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Forever Rising Phoenix	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 7147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT, AMC, ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, OR BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), DAVID KLEIN AND THE JELLY BELLY COMPANY, AND SIMON AND GARFUNKEL, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
WARNING: VERY STRONG VIOLENCE!
Chapter Twenty One: Live or Let Die
Delilah kept screaming against the tape and furiously wiggling her body, trying to escape, but it was of no use. Tyler got on his knees and looped his fingers into her panties. "You'll never forget about me when I'm through with you, Delilah, I'm making sure of that."
Her vision was blurrier than ever now, and Delilah thought she was hallucinating when the last thing she saw before everything went to black as a familiar head of brown hair storming into the room and grabbing Tyler by the back of the neck…
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER, JELLBANY PARKING LOT
Daryl was in the Jellbany parking lot, fixing up his chopper. Even though he planned on using one of the trucks, it had been three months since he was with his chopper, and it was always when he felt at peace the most, working on his bike. His baby. It made him mellow out and disregard the problems of the world, but it also got him thinking of Delilah. Rick was right, she stuck her neck out getting the group together again, and he was a total jerk to her, especially after she changed her mind about Carol. Albeit, there was an ulterior motive, but she still changed her mind. Delilah had proven that she was trustworthy and good on her word by risking her life to get Carl's picture. Daryl may be a redneck, but he knew better.
I hate being wrong, but I can't always be right. I should go thank her and apologize, too.
Daryl heavily sighed, he hadn't seen Delilah since they got back, she must have been in her room. He put the tools away and started heading over to Home Base, formulating an apology of sorts in his head.
FIVE MINUTES EARLIER, LEISURE ZONE
Rick was once again staring off into space, watching the groups at dinner. Glenn decided to honor Hershel's proposed tradition of Spaghetti Tuesdays on Wednesdays, which everybody seemed to like. They were all talking and laughing together, the kids were running around. Carl hadn't spoken to him much since Delilah left or when she got back, he spent the rest of the day by himself or with Brock and Jason, who Rick noticed would look over at him and smirk or nod their heads approvingly. Delilah hadn't been down since she returned, and it was killing Rick to wait until midnight to see her. Why didn't she think he could come up with an answer in three hours, did she doubt their relationship? He had only been in love one other time in his life, he knew the feeling, and he knew he had it with Delilah.
This is ridiculous, I can't wait until midnight. I love her, she needs to know now.
With that, Rick got up and began the walk to Home Base, knowing exactly what he was going to say to Delilah.
HOME BASE STAIRWELL, FIVE MINUTES LATER
Rick walked into the stairwell and heard footsteps walking up the stairs. "Hello?"
Daryl popped his head out over the third level banister. "Hey, Rick."
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He was surprised to see Daryl, but figured maybe he was going to sleep early to search for Carol in the morning.
"I thought over what you said about Delilah, she really did do a lot, and I wasn't exactly grateful to her. I came here to apologize and say thanks for everything."
Rick smiled. "That's very nice, I'm sure she'll appreciate it."
They were interrupted by what sounded like screaming, but couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Did you hear that?" They both looked around.
"Sometimes the building echoes, it's the loudest in here."
"Hmm." Daryl nodded. "Anyways, why are you here?"
"Same as you, I have something important to discuss with Delilah." He tried to hide the smile, but Daryl could still see it in the dim light.
"Yeah, something important is code for makeup sex, huh?"
Rick chuckled and was about to answer when they both heard music blaring. They stopped and listened closely, making out "Bridge Over Troubled Water".
"Is that that Garfield and Friends song?"
"Simon and Garfunkel. It's…" Rick stopped mid sentence, his mind flashing back on something Delilah told him.
SEPTEMBER 20th, RIDE TO LUMPKIN
"I love all types of music, there's always a song to describe any kind of mood I'm in, even when I have the blues."
"What songs do you play for those?" Rick asked, looking over at her as he drove.
"There's quiet a lot, but one in particular is "Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkel. If you ever hear me playing that song, then you'll know something is wrong, but ever since I met you, I haven't had those feelings anymore."
He smiled. "Good, I'm glad. We should keep it that way."
"Bridge Over Troubled Water." Something was wrong, he could feel it, and the screaming must have been hers. Delilah was in some sort of trouble, he had to help her. Rick looked frantically at Daryl. "RUN! HURRY!" They both ran up the stairs, Rick speeding to catch up with Daryl, until they got to the top.
Daryl ran down the end of the hall and burst through into Delilah's room, where he saw her on the ground, her hands and feet tied up, duct tape over her mouth, and in her undergarments, that creepy guy Tyler bent over her. He grabbed Tyler by the back of the neck and threw him across the room, knocking him into the wall.
Rick walked into the room and the sight of his Delilah bound, gagged, and bloody left him petrified. "Delilah!" He ran over as Daryl was beating the crap out of Tyler, pulling out his knife and cut the duct tape from her ankles and wrists, then gently took the tape off her mouth to find Tyler's socks were stuffed inside and her lips bleeding. Disgusted and horrified, he took them out and tried to wake Delilah up. "Delilah, I've got you, wake up!" Rick tried to lightly slap her face, but nothing was working, she was out.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE REAL SLICK, TRYING TO FORCE YOURSELF ON A GIRL?" Daryl punched and kicked Tyler as hard as he could, making him cry.
"No, no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Daryl wrapped his hand around Tyler's throat and lifted him up. "Bullshit, she was tied up like a hog, of course you meant to! Now, you're gonna see what it's like to be helpless." He carried him over to the window, opened it, and dangled his body out the window. "Hey, Rick. You want me to drop this motherfucker?" Tyler screamed wildly into the night and begged Daryl to bring him back in. He looked down at him. "Shut up, now I'm gonna be hanging on by your collar!" Without warning, his hand left Tyler's neck, leaving him in midair, before swiftly grabbing his collar, all of this making Tyler scream more.
Rick looked over at Daryl dangling Tyler from the window. He never had a good feeling about that kid, and now he hated him. Tyler had tried to rape Delilah, all because he couldn't accept that she was interested in Rick and not him. If he hadn't arrived when he did, Tyler would have succeeded. The thought of that made Rick's blood go hot and his temper rise. "No, bring him back, I want my turn."
"Fine." Daryl let go of Tyler's collar, regaining the grip on his neck, and threw him back into the room before heading to Delilah. He was trying everything not to look at her barely clothed body, but he snuck a couple glances. "Delilah, wake up." Nothing. "Spoiled Princess Bitch, wake the fuck up." Still nothing. Daryl sat with her as Rick walked over to Tyler, looking down at this deranged freak only made him angrier and his handsome face was now etched in a furious fierce look.
"YOU TIED HER UP, STUFFED YOUR SOCKS DOWN HER THROAT, TORTURED HER, AND YOU WERE GONNA RAPE HER?!" He raised his foot and stomped on Tyler's crotch as hard as he could, making him scream and wail in pain. "YOU DON'T GET TO SCREAM, YOU TWISTED SON OF A BITCH! DELILAH WAS SCREAMING BECAUSE OF YOU!" Rick got on his knees, punching Tyler as hard as he could and without mercy. The sound of bones cracking only made him punch harder, Tyler's face was a bloody mess.
"PLEASE STOP!"
"YOU WANT ME TO STOP, HUH? DELILAH WANTED YOU TO STOP AND YOU DIDN'T!" Rick punched him again, taking out all his rage on him.
"I wanna live!" Tyler was crying, his face covered in tears and blood, which made Rick wrap both hands around his neck as tight as they could, and brought Tyler up to face him as he wheezed and choked for breath. Rick stared him down irately.
"YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY'S GIRL, ASSHOLE. DELILAH IS MINE AND I LOVE HER. I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE, TONIGHT, AND FOR GOOD. IF YOU EVEN TRY TO COME BACK, I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Rick was snarling to the point where he was actually spitting in Tyler's face.
"Yes! Yes! I understand!"
"Are you serious, man? You're gonna let him go scot free? He tried to fuck your woman against her will!"
"Rick! Daryl!"
They both looked in the doorway to see Glenn and Maggie rushing in and Maggie practically screamed at the sight in front of her. Rick on top of Tyler, choking him, an unconscious Delilah in the corner with Daryl standing over her. "Oh, my god! Delilah!" She ran over and dropped on the ground, trying to wake her up.
Glenn turned to Rick. "We heard screaming and came up here to see what was going on."
Maggie glanced over at them, not wanting to ask, but fear and concern made her. "Rick, did he-"
"No, we got here just in time." He stood up.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were watering. How could somebody do such a thing to somebody like Delilah? This all made her think back on what The Governor did, the humiliation and the helplessness. Neither her nor Delilah deserved it, but this time, they could properly punish the criminal. Maggie got to her feet and went over to Tyler, stomping on his stomach, which made him scream.
"SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU, YOU MONSTER! ROT IN HELL!"
"Maggie!" Glenn pulled her away from Tyler as she kicked him in the ribs.
"Yeah, and Rick wants to banish him, I say we kill the fucker. It's just like this Randall mess all over again. Live or let die."
"It's "Live AND Let Die", not "Live or Let Die." Rick said, to which Daryl scoffed.
"Whatever, what I said fits better. Live OR Let Die, I vote die."
The room was silent except for Tyler's breathing and whining. Everybody looked at Rick for the answer. He wanted to kill him, but didn't want to further exasperate things. "I think after the beating we've given him that if he ever came back, he knows he's a dead man walking. I wouldn't give him more than a day out there, we're pretty much sending him out to die."
Maggie nodded. "I think it's best that he leave, also. He seems pretty spooked." She thought of what her father would do, and having Tyler leave would be the decision she knew Hershel would make.
"I agree. I never liked him, you guys, he always gave me the creeps, especially since that night you and Delilah left to find Michonne, he was all cryptic to claim her as his own. We have to get him as far away from her as possible." Glenn was also heartbroken at the thought of what could have transpired, Tyler needed to go once and for all.
"Then it's settled. Glenn and Daryl, you escort him out. Don't give him anything. Provisions, weapons, a car, he leaves here with the clothes on his back. With the extent of his injuries, he's not gonna make it past the night. Either way, nobody is going to miss him."
Daryl huffed. "I think this is ridiculous, but whatever, man. It's your girl, do what you gotta do to protect her. Come on, Glenn, help me carry this jackass out." He walked over, Glenn grabbed one of Tyler's arms while Daryl grabbed the other, and they dragged him out, all the way to the stairwell. They were at the top of the stairs when Glenn stopped Daryl.
"Hey, mind if I take a shot?"
He smiled. "No problem, be my guest."
Daryl held Tyler's arms to his sides while Glenn stood in front of him, a menacing look on his face. "If you even think about coming back here, Korea's gonna fuck you up, bitch. This is what you get for trying to attack my sister." He hauled back and punched Tyler in the jaw, the impact sent him out of Daryl's arms and tumbling down the stairs. The two of them stood there with their mouths open as they watched Tyler rolling down the stairs, thinking he would stop at the landings, but he just kept rolling until he was on the first floor, groaning. The guys were awestruck, it was miraculous that he survived falling down five flights of steps, and rather unfortunate. Daryl burst into laughter.
"Holy Shit! Where did that come from?"
Glenn turned to Daryl and shrugged. "Like I said, I always hated him, and he had it coming." He chuckled timidly at Daryl's proud smirk.
"I didn't think you had it in you, you always amaze me. Come on, we're not done with him yet, but that fall will surely make him walker bait." Daryl patted Glenn on the shoulder, and they made their way down the stairs.
JELLBANY ENTRANCE
"Get out and stay out, you piece of garbage!" Daryl threw Tyler onto the pavement, watching him tumble and catch his breath.
"Hey, Tyler." Glenn called out, to which he was barely wheezing. "You ever see The Lion King?" He watched Tyler nod before kneeling down on the ground and getting in his face. "Then you know the famous speech. "Run. Run away and never return."" He got up and spit in Tyler's face before walking back to Daryl.
"I don't think he'll be doing much running, more like crawling." The two of them laughed as they walked back inside.
It took a while, but Tyler finally got to his feet, feeling like he had a thousand needles in his body. He felt like he didn't have much longer, but he had to get the hell away from Jellbany and those crazy people, they were untouchable. As he started limping away, he heard shuffling foot steps close by and a voice call out to him, one that wasn't easily recognizable.
"Tyler, wait! Don't go!"
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND COULD HAVE POSSIBLY CALLED OUT TO TYLER AND WHY DON'T THEY WANT HIM TO LEAVE ? THE GANG REALLY DID A NUMBER ON HIM, WILL HE SURVIVE? RICK AND DARYL WERE THE MOST BRUTAL, BUT YOU GOTTA LOVE WHEN RICK'S PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS KICK IN! WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN DELILAH WAKES UP? CHAPTER TWENTY TWO COMING SOON!
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