Daryl Dixon: A Beautiful Disaster (SEQUEL)

Chapter 8: A Bombshell

Daryls P.O.V

"What do you mean he ain't here?" Clint spits out angrily once we're inside the other compound. This one is smaller than the other by a large margin. A part of it in the back is burnt to the ground, some smoke still emitting into the night. The smell still lingering heavily.

"Shit was resolved" a man returns, an arm draped with an assault rifle a bruise across his jawline.

Clint huffs out "how long ago? We didn't see him out there."

"Few hours back." He says.

"Well, what now?" I ask, ready to get back to the other compound and get Shannon out of there. With him here I figured she'd be safe there for now. But if he's going there and beats us to her, who knows if he'd get what he wanted, then she'll never forgive me, never want to see me again.

"Whose that fucker?" The man calls out to us.

"Forget it, let's go!" Clint turns his back to the gate and heads out. Nobody stops him and Rosita and I follow him back. We get to the truck and he speeds off, forgetting to have us put on the head bags. We stay silent, aware of that advantage and I bite the inside of my lip thinking about what's happening right now back that the main headquarters.

Shannon's P.O.V.

"Presentation is this evening. Let's get you dolled up!" A women comes into the barn. She's skinny, like beyond normal skinny. She appears to be around my age with a short pixie cut and fair skin to go with her light red hair. She goes to unlock my chain and I decide this may be my time to attack. If she's the only one getting me I can get her down and get out of the barn and try to hide to make a plan. As she unlocks it I notice a blade tucked into her jeans, the edge covered in blood. I keep my eyes trained on it but she must have noticed it because she shifts her body on a way that it wouldn't be accessible without a struggle. "I know what you're thinking and I'm not as weak as I look." She smiles at me and grabs my shoulder to pull me up off the ground.

I huff as she pulls me and we begin walking out of the barn. I glance over to where I figured Lisa was and see a dark skinned brunette women lying on the ground in the stall. The sunrise shining through the cracks, showing the stained tears down her face as our eyes connect I can feel the fear come off of her and find its way into me. I'm brought into a small home and asked to sit in a chair in front of a mirror "what is this?" I finally ask after looking around.

She chuckles "exactly what it looks like, a salon."

"You've got to be kidding me?" I spit out in disbelief. They are actually getting me ready, as in a make over! The women comes over and puts her hand over my hair, feeling it. I slap her hand away "get away from me!" I snarl.

She puts her hands on her hips and stares at me "I can tie your hands too if that's how this is going to go." She waits for a response. I don't give her one so she puts her hand back on my head and I slap at it again. She sighs going to walk away "fine." I hear her say while bending down to get something. I try to untie the rope around my ankles but she's already back and pulling at my hair to pull me up "this isn't my first rodeo" she says as she yanks at it.

"Mine either" I grit back pulling my head in the opposite direction and moving my arm around to hit her. I get her in the chest and she huffs out annoyed and hopefully in pain, she goes to tug again but I manage to get my arm up and hit her in the face with my fist.  She releases my hair but grabs the knife from the table on the side. It quickly goes against my neck and I stiffen with the cold blade resting on my jugular.

I sit up further in the seat as she presses it against my neck. "You want more scars?" She asks, moving it up to my cheek and cutting it.

I wince as it slices my skin and this time she waits for me to respond "no" I finally cave in and she puts the knife back into her belt loop. She ties my hands to the chair and puts her hands back onto my hair. After a few moments she reaches for a brush and brushes through the knots. "I'm thinking auburn, maybe some deep low lights underneath."

"You're going to dye my hair? Really?" I ask baffled by everything that's happening right now.

"Maybe" she pipes back with a smile and leaves me alone in the room.

She doesn't tell me where she is going or when she'll be back but after a few minutes without her returning I work at moving my wrists against the rope, trying to loosen them enough to get one hand out. Just as my right hand wriggles enough to get out I hear foot steps approach the door "shit" I mumble putting my wrist back against the arm rest, hoping she doesn't notice how loose it is.

"Sir, she's not ready! I didn't work on her yet!" I hear the women say to someone.

I flip my head to the door and stare down the man himself. His blank look turns when our eyes meet and an evil grin plasters across his face. His cracked lips form around his teeth. "Well, well, look whose back! Welcome home Shay." He says my name, my stomach turning and dropping at the same time.

"This is not my home." I growl to him, keeping my stare as he comes closer.

"Give us some time, Cookie." He turns to the women who brought me in here and she quickly leaves us, the door shutting quietly behind her. "I usually don't see my girls before the ceremony but I just had to make an exception for you!" He gets closer.

"And why is that?" I ask him, keeping what little is in me down with a gulp. I try to keep myself composed but I'm trembling being this close to this man.

He's now behind me, staring at me through the mirror "well, ya managed to escape from my best men without a trace, that was special." He says.

"Apparently not special enough." I grit back. I slowly twist my left wrist, knowing I may need to fight right now if I don't want what's coming to me to happen.

"Aww, it's more than that peanut," he puts his hand on my cheek, rubbing at the blood that dried there. "Imagine mah surprise when I come back from roundin' up my cattle to learn my escapee has returned." He slowly starts to come around the chair "so I grabbed me some scotch and turned on the tapes." He lowers himself so he's eye to eye with me. His body between my legs.

"I watched yours first, was ready to see mah girl again. I've been left with just one Polaroid yanno." He pulls it out of his pocket and shows it to me.

I spit at it, some splattering onto him "you're a pig!" I scream out, pulling my right hand out of the rope. I thrust my fist with everything I can into his nose. He stumbles onto his ass and I get my other hand out of the rope. He stumbles to his knees holding his face and cursing at me while I get my right foot untied. I kick him in the crotch the hardest I can to give myself more time to get my other foot out and leave. Right as I work through the knot a hand comes across my face, slapping me hard. I slump down into the chair and everything spins around me. "Come on, kill me now." I beg him as he stands over me, hands coming to my throat.

He tightens his hands just enough so it is hard to breathe "yew didn't let me finish. Now, don't do that again." He lowers his head a bit, but keeps himself over me. He breathes heavily onto me, the liquor oozing off his breath "yanno, I was very intrigued when yew dropped the name you did. Didn't think I'd hear it ever again." I wrack my brain trying to think of what he means, what name I said in my tape. He lets me think for only a few seconds before going on "I always thought I'd see the other one again, knew he'd survive this world. But him, he was soft."

"What are you talking about?" I ask through a choke, my head finally slowing down from spinning.

He chuckles "I turned on the next tape, and I shit you not, there he was. My son, Daryl." He grins wickedly and just as he releases my neck I release the content of my stomach over the side of the chair.