Anissa honey why don't you create an account? Oh and guys I have to tell you I cant update a lot, like real quick or anything. My internet isn't connected at my house right now so I have to go over to my mothers boyfriend (ugh) and use it there so it takes a day or two to get my chapters updated. And it may take a little longer lately because the chapters are gonna be longer and I cant whip those kind of chapters up quickly. By the way anybody else seen the Season 4 Premiere? Daryl and Beth were awful close in one scene…

Marcine was strangely calm as she watched Merle and Daryl pull the woman from the back of the Cadillac. They let her go and she hit the ground face first, a sob coming from her lips. Marcine looked over at Daryl where he was standing off in the middle of the thin road, eyes glazed over. They had driven to a subdivision, a few miles from camp, just outside the city, no one saying a word. Marcine had thoughts on what this could have been, this…this was not on her list of possible outcomes.

"Daryl…" Marcine reached out to touch his arm but retracted her hand, rubbing the wrist. "Daryl why didn't you tell me about this?" she looked back down at the woman on the ground.

The woman twisted and cried, begging. "Please…please you have to let me go…" she whispered, looking between the brothers.

"Merle why'd ya bring 'er along for this?" Daryl growled, stepping towards his brother.

Merle looked his younger brother up and down, his tongue hanging from the corner of his mouth. He smirked over at Marcine, arms swinging at his sides. "So girly…ya gonna help us with this or not?"

"With what?" Marcine stepped back when the woman reached for her with bound wrists.

Merle waved a hand down at the woman. "Help us get rid o' her."

Marcine looked over at Daryl and he looked at her. "Can' help ya make up ya mind. Do it or don't, don' matter."

"Yes it does," she stepped closer to Daryl, looking down at the woman. "Daryl I can't ignore this."

"So go tell everyone else," Daryl threw his hand at her, turning around he walked a few feet from her and put his hands on his hips. "I didn' wanna tell ya but…"

Merle took a step forward. "Ya can stay with us and help or ya can go back to th' group and play house wife, choose now."

They were making her choose in this situation? She looked between brothers, fear and indecision in her eyes. Who's to say if she chooses the group they won't kill her or give her the same treatment they had given this woman? But if she stayed would she have to do this with them like they were asking now? Marcine swallowed hard and looked back down at the woman. She was groaning into the concrete, her body covered in small and large cuts, streaked with mud and blood. She was naked and most of the blood was centered around the junction of her thighs so Marcine could guess what happened. But her only thought was on whom did that deed. Merle, she could see that. In the back of her head she was just worried that Daryl had done that.

She took in a deep breath and stepped towards Daryl, my fingertips brushing against his elbow. He looked over at her, his eyes still clouded. "I don't want to leave you…" she whispered.

His haze lightened but he snorted and walked around her. "Don't be so fuckin sappy."

Marcine sighed and walked back over to the girl, placing her hands on her hips. "So what do we do with her?" Marcine asked.

Merle walked over, pressing his boot against the girls' joint wrists. She sobbed but went unheard as Daryl stuffed his red rag in her mouth, hovering around Merle. "Don' know yet…" Merle pressed down onto the woman's wrists. She screamed into the rag gag as Marcine heard bones crunch and snap beneath Merle's boot. Merle laughed and took a step back. "Take 'er in one of the houses."

Merle hefted the woman over her shoulder and started towards one of the houses nearby. Daryl and Marcine trailed behind him, both looking around rapidly, one out of nervousness, the other with simple curiosity. Marcine had never been inside such a beautiful place before, it was elegant and small. The house looked untouched, as thought it had never been lived in, but Marcine could see a few suitcases by the couch in the living room. Daryl marched over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut, looking around before he pointed at the couch.

"That's fine, don' need ta drag this out," Daryl muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Merle snickered and threw the woman on the couch, pulling out a large knife as he rested one knee between her and the couch. "Like em ta fight back," he sneered, cutting through the rope around her wrists. The young woman fought back the best she could, her hands sort of limp because of the broken wrists. Merle ripped the gag from her mouth, Marcine watching intently. "What's ya name sugar tits?"

The young woman whimpered, looking over at Marcine. "Please…please you can stop this…"

Marcine opened her mouth to speak but Merle took a rough hold on the girls chin and jerked her face back to look at him, his nose against hers. "What's ya name?" he growled.

She screamed when he took a hold of her left wrist and squeezed. "Shiloh! My name is Shiloh!"

Merle chuckled and pushed off from the couch, working on the buckle of his jeans. "Nice name, now ready ya self girl. Thanks ta my baby brother, I didn't get to nut with his girl and I'm jus' dyin ta get mine."

Shiloh's eyes widened and flickered over to Marcine who was huddled against Daryl's side, transfixed by this. Merle leaned back onto the couch, hovering above the woman as he held his tool in his hand. Marcine watched her face as it twisted into pain from him brutally thrusting himself into her. Merle groaned and his head lolled back, his hips rotating against hers. He grinned back at his brother and Daryl looked away, towards the kitchen behind him and Marcine. He touched her elbow and she nodded, following behind him as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Daryl…"

He smacked his hands flat against the granite island, glaring up at her through his brow. "Don' ask me why, aight?"

"But Daryl," she flinched at the sound of the woman sobbing in the other room. "I just want to know why. Don't you think I deserve that?"

He looked up at her then shook his head, leaning onto his elbows as he rubbed his face. "Started simple 'nough. Merle…he came home one night had this bitch in the back of th' truck, said he raped her, needed to get rid of her. Didn' wanna help at first, but I had to. He was ma brother…after that I liked it," their eyes met. "But I can tell ya, Marcine. I never raped a girl, not one of em."

"But you killed them…" she whispered.

He nodded. "Too many ta count."

Her brow furrowed but she couldn't find herself disgusted by any of this, couldn't see herself running away or even turning them in. Who the hell would she turn them in to? She couldn't bring herself to do that, not to them. As a matter of fact all she could think about was joining in on the fun. She wanted to witness it, become a part of it. Since her teen years she had wandered what it would be like to kill someone, of course that was her morbid curiosity she inherited from her mother.

"My mother…my mother did those kinds of things. She murdered a lot of things; she killed women, men, and children. When she was a teenager she had killed a lot of the neighborhood dogs and cats," Marcine rubbed the back of her hand. "I have to admit I've always had that curiosity in me but couldn't act on it. I bet I could now."

Daryl's eyes shot up to her. "Maybe we can help ya with that."

Her eyes sparked. This was wrong, thinking this way, acting this way, but it was the truth. Marcine wanted to know, wanted to feel it. It was dangerous, she knew, she had been told. She had witnessed it first hand, from a masked stranger that had let her live when she was eight. She was at school, it seemed like a normal day. Playing in the computer lab and stuff you know, then the alarms started going off and someone came into the lab. She was the only one to make it under her desk, but he found her, at the end. She watched a lot of her friends die and knew her momma would love to see this.

When he found her he started humming, completely in bliss with what he was doing and had bent down to her level. She had been shaking so bad, begging him not to kill her, let her live, and he did. But with parting words.

Killing someone is easy to do, that's what makes it so dangerous.

She would never forget those words, she never wanted to because they made her understand things strangely enough. She moved around the island, fingers trailing through the dust built up on the counter top. Daryl watched her, his body tense as she moved closer, eyes set on him. She reached up slowly, placing her hand against the left side of his neck before she pushed herself up the extra foot and met his lips with hers. It was gentle, compared to the background noise. Their lips moved against each others, Daryl moving as though he was new to it. Marcine reached her other hand up and placed it against the other side of his neck. Her eyes flickered open for a second, seeing his half lidded and on her. Marcine stopped, pulling back from him to look him in the eye.

"Daryl…I like being around you guys, even if you are the way you are and Merle is the way he is. It doesn't matter to me, you're the only people I've fit in with for years and I don't want to be out there on my own."

"Ya could stay with th' group."

Marcine shook her head and took a step back. "No, I couldn't. Not after what I did to Ed. Even if he was a slimy prick they hate me now."

"Lori doesn't," he looked up sideways. "She'll stick with cha no matter what."

"And Glenn and Amy, but that doesn't matter, I want to stay with you and Merle, even if I have to do what you do. Even if I have to kill a bunch of people."

"Why?"

Marcine sighed. "Daryl…can't you just be happy that someone wants to be with you?"

He shrugged and moved to the cabinets. "I like to pick things apart."

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"Hear that?" Shane muttered to Glenn, looking up into the trees.

Glenn looked around, placing the gas canister against the back wheel of the Jeep and picking up another. "Hear what?"

Shane shook his head and adjusted the bill of his Sheriff cap. "Sounded like…a scream."

Glen shrugged. "I didn't hear anything."

Sane looked around again, glaring at the Walkers stumbling towards them. They were too far away to be a bother but Shane was still paranoid. More Walkers had been showing up every day now, it was bothering Shane. They must be running out of food in the city now and were spreading out. Shane muttered a curse under his breath and picked up two of the jugs Glenn had just finished off, placing them in the back of the Jeep before he went around to the hood of the Jeep and started looking at the map. His brow furrowed and he looked around the Jeep to Glenn who was loading the last of the gas canisters into the back of the Jeep.

"Ain't there a subdivision up ahead?" Shane asked.

Glenn looked over at him, dusting off his hands. He nodded after a moment. "Uh yeah, why?"

Shane waved him over and continued to look at the highlighted area. It wasn't large and it was rather far off the main road. "Don't think it would have been raided too bad, it seems like it was really out in the middle of nowhere."

Glenn looked over the map. "Yeah, they weren't done clearing out the woods around it to build more houses. Weird if you ask me. Maybe we should go and check it out."

Shane thought for a moment and his fists balled up against the map. "Wait a minute…where did those Dixons and that girl go?"

Glenn looked up, his brow dripping sweat. "Marcine said they were goin to a place nearby, about twenty minutes away. Think they could have been heading there?"

Shane nodded. "There's nowhere else to go unless they go into the city."

Glenn sighed and walked around to the passenger's seat. "Fine, let's go over there."

Shane grumbled as he folded up the map and shoved it into his back pocket. Those Dixons were bad for that girl. He thought she had been normal at first, but as soon as she went near them he knew she would change. And he was right, she had changed. She was becoming one of them, slowly but surely. Shane knew what they were all about, he knew they had killed before, humans and not Walkers. He had seen them on wanted posters up north, where they were supposed to be from. They had kidnapped and raped a few women, but it wasn't set in stone. You don't just kill women and then throw a few men in there, unless they get in the way of you killing the women. But those men had been kidnapped and tortured. Maybe Shane was wrong and they were just the normal rednecks, drunk and high all the time while also being extremely aggressive.

Shane rubbed his face, one hand on the steering wheel. He was thinking too hard, as usual. "Ain't that it up ahead?"

Glenn nodded. "Yep."

Silence again. The road was smooth, fresh, to the subdivision and it was a relief to Shane. All of the roads near the quarry were rough and cracked, unlevel. It was hell on the vehicles. They parked in the woods a few feet from the blood streaked brick sign declaring the name of the subdivision. Shane and Glenn stepped out from the Jeep, Shane holding onto his pistol tightly, Glenn holding onto his bat as he looked around. They started into the subdivision, eyes darting around in case there were any Walkers around. There were a few bodies lying across the ground, some recently killed Walkers. Shane pressed a hand against Glenn's arm, making him jump and stop. Shane pointed to the dead Walkers and Glenn looked around again.

"Hey there's Daryl's truck!" Glenn whispered, pointing at the blue pickup parked between two houses.

Shane opened his mouth to speak but a scream cut him off. They looked to their lefts and saw Marcine running from a house at the end of the street. She hit the concrete face first and screamed when a tall man grabbed a hold of her leg, pulling her back inside. He was dark skinned, but not African American or Mexican, and he wore an old jumpsuit. Glenn ran forward but one look from the man made him scuttle back in fear. Shane rolled his eyes and took one step forward, raising the gun and shooting. It skimmed across the his shoulder and he laughed, giving one jerk and pulling Marcine closer to him. An arrow pierced his skull and he gurgled, falling forward onto Marcine. She screamed for the third time and crawled out from under him, running towards Daryl and holding onto his arm.

"The fuck just happened here?" Shane shoved his gun in the waistband of his jeans and took a few steps forward.

Daryl shrugged Marcine off and she nodded, jogging back to the house she ran out of. He pressed the toe of his boot against the man's skull and jerked his arrow out. "Walked in on the son of a bitch rapin' some girl," Daryl shook his head, kicking the man in the skull. It gave a crunch and he smirked, looking up at Shane and Glenn. "tried to get Marcine."

"Where is your brother?"

Daryl raised a brow. "Back there wrappin the girl up, they should be out soon."

Shane nodded slowly. "Alright, they need help?"

Daryl moved to stand in front of Shane as he took a step towards the house. They looked each other up and down, both challenging each other. "They don't need your help."

Shane stared at him, eyes flickering towards the house in front of him. He saw Marcine's small figure race across the doorway and his eye twitched. He didn't trust what was going on in there, he didn't like it but he couldn't just jump into a fight with both Dixon brothers. He knew Glenn would be no help and Marcine could probably attack him. She may have been small but that was her advantage. She was fast, nimble and dare he say flexible. She could get the upper hand on him. Hell, Shane was too proud to admit a few emaciated women had gotten the upper hand on him on more than one occasion.

Shane took a breath and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, we'll just wait here."

"Gonna be waitin awhile," Daryl muttered.

Glenn stepped forward, eyes wide. "M-Maybe we should go back Shane, they can handle this."

Shane stared at Daryl, eyes narrowed and crossed over his shoulder. He sighed, turning around towards the Jeep. "Fuck it…come on Glenn."

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Daryl stomped back into the house, breathing deeply and loudly in anger. He stopped in the doorway to the living room, watching Marcine hold the woman's legs down as she tried to kick at Merle, who was still ruttin into her like a beast.

"Almost got caught!" Daryl growled, looking out the window.

"Ah-calm down lil broth-nngh-er. Lucky that spook came out of hidin when he did," Merle panted.

Daryl turned from the window when he saw the Jeep disappear. "He woulda saw this we'd all be dead," Daryl waved at what was going on in front of him.

Marcine looked around Merle at him, brow creased in confusion as she let the woman's ankles go. She moved around Merle and crouched beside the woman's bobbing head, holding it still long enough to press her ear to her mouth. "She's dead."

Merle gave two long, full thrusts before he groaned, leering at Marcine. Daryl growled and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her behind him. " 'm done, let's bury the bitch and go."

Daryl shook his head as Merle pulled away from the woman, dick dripping blood. "Leave 'er, she'll change soon enough. Get your shit clean and then we'll go."

Merle rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water that had all but materialized from the coffee table. Marcine looked away, threading her fingers through Daryl's. He kept his eyes out the window, looking for any new threat but squeezed her hand in his. Oddly enough he didn't want to lose her, didn't want her to leave him. He had only had his brother for so long he forgot what it was like to have other company, let alone a woman's.

He hadn't lied to her when he said he never raped the women they killed. He was the one that disposed of them, Merle did all the real dirty work. Rapin and torturing em…that was his thing. The men they had killed were testing their limits. Daryl was surprised they hadn't been caught yet, when the outbreak started Daryl knew they could probably flash it but didn't want to risk anything. What he would be risking he was clueless about but better safe than sorry. That pig, Shane, was on to them. He knew something, he was getting bold, but knew he was outnumbered alone with Daryl and Merle. Glenn wouldn't have helped, for Marcine's sake. Daryl had seen the little Asian boy following her around camp when she had first gotten there. It was pathetic and Daryl knew he would never stoop to that level of worthlessness. He was pretty worthless now but following a woman around like a puppy? Hell no.

"Daryl…Daryl come on."

Daryl looked over at Marcine as she tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the door. He nodded and let her pull him along, making sure no one was watching them as they left the house. Just on the threshold of the door he heard the woman reanimating, turning into one of those things. No evidence really. He was glad that spook had come out from hiding. He had been hiding in the kitchen pantry, chased Marcine around until she went outside. Daryl had to admit he was more than pissed when he saw that asshole standing over Marcine.

Merle sat in the driver's seat while Daryl sat in the passenger seat. There was room for Marcine to sit between them, like they had on the ride up, but she sat in Daryl's lap. As they drove Daryl caught her eye and could feel the heat from her sex against his. He swallowed hard and moved a hand up, settling the fingers right above her junction. Killing turned her on, just like it did to Daryl. It took him two years to get aroused by it, not like he was trying or anything, but up until then he had just done it because it was fun. When Merle showed up with tha hooker the first time Daryl was more than scared, of course he didn't show it. He didn't want to go to jail, he was an outdoors man. Not just because he loved to hunt or anything like that, but because he hated being locked in a box. He hated being stuck in a building for too long, school was hell for him.

"No heavy pettin les I get some," Merle's voice broke Daryl and Marcine's stares.

Marcine glared at Merle and Daryl chuckled, leaving his hand where it was. He stretched up, whispering against her ear. "Don' wanna share anyway…" he took her lobe between his teeth and pulled a little before settling back into his seat.

He smirked at the way she was frozen, eyes a little wide from his sudden actions. Daryl had been serious when he told Merle that she was his. He had claimed her the moment he saw her stumbling up that road, covered in blood. He would have preferred a virgin but she would do just find. And he wouldn't dispose of her like all the others. She was going to be his first rape, like it was a planned thing or a business deal. At one point in his life Daryl would be absolutely disgusted with those thoughts but after all these years he learned to embrace it. Seeing what Marcine was capable of…she was a partner now. Merle liked her and wanted to keep her, which was a rare thing so Daryl knew she could get better.

Carol had said she was their pet…if only she knew.