me. As I took the last piece off my leg it became oddly quiet upstairs.

I grabbed one of the limbs of the chair for a weapon and crawled toward the light. Hitting the banister to the staircase I heaved myself up and fumbled up the stairs. I peeked under the door frame trying to get a layout of every ones position but all I could see was a bloody, masculine hand fidgeting around for a gun. I heard the footsteps approaching before I saw them. Pink timberland boots came into view. They casually kicked the gun over a few more feet then stepped on the wrist of the masculine hand. A gun barrel came into site right over the hand. It sounded off twice; first obliterating the hand from existence and the second time to silence the hands owner.

"Everybody okay?" a deep burly voice boomed. "Gather your supplies and lets move out. You all need to find another location to hide out at." Her boots turned towards me and started to advance. I stood up and prepared to swing. I could hear her hand on the knob and the springs turn. When she opened the door I didn't hesitate. I swung with everything that I had left like a wild animal. She managed to dodge me, but I knocked her gun out of her hand before she had a chance to raise it up.

Rose edged toward me in a cautious, defensive, crouch. She was ready to pounce, but not trying to rush me into anything. I scanned around the room to make sure nobody got the drop on me. There was a big guy a few feet behind blonde with a blade. Machonie and Bree were clinging to one another in a far corner as if they were wounded. Everybody else was missing. As I backed up to the nearest wall I tripped over an arm and Blonde-y finally lunged for me. I did a duck curl right passed her and picked a random gun up.

The Big guy dropped his blade and rose held her hands up in surrender. Machonie and Bree just sat down. "Where's Alice?" Everyone faces held a weird questioning expression. "The girl that was tied up with me; where is she?" I quickly looked around the room at everyone trying to find her. There were a couple more bodies on the ground stewing in their own blood. But no Alice. I started tracing the perimeter of the church making my way to the back and checking in between each pew.

"There is a group of Crypts coming." The big guy called as I reached the main entrance. I glanced down at the handle to find it blocked. "Its not safe out there. . I wouldn't." He called again.

"its not safe here!" I bellowed. "I'll take my chances." I was so hurt that I could barely stand, and it was just luck that I got the gun. I wouldn't last out there against a herd. Not at night and not bleeding; they could smell me a mile away. Everyone was watching me intently as I fumbled blindly with the door lock; keeping my eyes on them for any sudden movements. I glanced down at the door to place my hand on the lever. When I looked back up at them an unfamiliar face popped up behind a pew in the front. He raised his weapon to roses back... "Look out!" Without pause I fired the gun. He fell over the pew dropping his gun and clinging to his shoulder.

Everyone was shocked at my outburst, even a bit remorseful of their actions, but I continued to leave. I finally managed to open the door and ease out walking backwards with my gun still aimed at Roses group. When someone shoved me from behind, causing me to drop the weapon and lose my balance. I scrambled around for the gun as quickly as I could. Just as I placed my hand on it a gun cocked right above my head. I looked up to see the deep green eyes that I had been missing for the last couple of days. "Edward? But you…"

"Got better." He smiled widely; lowering his side arm and extending his other hand to help me up. Looking toward the big guy he spoke. "They're here. Barricade the door!" No one wasted time. The familiar faces of my crew piled in with supplies. The big guy and Edward started moving pew in front of the door. Roses group remained still and quiet; monitoring everyone that moved about their space.

After a few minutes we all stood in one big group with our eyes trained on the front doors. Soon enough the doors started slightly buckle as the Walkers pushed on the door, moaning and groaning. Once we were sure that the doors were secure we relaxed and separated into our groups. I caught up with Edward while watching the big guy talk to the females that had held me captive. Edward knowing my questioning look just explained. "Marcus gave me the last antibiotic and Leah made this Herbal tea that her grandmother used to give her. It took Seth a moment to realize the weeds he had used were useful, but it all worked out." He rubbed his shoulder confidently. "It worked like a charm. Still not %100, but it's a start. Looks like you could use it though." He chuckled. "Lets get Leah to look at you."

He guided me over to the far wall unwillingly. I wouldn't take my eyes of the girls. I didn't trust them, not after what they had did. I wouldn't be able to rest properly. And that big guy didn't say we were cool. Now he's all chummy with everyone. But I didn't want to make a mess of things while we were under attack. So I sat there in my skivvies letting Leah look me over and clean my wounds. My facial expression was dark and focused as I watched them intently for any weird behavior.

"Where's Alice?" Edward called. My swollen eyes shot open and I looked around for her once again. I was so busy trying to look out for my group that I had forgot about Alice. I jumped up and looked at all the bodies on the ground. None of them were her. I was frustrated and angry and about to fuck someone up. I started to storm over to blonde Amazon when a hand grabbed me. "Cool it Jasper. I got this." Edward stood up and walked over to the big guy, who in turn talked to Rosalie. After a couple of minutes he beckoned Edward over. Edward walked over to me with his head down. "She said that after you passed out, Alice flipped out and managed to escape. They followed her but she ran into a group of men. They were outnumbered so they just let her go."

"Let her go! Are fucking serious?" I pushed against Edward, but he held me in place. I really had no strength left. The women watched me cockily and carelessly fight against my brother.

"I know it's a lot to ask right now, considering your condition. But I need you to calm down. This guy, Emmett led me to you so they can't be all that bad." He beckoned Shane over. "Shane I want you to take Jasper to far end and make sure he stays there for now."

EPOV

I watched Jasper limp passed our crew and toward the back pew and lay down. Shane stood over him with a loaded shotgun. Jasper was a bit unstable right now. He had been kidnapped, beaten half to death, his girlfriend was lost, and now his brother was telling him he was basically nothing and to sit the hell down. I rubbed my hands through my hair and over my face several times because of the situation; distraught that my family was not intact and we were surrounded by Walkers. But if we had any chance of finding Alice we would need a little finesse.

I walked up toward the crew and started giving orders. "Ty, Ben, Marcus and Demetri I want you to go around the church gather up all the bodies put in a pile and make sure they are dead. Bust some skulls. Seth I want you to make sure that door is really secure and check for other entrances. Leah I want you to fix Jasper up the best you can we might have to move." Everyone went their separate ways and I took my time to go talk to Emmett and the women. "So how long ago did she escape?"

The blonde girl with the pink boots rolled her eyes as she cuddled up to Emmett. "Two days ago. Angela and Lauren went after her. Lauren returned said your friend and Angela got taken and that she barely escaped."

"Do you have an idea where they might be located?"

"if we did; do you think we would be here talking to you." She said nonchalantly. I could tell me and this chick was not going to get along.

Emmett eased the tension a bit by jumping to the point. He was big burly guy with his dark brown almost black hair cut low. His hair was starting to curl on the ends. His voice was deep, and fill of sorrow, but I could tell there was still love and life in them. "I've been searching every town for the last month on foot. Where ever they are there pretty far out and well stocked enough to keep coming and going as they please."

At that moment someone started pleading behind us. "Please don't kill me. Im not infected, please done kill me." the dirty blonde moved closer to him. "Hey Rose, I got somebody for you." she called. The girl leaning on Emmett cocked her head to the side to see pass me as the dirty blonde hauled the man to his feet. She shoved him closer to us with gun to his head. Rose looked at the man dully; trying to figure out his purpose. "This is one of the men who took Angela." She said brightly. Rosalie's blank expression turned giddy.

Without pause Emmett and Rosalie grabbed the man from the dirty blonde hauled him downstairs. I quickly followed behind them. We trudged downstairs to cement filled floor. Rose went to the left and lit a torch; illuminating a table to the far side with all sorts of sharp metallic instruments, beside it lay a trash pile of what looked like fresh flesh and blood. Peering around the room, I watched Emmett place the man in a chair and started tying him up. Rose went to the other side of the room and lit another torch shedding light on some electrical equipment and large tarp; hiding something. Emmett whispered in Roses ear for a moment before turning his attention to the young man. I could barely hear him, but I could tell his words were deadly. The young man stilled for a moment before head butting Emmett. "You might as well kill me. I am not giving up my camp."

Emmett leaned over again; with his arms straddling him. "When I'm finished with you, you're going to wish you were."

All day long our groups took the time to clear the walkers away from the church and burn them. As I watched Emmett beat the poor bastard unconscious with brass knuckles. When he came to Rosalie stepped in with knives to cut him up. When that didn't work Demetrie gave the idea of Water boarding, placing a towel over his face then pouring water over it. Apparently it gave the impression of drowning without physically damaging him. He eventually passed out.

We all stood up stairs in a circle going over the events the next day. "The bastard still hasn't said anything." Lauren shot

"Course not it's his on leverage. Would you give it up?" Shane replied

"After one of Roses beating. . . Hell yeah!" Lauren shot again. Jasper snickered.

"We need to gain his trust, make him feel like part of the group. Maybe he'll cave that way." Demetri suggested.

"No. he's not going to trust us after that shit." Rose

"Besides we don't have the time to become his friend and give him the chance to escape. There's no telling what they are doing to Ang, Bells, Tanya. That's if they are alive." Emmett offered.

"We need something over the top. To really make him flip out," I said.

Rosalie eyes turned devilish. "I got this. Edward, Emmett back me up." Rosalie slowly went downstairs and stood in front of hm. His head was down, bobbing from side to side as he tried to stay up. If it wasn't for the fact that we had him dangling from the ceiling he would have been on the floor. She backed up to the table on the left with electrical devices. She held up a rusted blow torch and admired it. Squeezing the lever to gain a spark; it roared to life after the third try like a gas stove being turned on. She inched towards him with that vicious smile plastered on her face. "What do you want to go first; the balls, shaft, or nipples."

He had no problem sitting up then. He eyed her cautiously through one eye as she got closer. I watched him struggle against the ropes with all his strength. I watched as he tried to pull down on the ropes or jump of the hook that we had him suspended from. But there was no chance of escape, so he just swung back and forth and cried out in desperation. "Please no, I tell you anything. Please no."

"You know I don't think you will." Rosalie purred. She leaned the blow torch up to his left nipple. I could smell the burning flesh and hear the sizzling skin. The poor bastard hollered out in pain; his voice deafening. She proceeded to go for the next nipple but the torch went out. "Damn it." She looked back at me and passed the torch my way. "Get that thing going again, will ya?"

It took me a minute or two to figure out what exactly I had to do and get it going, but I watched her as I did. "Shhh" she purred. She placed her free hand over his mouth to silence him. Her hand gently caressed his bare chest traveling down his stomach. Her hand went down to his man hood and started to gently stroke it. His nature rose slightly against his will and she grabbed it firmly; making him wince a little. "On three, okay? One…" she counted letting him jerk around. "Its okay, calm down." She whispered. "Two…"

A/N:

#1: Alright sorry to leave you on another cliffy on the same crew but I think it is necessary. And I am having fun with this. Trying to tap into some psycho type stuff. Again I would love your thoughts on this. Am I going too far? or trying to hard? do I need to lighten things up? Please review.

#2: I almost done with the next chapter so anybody that reviews can get a sneak preview. Bella is coming!

#3: Even though the last part is a far cry from what is actually said in Django Unchained I have to give tribute to that movie. It gave me inspiration for the removal of his manhood. I watched that the other day and flipped out on that part.

#4: Any questions or comments please review or PM me.