If Sonya fell down the well with the Crooked Man
“Throw him down the Witching Well!”, Johann ordered.
“No! That’s too fuckin’ easy for a crook like that!”, Gren disagrees. Bigby looked at him in confusion while cuffing the Crooked Man.
“What do you mean?”, Beast asked.
“He’s gotta pay for what he did!”, Gren shouted. “That’s what we’re doing!”, Sonya exclaims in confusion. “Listen to yourselves!”, Greenleaf yelled.
“You’re all rats fleeing from one sinking ship to the next. So quick to latch onto whatever will keep your miserable lives afloat. This is how you want to repay all I’ve done for you?”, Crooked Man asked, glaring at the crowd.
“What, you take two people’s lives away and now you want mercy?”, Gren asked, in disbelief.
“You know we can’t let you go free after this.”, Snow said. “Are you seriously trying to get sympathy for ordering a hit on fables?, Sonya scoffed, amused. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well done then.”
“Now, for your sentence–”, Snow starts but is cut off by Greenleaf. “We don’t have to become murderers.”, she suggests.
“What are you talking about?”, Bluebeard asked. “He’s guilty! I know that, but we don’t have to kill anybody. We can imprison him. Lock him up forever…somewhere he can never hurt anyone again.”, Greenleaf says.
“How can we be sure he won’t escape?”, Snow asked, frowning. “I can help! We’ll use magic. I assure you–”, Greenleaf said, making Sonya look up in thought.
“That’s not good enough!”, Bluebeard shouts.
“There will be more if he isn’t stopped!”, Nerissa says. “So we get rid of him!”, Gren says.
“I don’t know…”, Beauty says, uncertain. “We can send him away!”, Beast suggests.
“Everyone! Listen up!”, Snow announces. “Clearly we’re having trouble agreeing on a suitable punishment. So I think we–”
“This is going nowhere!”, Bluebeard cuts her off. “Someone needs to make a decision!”, Snow exclaimed. “Who?”, Beauty asked.
“I hope you aren’t suggesting yourself.”, Bluebeard says, stepping up to her.
“We should have a vote. Make it democratic.”, Bigby says. “Do you really think that’s going to work?”, Bluebeard asked. “He’s right. Nobody can agree on anything.”, Snow said.
“What about Bigby and Sonya?”, Nerissa asked. “What about them?”, Snow asked, turning to her. “They were appointed, they’re….the only official representatives, really. They should be the judges.”, Nerissa said.
“That makes sense to me.”
“Are you sure? This isn’t how it’s–”, Snow says before Bluebeard interrupts her again. “It’s what the people want, Miss White.”
“Okay.”, Snow said, then turned to Sonya and Bigby. “Mr Wolf. Miss Blaze. It’s your call.”
“Just….do what you two think is right.”, Snow said, interrupting Bigby. Sonya rolls her eyes as he pulls her aside. “What do you wanna do?” She looks at him, incredulously. “Why me? You’re the boss.” , she says.
He rolls his eyes. “Forget that. He kidnapped you.” She sighed. “Good point but he nearly got you killed.”, she argued. He clenched his jaw for a moment and looked at the crowd as they looked at them.
“We could try Greenleaf’s plan. The only thing I’m worried about is whether or not he’d convince her to stop doing it. She’s so hellbent on keeping him alive even though Faith and Lily are dead. And the fact that we could’ve died….”, she says, catching his attention.
She closed her eyes, sighing again. “Let’s just see what Greenleaf has in mind. If things go south, we could always make a plan just in case it does.”
He nodded. “Smart.”, he let out a soft sigh. “Fine.” They walked back to the crowd.
“Everyone, we’ve–”, Bigby started to say until suddenly Crooked Man charged forward and wrapped his cuffed wrists around Sonya’s neck, shocking everyone. “Not this way!”, he yells, tugging her back toward the Witching Well. She coughed and choked, struggling against his hold as Bigby ran to her.
The Crooked Man gave a hard tug, throwing them both into the well. Sonya screams as her neck was now free from the Crooked Man's clutches but her heart dropped at the sight of the darkness she faced.
However, Bigby reaches into the well just in time to clutch Sonya's ankle, and holds onto the edge of the well to hold himself up.
Sonya lets out shaky breaths, as the Crooked Man falls below her and into the darkness, dangling as Bigby pulls her back up, holding her close.
Everyone watched as Bigby rubbed Sonya's back as she whimpered in his chest, keeping her head turned away from the well.
"That fucker...", Gren muttered.
"He really tried to kill her...", Beauty whimpered, holding onto Beast.
The thought pissed off Bigby as now he couldn't do anything. If he could pull the Crooked Man up, he'd have to kill him personally.
Though, the experience was different for Sonya. She was completely shaken up from the thought of dying.
Jumbled thoughts rushed through her mind.
'I could've died. How could I explain that to my mom…? He really wanted to kill me because he wasn't getting his way…! He wanted to kill me...I would've been his next victim…'
Bigby could feel how tense she was getting.
Her heartbeat pounded her chest and drummed in his ears.
He could feel her tremors even with his tight hold.
He was really glad that the Crooked Man was dead but he didn't like the impact that it would leave on Sonya.
"Sonya…?", he pulled away a bit to see her terrified, distant eyes. They weren't looking at him, they weren't looking at anyone.
Her eyes suddenly fluttered shut, making him panic. "Sonya!", he shouts, shaking her. Her lack of response made his heart drop. He looked at Snow, "Call Swineheart!"
