Holy hell, My apologies for taking two fucking months to update this shit! I have a list of excuses but I know you guys don't feel like hearing it. So yeah...
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Badass With A Hint Of Beauty.
JэяяiэHigarashi. © 2O13
Isis was sitting on top of a tree branch, looking into her binoculars. Three hours have passed since she ran into the group full of men. Her hair swayed back and forth in the warm, dry wind, she was trying to figure out the best way to enter into the base without causing much of a distraction to herself... she could care less about the others.
She stroked her hair and chewed lightly on her bottom lip, her mind functioning quickly as she tried to come up with multiple plans. Her slender fingers fumbled with her small binoculars until she finally came up with a plan that would probably work out for the best. A smirked played on her lips.
She stuffed her binoculars into her bag and hopped down gently from the tree. She grabbed her lucky hair tie from her wrist that was teal colored. Quickly she wrapped her hair in a bun, a few black strands framing her face.
"Alright, woman... aren't you gonna tell us what the hell you saw up there or not?" Daryl growled angrily at Artemis' identical twin sister. She only rolled her eyes and pulled out her nine millimeter and checked for ammunition, not fazed by his temper at all. Equally gray eyes met his fierce blue ones and she tilted her head.
"Calm down will you? We can't move in just yet." Isis nonchalantly stated, sitting herself down on a random tree stump and crossing her legs.
"Well why in the hell not? We've been moving around this stupid forest for hours and all you can come up with is this?!" Daryl paced back and forth, quite irritated that some women just happened to lead them to fucking nothing. Daryl Dixon had no patience whatsoever to be wasting time.
"Well if you'd let me finish-"
"This is bullshit Rick! I knew we should have went our own way!" Rick raised his hands up, he had a feeling in his gut that this girl wouldn't steer them wrong...he just had to trust her and pay close attention to what she was doing. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Daryl please, only she knows exactly where Vixie is located. We don't. The only thing we can do is follow her lead. Until I feel her judgment is taking us the wrong way, we will continue to follow her." Rick told the redneck firmly, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head. He knew he wanted to say something smart but Daryl just held it in, only replying with a highly annoyed grunt.
"Well instead of you filing your nails, don't you think you should be telling us what to do and your plan?" Shane was crouching, his right arm resting on his knee as he checked his shotgun, but simultaneously stopped to pay attention to Isis. Glenn was in the background, sitting down with T-Dog, tending to the latter's flesh wound, only listening to what was being said. Isis put away her pistol and sighed, scratching her head.
"We can do anything right now and trust me, I'd like to go and get my big sister as much as any of you. Where she is trapped at is a camp that the leader built up." A strong gust of dry, hot wind rustled her hair and she quickly fixed it back. "The camp not only holds the leaders' men, but they house families there, so we can't just go in and shoot up the place. I'm not sure what to do about the families but I don't want to think about that now. All I care about is Missy. . ." Isis sighed and looked in the direction where her sister might be. The pup sniffed around, his tail wagging back and forth as he trotted over to Isis, checking her out.
Daryl looked into the eyes of Isis. . . he saw determination in her blazing gray eyes and he sighed. If what she was saying was correct then he had to wait . . . all of them had to.
However, that didn't mean he had to like it.
Darkness. . .darkness engulfed Vixie as she was still tied tightly to the chair. She groaned, feeling a metallic taste in her mouth as she was pulled back into the waking world. Dull gray eyes fluttered open as she scowled when the lights were all out. She was in complete darkness, the only thing that was lit very slightly was the man-made door of metal. A little ray of sunlight glittered in the crack of the door, illuminating only the right of her and the corner behind her.
"Agh! Fuck..." She mumbled to herself, remembering bits and pieces of what happened to her. Her shirt was ripped from her, only her black bra was covering her as her tanned skin was marred, blood crusting slowly over her various deep cuts on her chest and belly, making it difficult for her to breath and move around. Slashes along her arms and cheek were present additionally. Dark pupils were dilated as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She wriggled around her hands, her face pinching up when pain lanced through her. The thick, rough rope digging into her delicate skin the more she squirmed.
Lifting her head and testing out her feet, she rolled her eyes and huffed. She forgot her legs were tied as well. They were both spread apart, tied to the leg of the chair.
"Oh God...what do I do now?" She murmured, staring at the slowly dying sunlight that was fading from the room. She shook her hair from her face, and tested out her feet. They were pretty numb but maybe. . . just maybe she could try and stand on them to move around a bit.
"Okay...Okay... easy now...easy...does it..." She murmured to herself, her hands twisting slightly to grip the arms on the chair, leaning forward to the wooden table. Oh fuck, how her feet were aching and hurting even though they were numb as hell, but she continued to push herself forward until she was almost in a ninety degree angle.
She was finally on her feet.
Though not for long. She heard footsteps and the same voices from before when she was captured. A pang of fear grappled her heart as it thrummed rapidly in her aching bosom. The chains on the door rattled, signaling her that the men were coming back in – most likely to check on her.
She slowed down her quick breaths, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, hunching over as if she were still passed out. The doors creaked and groaned as they opened the door, the sunlight dying off as dull streetlights were clicking on one by one.
"Looks like she's still out... wonder what the boss is gonna do with her. You know?"
"Oh trust me, he has plans for her, but right now, he has a hunch..."
Heavy footsteps reverberated off the concrete walls, getting closer to Vixie as she feigned to be passed out. Gloved hands reached out and aimed for her wild, feral looking hair, yanking it back with full force. This sudden movement threw Artemis off guard, but she bit her tongue, keeping her eyes closed and kept her breaths down to a minimum. She had to get through this.
"Huh, the boss did a number on her pretty face. It's unfortunate that she decided to leave and then attack us again..." A sigh filtered through the quiet room as the man inspected Vixie's face. Finally he let her go, turning his back to her, his automatic assault rifle in his hands. Vixie very slowly opened her left eye, peeking At the too men who were chatting. Her lips curled into a quiet snarl as she watched them leave, talking about sedating her again. Once the the door creaked as it was being slid open, Vixie saw the faint lighting outside which was probably streetlights . Something caught Vixie's eye. It glinted in the light from the outside before the others left. She narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the object but she couldn't tell as it was too dark. But she knew the exact place on the table where it lie. The doors closed once again, leaving her in complete darkness. She cursed under her breath as she waited for a while to get used to the darkness again.
"Okay Missy. . . Let's try again. Keep it steady." Her sub-conscience cheered her on slowly. Vixie took a deep breath once her vision was back and she listened intently for any strange sound that might put her in danger. She slowly wriggled her numb feet and leaned forward as best as she could. Painful and groggy grunts escaped her throat as she was finally up. All of the weight however on her back and arms made her dizzy as she still was recovering from the sedative that was injected into her. She breathed in deeply, gray eyes narrowed as her hair swept in front of her face. One small step at a time she shuffled herself to the now invisible object. As she got closer and closer she took a seat to keep from collapsing the wrong way and to catch her breath. The pressure on her chest and torso was excruciating as she opened up the wounds again.
"Almost there..." She breathed to herself, gripping the arms of the chair, she leaned forward quickly and put as much force on her arms as she could to reach out to the object. It was cool and thin. She fell back into her chair, panting as her chest and torso couldn't take much more. But she had to hurry up and get back to her spot before she got caught. She rested for an instant but not for too long since she had to hurry up.
"Up we go. . . Come on girl... I can do this..." She whispered to herself, her hand holding onto the object in her hand as she leaned forward and shuffled each painful step back to her spot where she thought she might have been without making a single stop to recover.
"Fucking hell!" She whispered rather loudly once she finally made her last stop and finally collapsed in her seat. She was panting, leaning back into the seat to catch her breath, her dark surroundings spinning slowly. Her hands felt around the object.
A smile cracked across her lips. The object had a sharp end that accidentally sliced her index finger.
Perfect.
She sucked in her breath and leaned down as far as she could, positioning the handle part of the blade to her teeth. She grunted loudly but finally caught it in her teeth. She quickly leaned back up to released the painful pressure on her wounds, but just as quickly, she leaned down and went to work on getting those ropes cut.
Isis was sitting in the tree once again, her binoculars in her hand, legs swinging back and forth. She smirked and lowered it, hopping down from the branch.
"How much longer?" Daryl growled. He was getting impatient as well as the others, they were all standing up, weapons firmly in hand, waiting on Isis' signal. The moon was high in the sky for it's last night tonight, illuminating most of the open parts of the forest. The pup was right at Daryl's side, panting quietly as it awaited orders.
"It's time." Was all she muttered. She pulled out her pistol and checked it one last time. She even checked her newest weapon – her assault rifle. Once she was finished, she put them away, taking out a switchblade and buckling her machete holster to her hips.
"Hey. . . why'd you put your guns away?" Shane asked, tilting his head, catching the attention of the others furthermore. They stopped too.
Isis used her teal hair tie to put her hair midnight hair in a high ponytail on top of her head. Daryl's eyes narrowed, noticing this immediately, a trait she shared with Vixie. When the latter was busy with work or something that involved with heavy moving or when she was thinking, she always put her hair up. "We won't need them. Since the place has less guards by this time of night, we'll have to go into stealth mode. No guns. Just knives or whatever else that is quiet." She turned around, looking up at the moon, strapping her backpack to her back. "Can't risk alarming the others that's guarding around elsewhere. I assume you guys have quiet weapons of your own, yes?" Everyone quickly replaced their weapons with their own knives.
They were ready at last.
She took a deep breath and pushed forward, motioning for the others to follow her. Daryl was in front with Rick behind, T-Dog was right after him with Glenn. Shane was the last person keeping an eye on the back for everyone.
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"Stop!" Isis whispered, her boots carefully pushing her forward as a few walkers were heading their way and it wasn't looking like they were going to change course at anytime. She turned around and pointed out to Daryl and Rick to back her up but warned them to not take the same route as her. They were planning on ambushing the son of a bitches.
T-Dog and the others stayed behind to keep watch for anything unusual, but at the same time, kept an eye on the girl who was leading them. Isis quickly went to the left while Rick and Daryl look the left. She gripped her blade in her hand, whirling around the tree, barely getting caught by the dead corpse shuffling along. She narrowed her eyes, gray eyes appearing silver-like in the moonlight. The corpse was a male, its torn clothes hanging off it's rotten body, his shoes deteriorating as the soles weren't present as well. He growled, dead eyes searching around for something to sink it's worn away teeth into.
"That's right. . . keep walking darlin'" Isis whispered, following the walker as he trudged on, not noticing her one bit. She rushed towards him and gripped his hair, yanking his head back, earning a snarl from it. She growled back and sank her blade into its head, dropping him forward, delivering the finishing blow, it's blood coating her hand and part of her shirt.
She and the others quickly went back into formation, pushing forward, making sure to check their surroundings and to stop every now and then to check for any guards since the settlement was just up ahead. She stopped when they were just across from the large wall. Standing on top of that wall were three guards and a large spot light sweeping side to side waiting to catch an intruder.
Isis' lips were pressed into a thin line, her new plan forming into her head as she watched that large light, making sure to stay out of its line of vision. She and the others took refuge behind a large tree, the six of them huddled around each other to hear the plan.
"First thing, stay out of the light. Once that light hits you, the guards will immediately spot you." Isis warned, making Shane roll his eyes and snort.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Isis ignored him and went on. "I'm not fond of splitting up so I suggest you all stay behind me, keep you eyes peeled open. I'm not sure if there are guards on the other side but I have a plan. You," Isis pointed out to Daryl. "Since your weapon can go the farthest, I can use you for this first task." Daryl narrowed his eyes but nodded. "Once we get inside, stay together. Don't need each other runnin' off in different directions getting killed." Isis quickly went over each plan she had until finally they were all set up and in their rightful places.
Daryl was close behind Isis as she grabbed a good sized rock, throwing it pretty far on the opposite side, catching the attention of the guards. Once the three of them scuttled to the direction of the sound the thrown rock made, Daryl and Isis were already in position to take them out.
"Hey, I don't see-" The first guard was quickly snatched up by Isis, his rifle kicked out of his hand and her hand over his mouth as she stabbed him multiple times in the chest and throat, more warm blood coating her hand and shirt. She softly laid his lifeless body down and gave him a quick search, taking his weapons and ammo that was stuffed into his pockets. She heard the gurgled cries of the other two guards that Daryl skillfully took out with his crossbow, he met back up with her. His hands and clothing squeaky clean. He eyed up Isis as she loaded the pistol she took from guard number one. Fresh blood coated her from the shirt up and she wasn't even fazed by it.
"Okay, go and get the others, I have to see if there are anymore behind these gates." She softly ordered Daryl, placing the handgun in her bag. The former nodded, heading off to get his comrades while Isis soundlessly climb on top of a car parked in front of the gate and jumped onto the ledge of the tall wall. Grunts and groans escaped her mouth as she pulled herself up. She lifted herself up slowly, not wanting to get caught. Her eyes scanned the miniature city behind the wall of protection and it was pretty empty except for two guards at the end, standing guard there. She pulled herself together and lowered her body down the wall again, her feet setting her down on the car.
"We're all clear in the front. There are a few guards in the back but I don't think they will be any trouble at all. But still, don't lower your guards down yet, they have men on patrol as well, I just wasn't lucky enough to see them." She rounded the great gate and used her flashlight to find the opening she used to get out the last time.
"Fuck where is it?" She muttered to herself, eyes narrowed as she searched carefully. T-Dog quirked an eyebrow at her. "What? What are you doing now?"
Isis grinned once she finally found it, kneeling down to set down all of her gear. It was a large open piece of metal that let to the inside, it looked as if the bolts and locks were cut off it. She slowly pulled it back, making sure not to make much noise to attract anything to them. "This was the entrance I used to escape this shithole. It was nothing but rusted chains and bolts so I easily cut em'. Surprised the sum' bitches didn't find this yet." Isis looked back at them before they all went inside.
"This is the back of the whole town. Let me go in first and take out the guards and I'll come back for you, got it?" Isis strapped her bag to her back and flicked her switchblade open, crawling inside.
"Here I come big sis... You don't you worry..."
Fuck... It's 3:oo a.m here... I need sleep so badly.
My apologies once again for spelling/grammar errors. I just really wanted to get this one out for now. I promise the next update will be much, much faster. Please don't forget to drop me a review,
And I'll see ya next time!
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