The Wife Like No Other

E I G H T (PT. 1)

Gun shots ring through the air waking the young girl. Mabel shoots up in her bed and out from under the covers.

She moves the chair out of the doorway and creeps down the stairs to see the commotion outside. She gets into the used to be living room and peers out the window.

There she sees a familiar face, Simon. It's Simon and his men looking for her. She rushes back up the stairs and grabs her bag. She cracks the window I'm the room to listen in on the conversation between Simon and Arat.

"Boss doesn't want her hurt." Arat argues.

"She's a runaway, she deserves to be punished." He tells her, Simon steps towards the rest of his bustling men.

"If anyone finds her tell me and I'll deal with her!" Simon shouts. "If you kill her, I'll put your head on a spike!" He threatens. Mabel has never seen someone quite as angry as Simon. It's not like she killed someone, she thinks to herself.

The men rush out and start to look in the nearby woods, Mabel watched Arat enter the house she's staying in.

Mabel heads to the bathroom and opens the window as far as it will go, it's just large enough for her to squeeze through.

Her small bag goes first then her legs, she lands on her feet on the uneven ground but not without rolling her ankle.

She groans at the instant pain but carries on limping into the dense woods. Behind her in the bathroom Arat looks out the open window and sees Mabel. She doesn't say anything and continues her part of the search.

Mabel runs with a limp into the forest swerving around trees and stumps. Behind her she hears twigs snapping and leaves rustling. It sounds too fast for a bitter though.

"Get back here you little bitch!" Simon yells out, Negan isn't here or Simon wouldn't be acting all manic. The thought that Negan didn't go looking for her crosses her mind making her disappointed.

"Please leave me alone!" Mabel cries back at the man following her.

"I'm taking you back there no matter what! Alive or dead!" Simon yells after her. His pace picks up and he grabs Mabel's arm jerking her back.

She lands on a ground groaning because of her now sore butt. She inches backwards away from the intimidating man in front of her.

Simon kneels down and balances on the tips of his feet, "Wanna tell me why you ran away?" He insists.

"I don't want to be there anymore. I want to be alone." Mabel stutters.

"A little girl like you can't survive out here alone." Simon teases, he moves closer and his rough hand grabs her cheeks under her chin tightly. "I'm going to make sure you never run away again." He threatens.

Simon pulls out his hunting knife from its back belt pocket and twirls it in his hand. "Let's start by ruining that pretty face." The tip of his knife drags deeply across her cheek cutting her flesh.

Mabel let's our a yelp at the pain and tries to pull away. "Not so fast, bitch."

His knife drags down about Mabel's eye brow and down her cheek barely missing the eye. Leaving a huge cut vertically across her face.

Tears run down her cheeks mixing with the red blood. She's pissed, so pissed off she wants to kill the man. She's never been that angry before.

Her leg underneath Simon quickly rises nailing him right in the crotch incapacitating him for a moment. He rolls on the first ground and holds his jewels.

Mabel grabs his gun and points it at him. "Put that down, girl. You don't know how to use it." He belittles.

Mabel cocks the gun, turning off the safety and lines it up with Simon's forehead. "Do it, shoot me! You won't!" He challenges.

Mabel takes a deep breath and in an instant she tilts the gun at his thigh and shoots him dead centre.

He lets out a scream of pain and holds his gushing blood leg. Mabel throws the gun away and grabs Simon's knife on the ground.

"What the actually fuckity fuck is going on!" A strong, deep voice yells over everyone. Mabel's heart flutters at the sound of his voice. Will he still like her with these cuts on her face though, she thinks.