Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 2 - {The Master of The Factory}

【συя ƒιяѕт мєєтιηg ωαѕ ησт мєαηт тσ вє тнє ƒιяѕт ∂αу σƒ тнє яєѕт σƒ му ℓιƒє, вυт яαтнєя, ιт ωαѕ тнє ƒιяѕт ∂αу σƒ тнє вєѕт σƒ му ℓιƒє】

Darkness and silence. It was all that (Y/N) could see and hear about during the time of her being unconscious. Apparently, she had been out cold for almost a day and in the meantime, Heisenberg was tinkering around with his Soldat's experiments in the other parts of his beloved factory. It was a dark and blank sequence for her before the sounds of machines operating in the faraway part of the factory began to wake her up.

(Y/N)'s delicate right hand's fingers brushed up her heavy eyelids before she opened them slowly. A wave of headache hit her right away when her vision was just adjusting to her surrounding area followed by her groans as her hand moved up to the side of her head before it touched across the fabric that was placed perfectly on her head to wrap the wound at the back of her head. Curiously and unconsciously, her hand followed the trail of cloth to the back of her head, and she pressed that very wound at the back of her head and winced in pain.

"What the hell happened?" she turned her face to found herself in a bedroom that is messy and does not look like a nice place for someone to actually stay. The machine parts told her that she was still within the factory and the memory came flashing back to her about how she was taking her time to explore the factory before everything went black. At this, her headache washed over her nervous system once again and she frantically tried to get out of the bed, only to result in her fall to the hard ground beneath her with a loud thud.

"James? Are you out there somewhere?!" she called out to her boyfriend who had ditched her to the hell hole. "James?!" she called out once again as she tried to stand up on her own feet. Her hand reached onto the bed as she regained her balance, feeling stronger this time before she released her hand from the bed and walked on her own feet. The blow surely did a number to her.

She was not supposed to be up and walking by herself yet, she would need at least a day or two to recover, but unbeknownst to her, the parasite, the cadou within her had begun to develop with her body and helped the recovery. It was unknown to herself and the magnetic man that she had a great affinity with the cadou.

Her feet carried her across the room to the only door that connected the room with the factory's main hall. She opened it easily and looked around to the side, looking to her left and her right but found no living beings saved for the machinery sound. "James?" she called out once again but receive no answer.

She decided to follow one of the sources that was closest to her. It led her to a small room which has a vent on the ground and some pictures were plastered to the wall, covered by a piece of cloth on the wall. Her eyes landed on the cloth and curiosity took her. She was curious about what was hidden beneath the cloth, she walked close to the wall and moved the cloth away with her left arm.

There, it was the very same pictures that she saw on the church, except there was one picture missing. One that held a man with silver locks and beard, his eyes covered by a pair of circular sunglasses, and a black fedora. "Then, is this his place?" she guessed to herself.

Her thumb and index finger were placed on her chin as she tried to work out that if this factory was his place, then the other 3 people, a lady, a monster looking man, and a lady in black veil with a doll on her hand must be the other important people in this village who owned a place to themselves just like the master of this factory, and lastly, the lady in the middle picture could have been their boss.

Suddenly, a roar of machine disturbed her train of thoughts. She made a quick turn of her body towards the vent on the ground in which the sound came from. A brow was raised as she walked closer to the vent carefully. "Hello?" She called out as her hand began to reach to the vent and began to lift it upward, before it was forced-fully closed with a snap by an unknown power, as if someone was controlling the vent. "Snooping around like a little rat now, are we?" A deep voice could be heard from behind her. His heavy boots clinking against the ground as he took a drag from his cigar.