Wild Fire: TWD Special: Prologue

She had a Scar. Her hair looked to be shorn; burned and snipped off by a pair of smoldering, rusted shears. The scar though, simultaneously made him forget about why he stalked into the bar in the first place.

It was just there, a defined scar on her ivory skin. It ran vertically along the bottom of her right eyebrow down to the corner of her eye.

Now, Merle wasn't one to forget a grudge so quickly-at least not without being half-seas over and under the counter. Scar Face bustled about the patrons first, making sure to put extra swagger in her step. Merle took this as a chance to settle at his usual seating back at the bar's counter. Sizing up the broad, southern accented charcoal head- she had Merle perching a brow at the deliberate, fixating gander she side glanced him with.

"Well I'll be damned, yer prancin' like a Alpha Dog in a house full of Omegas."

Merle remarked-breaking the fourth wall. To his surprise, the newling tsked at him, handing off the last of her orders. Scar Face leaned on the inner side of the counter with her forearm supporting her lean frame. "Well," she gave a wolfish grin "sauntering about in my skivvies does sound quite divine-if you really want me to justify Alpha & Omega."

This caught the attention of two card players-Merle made sure to give a meaningful gesture to show they weren't welcome in the AB conversation.

" Do I get a discount?" Smirked Merle, searching her face. Her almost transparent, smoky eyes held...something in them-hidden-but there. It was a look all to familiar to Merle. In a way, it made him uneasy with how much she resembled "him".

"Can't the Bona Fide Merle Dixon buy a gal a drink before heading to the putty factory?!"

Merle snapped back to reality with a look of bewilderment.

Scar Face had a devious smolder at this reaction-and it only grew as she leaned in towards the said man.

"I know all about you, Mr.Dixon. Yer one of them B.A Confederacy folk, get what you want, take what you don't need. Causing a ruckus here and there," Merle let a grimace sliver over his face, giving a nod-assuring she was hitting every bullseye.

"Skulls thicker than oak and deadlier than a Cobra, I'd suppose you ain't to be reckoned with," by now Merle took notice that the girl's master gestures were the wringing of hands and grabbing her earlobe. "however, I'm quite experienced when it comes to playing with fire."

She was bold one. It would almost be safe to say Merle found himself bewitched by the girls quirkiness, letting out a chuckle was all he could think to do. "I'll have to find the bastard who told you all that later-on the other hand, I am indeed The Merle Dixon, and I'd be obliged if you could tell me who you are, my py-ro-maniac amiga."

And that's when the Bar door swung open.

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I indeed left it off with a cliffhanger, I just want some quick feedback. Just to make sure I'll have readers and votes, surely I will continue but I would like to be reassured that I'll be giving somebody sometime new to read. There will be revising and editing later on...I'm just generally getting a outline of the story. It will follow the Tv series and such as much as possible, this is just how it all leads up to that. So what do ya'll think??? So far....oh goodness...