Hey guys! So sorry for the late update! I started my last year of high school and I'm already getting a crapload of work! Sheesh!

Anyways, this chapter is a bit longer than usual and I hope you all enjoy! Thanks so much!

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Badass With A Hint Of Beauty.

JэяяiэHigarashi. © 2O13


"The prisoner has escaped! The prisoner has escaped!"

The team jumped when they heard the loud warning. They all took cover quickly in the shadows, Rick and his partner Shane as well as Isis poked their heads out to see what caused the commotion. The once empty streets were now swarmed with various guards, armed to the teeth.

"Shit. . . what do you think happened? Were we caught?" Glenn asked, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the guards stomp their way right passed them.

"No... someone set off an alarm. Someone they captured escaped." Rick answered, dipping his head back into the alcove so he wouldn't get caught. "It seems that Vixie has escaped." He smirked and shook his head. "She saved us the trouble of looking for her."

"Well what do we do now? We can't just waltz out of here and attempt to take them all head on!" T-Dog warned the leader, leaning against the wall as he waited for the next move to make. Isis on the other hand was itching to move, she knew that Rick was waiting on her call since she was familiar with the environment, but the truth was, she had no idea how to approach this dire situation without getting them all caught and hurt. She hoped her sister would at least show up first before she made a move. She looked away and sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

"We're going to move quietly, take out every guard we come across – quietly." She reiterated, her gray eyes gleaming with determination, even in the darkness. "No guns just yet. Unless you absolutely have to." She turned back around, facing the ruckus in front of them. "Got it? Now let's go." She murmured, peaking around the corner once again. She held her breath, her hand gripped her blade tightly, making her knuckles turn white. Whipping around the car in front of her she saw all of the guards piled in one spot, their flashlights and gun pointing at something she couldn't see.

"Look what I got," Daryl was crouching right next to her, crossbow hanging on his back. He was holding a smoke grenade. Isis quirked a brow at him. Daryl rolled his eyes, annoyed that she didn't catch onto his plan. "We can stun those bastards with this. If that really is Vixie that they're talking to we can swoop in and get her the hell out of there without being seen." He shook the grenade in her hand so she could take it.

"Where in the hell did you get that? Have you been holding that this whole entire time?" Isis snapped, her eyes narrowing at him.

Daryl shrugged. "Took it from that one guard. Was in his pocket so I thought now would be a great time to use it. Now are you gonna take the shit or not?" Isis smirked at his quick thinking and took it out of his hand.

"You know, you're not as dumb as I thought you work, kid." She chuckled softly. "Okay guys, here we go. Let's hope this thing buys us enough time to get my big sis out. I want to hurry up and get the hell out of here." She pulled the clip from it and immediately threw the can in the direction of the guards.

Daryl smirked to himself. "Yeah, I could say the same about you too, princess." A crooked grin laced with a hint of lust for blood played along his lips, it has been a while since he had a good fight. This would be a perfect for him to take out his frustration that's been building up inside him on his targets.

"What the hell was that!?"

The thick white smoke began spilling out of the can, blinding everyone and everything in it's path, startling the guards.


Artemis' eyes grew wide when she saw the smoke filtering the outside, and coming straight towards her. Her heart fluttered. Could it be? Was she being saved? Her eyes drooped and she knew that it was time. She backed away the screaming of the guards startling her. The light rays filtered through the smoke and she gasped, turning around to run away before she got caught again. Skidding around the corner in her bare feet she hopped over boxes and wooden crates that were in her path but the drug had already began going through her system. Her movements were slow. Her rational thinking was beginning to fade and her vision was failing her. The only thing keeping her moving was just sheer will power of escaping. The sounds of gunfire rang through her ears and she knew whoever threw that grenade was probably caught now. She had to keep going. Blurriness finally sunk in and she stopped – already out of breath – leaning against the wall as she was at the end of the narrow alleyway. She groaned, her legs quivered underneath her.

"No . . ." She whispered weakly to herself. "No. . . stay. . . awake, dammit." She moved, albeit this time she was walking, supporting herself against anything she came across. Before she collapsed she noticed she was on the other side of the man made town. Noticing the opening in the metal barricade in front of her. A weak smile took the place of her frown as she staggered to it, fighting the affects of the drug as much as she could. But she was holding on only by a hair.

Unfortunately however, before she could reach the opening to sneak out, she let out one last breath before she collapsed on the hard ground below her. Her dark tresses splayed over her face.


Sounds of sharp blades piercing hot flesh were heard. The howls and screams of the victims perishing before the team's eyes were only felt. Thick smoke infiltrated the area as the team fought their way through. Daryl and Rick had no problems grabbing each guard and sinking their most favored blades into them. Glenn struggled at first (even getting sliced previously) but quickly motivated himself and his pace and ferocity matched Rick's to an extent. T-Dog was careful as he analyzed his enemies when they crossed his path. His eyes were narrowed to slits as he grappled the men by the collar of their suits – slitting their throats in the process, leaving their bodies for the rest of the confused men to trip over them.

Isis on the other hand snarled as she violently stabbed each man she came across, her body twisted and twirled around her new teammates even though her vision was limited. The ground finally made it out of the thickness and into the opening where Vixie previously was. Blood decorated each of the members faces as they panted, guiding each other through the dark place. Isis however pushed through, noticing that only dead bodies lay in front of her and she growled, her dry – yet pink lips peeled back from her teeth in anger, her gray eyes searching everywhere.

"She's not here! My big sister isn't here!" Her fists were curled tightly as she angrily searched around. Nothing. She had half a mind to unravel herself and emit a deep screech and go on a rampage – killing anyone and everyone to get find her only piece of family left. Blood boiled deep inside her. Her hair began to flare in the midst of her heated anger. She knew exactly who was behind this and everyone was going to pay for his fault.

Daryl noticed this quality of Vixie's younger sister. They both shared a trait that he had himself. A short temper. He watched the angry woman search and search for her sister. His eyes narrowed. He saw one of the lifeless bodies move. He advanced towards it, and he was right. This dude was still half alive. Shallow breaths exited his bloodied lips as he eyed Daryl.

The redneck knelt down in front of the half dead soldier, he grabbed his neck, telling Isis to shut up for a second. "Hmm, it seems the prisoner got you good eh?" Daryl smirked. Even though Vixie was the captive, she made sure to leave her mark behind. "Where's the prisoner? Give me a straight answer or I'll end your life, right now." Daryl's voice was low and menacing. His bowie knife poked rather harshly on the soldiers neck and the latter grunted in pain. His voice was low and gurgle-y as he was choking on his blood.

"Spit it out you bastard! I don't have time for this!" Isis gripped the man's collar and shook him, her voice dripping with venom. Her eyes dark with obvious anger and hatred.

"I. . .the prisoner. . . she. . . she escaped." He coughed for a few minutes, blood spattering his lips. "Went. . . around the corner. . . after the smoke. . . rolled in."

Daryl closed his eyes. "Yeah, after she finished slicing your ass." He stood up, following Rick and the others as they rounded the corner cautiously. Isis growled and drove her large buck knife into the man's heart, silencing his last sounds so they wouldn't be caught. Instead of taking precaution herself, she pushed herself through the group, heading forward – switching her knife for her gun instead.

"We're switching to guns now. Stay alert and keep close." Shane was right behind Isis as she was almost running down the alley. He felt the urge to keep a good eye on her, whether Rick ordered him to do so or not. He stopped around a corner just in case and pushed forward, Rick taking the lead this time with Glenn at the rear of them all, keeping watch.

"Rick, we really have to find the person behind this. Chances are that whoever ordered this to happen to Vixie is bound to come and find her again. We have to take out the person who created this place." T-Dog nodded, agreeing with the Asian. This thing wasn't over.

Not until the official leader was killed.

"Well first before we get ahead of ourselves, we should really find Vixie before it's too late." Shane muttered mostly to himself as he continued forward. He watched the girl ahead of them all push the boxes and crates out of the way until she finally stopped. A loud gasp was heard.

Daryl frowned and ran ahead, not caring about being careful or being on watch. He knew that Isis had finally found her sister, but judging by the sound of her gasp, it wasn't good.

"Sis! Sis! Wake up!" Isis heaved her identical sister into her arms, gently shaking her. Her eyes widened as Artemis was not responding to her touch nor waking up. Isis' heart beat dropped as she figured that she was too late. She quickly inspected Artemis' body. She only had minor wounds, cuts and bruises. Nothing life-threatening.

Isis was confused. Why wasn't she waking up?

She panicked and laid her head on her chest. A heartbeat was heard and tears welled in her eyes. She sniffed and checked her pulse. It was a tad bit slow but strong. She quickly swiped the wetness from her eyes and hugged her sister to her. She was alright. She was finally safe.

Daryl slid next to Isis after she finished embracing the unconscious girl. His blue eyes softened, gently placing his arms underneath her back and lifting her into his arms, brushing her wild hair out of her face. "Hey. . ." He murmured softly, using his arms to shake her. After a few seconds had passed, the group was finally together and Daryl frowned. Looking up towards the younger twin, his voice was gruff, arms trembling with. . . slight fear that she might be . . .

"Why isn't she. . . why isn't she awake. What's wrong with her?" He asked, watching the sibling close her eyes, shaking her head.

"I don't know. . . But she's alive and well. That's all that matter's to me. . ." She muttered back to him, her hand on her sister's cheek. "It seems she noticed the opening – where we came in from – and she tried to escape, but she collapsed instead."

Glenn gulped, checking Vixie's head. There were no gashes or deep cuts or dents. She was fine. He checked her arms and legs. He stopped at the bottom of her leg, grunting as he found out what might be the problem. There was a bruise with a prick mark. As if she were stabbed with a needle. His slanted eyes narrowed as he thought deep and hard. "It seems she was drugged. This mark on her leg is no ordinary bruise or splinter mark. Those people who held her captive drugged her. They knew she'd become a problem if she wasn't handled properly."

Isis's gray eyes dulled even more as she turned around. Her lips peeled back from her teeth. She started trudging forward.

"Hey! Just where the hell do you think you're going? We just got your damn sister back! We have to go before we get caught again!" Shane growled, tempted to follow Isis but Rick stopped him, shaking his head, warning him. Isis continued with her journey forward.

"I'll be back. You guys get out of here. I'll be right behind you when I get done with this." She called out once, ignoring the warnings the others gave her. T-Dog rose an eyebrow. As much as she was ranting about getting her sister save and back to her again, she was turning around and leaving.

"Yeah but we just got her-" He was cut off by Isis growling louder, her body twisting swiftly to face them, fire was burning deeply in her eyes.

"Dammit! I said leave!" She warned them one last time.

Daryl adjusted Vixie in his arms as he tried to call after her sister but she wouldn't listen so he (and the others) were forced to leave without her. He heard loud voices in front of them and he quickly (but gently) brought the unconscious Vixie through the metal opening without cutting her at all. He slipped through next, standing up and hoisting her into his arms with ease. With her in his arms, he could not defend himself without getting the girl (or himself for that matter) hurt.

Weak snarls and growls were heard when he adjusted himself again. He only dared to look up to see over a dozen walkers at the end of the barricade. The noise the opening made had seemed to attract them and now those dead bastards were heading straight toward them. Daryl growled, holding Vixie tightly to his chest as he backed away. He reached for his knife, making sure to keep his distance from the infected corpses.

"Daryl! You heard what she said! Get the hell out of here! We'll cover for you! Just keep going!" Glenn hollered to the redneck after stabbing one of the dead in the eye. He didn't bother to repeat himself as he knew that Daryl wasn't going to question them or refuse. Watching Daryl turn around, beginning to run, he turned back around along with the rest of the group to keep the walkers off his back.

"Son of a bitch! All of this fucking fighting must have attracted these bastards!" Shane cursed to his partner, slicing away at two walkers before backing away to dodge the next swipe from another dead body. Rick's face was twisted in a frustrated one. He didn't have the patience nor time to waste on fighting off the walkers. He'd end up getting his team killed and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He watched as more and more of the infected corpses pile more and more towards them, their numbers growing. It was beginning to turn into a herd."Everyone stop and get out of here! There's too many for us to handle!" He ordered and without hesitation the others retreated, though Shane couldn't help but stay behind a while longer.

"Hey! What about that chick! I'm almost sure that these things will be making their way into this place once we outrun them! She won't be able to make it out alive without help!" He was pulled by his partner.

"Shane! We don't have time to discuss this. She ordered us to get out of here with Vixie safe! And that's exactly what we're doing!" Rick rolled his eyes as Shane was about to argue, he immediately cut him off. "Look brother! Do you think she survived long enough out here alone to just sit here and die in a place like this? After she saved her identical sister on top of that? She'll be fine! It's US we have to worry about!"

Shane's mouth opened but he closed it afterward when he realized that Rick was absolutely right. She couldn't die like this. After all she's suffered to find her sister. She wouldn't die. . . right? As he ran behind T-Dog, he pondered over and over about the girl that looked exactly like the girl Daryl was carrying, whom he was slightly annoyed with.

"Yeah, I hope you're right man. . ."


Blood.

That's all she wanted.

She wanted to feel his blood on her hands. She was going to obliterate him for what he's done to her sister. She made her way to exactly where she figured that Jacob would be hiding at.

"Mommy, what's going on? Why is there so much noise going on outside?

"Honey get back inside, I'm sure Jacob has a reasonable explanation for this okay?"

Isis chuckled to herself. She watched the mother narrow her eyes as she walked, pushing her child back into their residence. If she only knew how. . .how corrupted their "leader" was. She was just one of the very lucky few who hasn't been fucked over by him yet.

Isis pushed those thoughts out of her head. She'd be the one to exterminate the pest that ruined part of her life that the dead had managed to take. Kicking the door open, she armed herself with her pistol – the assault rifle wrapped snuggly around her shoulder, diagonally down her body. Looking left and right, it seemed as if the coast was clear. She continued on. The room was dark and warm, unoccupied by any man. Heading upstairs, she made sure she was being heard. Her feet stomped rather harshly against the concrete steps.

Isis' boiling blood warmed her body as it gave her a shiver down her spine. Her body trembled with the anticipation of killing of her most wanted enemy. She smirked at how bloodthirsty she has become in just a few months. Letting out a warm breath of air, she stopped at the last door. It was very suspicious that he had no guards surrounding the place.

Hands on the doorknob, she shoved it open forcefully, the back of it banging against the concrete wall, shattering a few pieces of it in the process.

It was empty.

She lowered her weapon, looking around quickly.

The fucking room was empty. Her teeth ground together. She stomped to his desk, picking up a picture of Jacob's previous family. She huffed and chucked it towards the wall. The glass encasing the picture shattered into a hundred shards, flying everywhere. The fake golden frame wrought into various shapes. She growled louder, sitting down in his chair, making herself comfortable. She looked through the sheets of paper that lay scattered on his desk. Uninterested in them, she simply pushed them onto the floor. She chuckled to herself, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and placed one to her mouth – still giggling. She sighed and shook her head, lighting it up with his lighter, placing both the pack and lighter into her pocket.

She inhaled the nicotine deeply, closing her eyes as it burned her throat and chest going down. The sharp pain made her smile. It made her feel alive. Folding her leg on the chair with her knee pointing towards the ceiling, she leaned back and spun in the chair until she was looking out of the window, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Trashing the place was one things on her to-do list before she permanently left this thing. She tore down the blinds on the window, throwing them to the side so she could get a better look outside. "Hmph, Jacob you fucking pussy. . ." She murmured to herself. She finished her cigarette, flicking it at the closed window.

Several minutes passed as Isis sat there, staring out at the window, until something hard pressed against her temple and an arm was wrapped around her neck as tight as it could be, cutting off her air supply.

"On the contrary sweetheart, I've got you where exactly I want you to be."


Omg! Cliffhanger!

This chapter was pretty intense! I really loved the feelings that Daryl are beginning to develop for Artemis! Isis is just as bad ass as her twin sister! Thanks so much for reviewing you guys! Please keep it up and I promise to try and update faster for you guys!

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JerrieHigarashi. :D