Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 2

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The walk to wherever Heisenberg resided began swiftly. Zero followed nimbly behind him with her arms wrapped around herself. The man seemed to be thinking, so she took the time to do so as well.

First, she wakes up all alone in the middle of a forest. Then some beast-man sniffs her all up. Then another man, who just so happens to be able to control metal, abducts her and brings her to some sort of cult-like meeting. And finally, she is given the temporary name Zero, then put under the wing of her abductor.

Her few hours of memory have been quite interesting, though she supposed terrifying would be a better way to put it.

"So, you really don't remember your real name?" Heisenberg's abrupt inquiry pulled her from her reflection. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Once he saw the shake of her head he looked forward once more.

A passage of silence.

"Do you remember anything at all?" His tone was softer, and his head turned over to Zero again.

She shook her head with wide eyes.

The man stopped then. Zero had almost collided into his chest he had stopped so fast. He looked into her eyes over his glasses like he was trying to find something. She did not know for what, but she began to mirror him looking right through his eyes, as well. Just like she didn't know what he was searching for, she didn't know exactly what she was searching for, either.

Answers, maybe?

This only occurred for a second or two before Heisenberg turned around, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath. He had picked up his pace now, palming the handle of his hammer as he walked forth. This left Zero scrambling after him hastily, trying to keep up.

She guessed he was just as frustrated not knowing anything about her as she was. It seemed like there was something he wanted, just as much as Zero wanted to be able to remember herself. Something he didn't know how to get, let alone wait for.

But he was quiet again, not revealing anything of the sort. She wouldn't even be able to ask either way. Which led her to question more things about him, compiling a list in her head that she hoped to be able to keep somewhere in the recesses of her mind.

When they first met, Heisenberg had looked her over with mild interest, even before he had seen whatever mark she had on her neck. What had made him do that in the first place? She had no idea what her face even looked like to be able to tell if something happened to be wrong with it.

Her hand rose up from her arm, the fingertips brushing above her brow and down over her cheekbone. Her fingers continued across her face as she thought more.

When he said he had to take her to Mother Miranda, he had said it like he absolutely had to do it. Not that he wanted to. Was he disloyal to her? She didn't quite know how to think about this, and of course, these were just speculations. However, she could think of no other reason as to why he would sound so sour about bringing a "present" to someone he was under the command of.

Then she thought about how she, herself, didn't want to be under the command of others. She simply felt like she had no other choice.

Her fingers had made their way to the other side of her face when she bumped into Heisenberg, who had stopped and turned at her. She took a step back, eyes on the ground.