A New World

Jason's Revenge

Jason's pov

Merle won't let us go. We're still his prisoners. Miranda hasn't moved or talked or eaten since the incident. If I got my hands on Merle I'd kill him with his own knife hand or whatever he calls that attachment. Cheryl follows him in the room we're being held captive in. "but sir, the town's people are starving!" she shouts. "don't care. I've got food." hey says. "you're their leader, you're supposed to take care of them!" she yelps, shocked. I stand up. "he's not the leader! I am and I'll fight for the position!" I shout, furious. "thank goodness." Cheryl says. I smile at her. "somebody please get her to eat something." I say. Glenn nods and scoots closer to her. "I've got a bone to pick with this jerk anyway." merle smiles. "fine, if ya think you can beat me." He says, mockingly. "oh I don't think, I know I can beat your piece of shit hick self."

Miranda's pov

They leave but I don't care. Glenn tries to get me to eat but of course I won't. "get out of my face before I lay you flat!" I screech. Keely starts crying and I instantly soften my voice. "Glenn please just leave me be." I whimper, beggingly. He sighs and lowers his hand.

Jason's pov

He lunges at me with that stupid knife hand again. I'm sick of that thing. I grab hold of that arm and unravel the surgical tape and rip the knife off. He stares at me shocked. I wield the old rusty knife in my hand. Rusty! This thing got me! Oh I hope I don't get tetanus! I run at him and he punches the air as I duck his fist. I may be shorter but I fight much better. I cut his stomach with the knife and his inner organs fall out. I scream and drop the knife in disgust. I try not to throw up as a crowd has gathered. I fall back breathing heavily and staring at the awful sight. He's gasping for air and screaming in pain. As much as I hate him, this is torture. I can't leave him like this. Then I think of Miranda. She hasn't gotten over what he did to her. I stand up, forcing myself to look at him and trying as hard as I can not to vomit. I wipe his blood off on my jeans. "you deserve everything you're getting." He stares at me with pleading eyes. "please just kill me!" He begs. I grin. "no. You've fucked up my life, now I'm returning the favor." I gripe. His face is as pale as can be. Is it horrible for me to be happy at seeing him in so much pain. I look around at the crowd. They've stopped cheering and their faces are horrified. "don't worry, I've gotten rid of merle." I say. The looks don't change. They think I'm a monster. "He deserves what he's getting! He's killed innocent people and he didn't care if you guys starved! He raped my wife who is sitting upstairs and has been for several days without moving. He said he didn't care if you all had food since he did. So I think he deserves this." I shout. They murmur to themselves and I don't know if it's good or bad. I turn back to Merle who is now dead. His blank stare on the sky. I walk back toward my office. She still hasn't moved. "she did threaten me, so she talked." Glenn says. I sit beside her. "please hun ya have to eat. Ya haven't eaten in a week." I say. She shakes her head, her arms shaking like crazy. I set a hand on her arm. She swats me away. "p-please d-don't touch me." she stammers. I sigh. "what do we do?" keely asks. I shrug, staring at my boots, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, still stained with Merle's blood. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I see just how horrible what I did was. I stand up to go wash my hands but she shoots her arm out grabbing my pants leg. "don't go, not again, please!" she begs. I sit back down beside her. The question in my mind is written on everyone's face except Miranda of course because she's still in shock. What's our next move?