The Only Son

Chapter III

Heisenberg had left after the conversation ended and came back with a bucket, filled with water and a clean rag, no idea where he found it.

He put the bucket down in front of Alexander, who had been looking at the wall making plans in his head. Alexander mumbled out a thanks and quickly pulled off his shirt, being able to clean off the blood and check out if his wound had healed okay.

Unknowingly, Heisenberg had been staring at him, more specifically the scar that ran from his chest, where his heart was located, to his spine.

Observing, Heisenberg realized that the scar must've been giving by lady super sized bitch, before Alexander recieved his abilities.

While Heisenberg was lost in thought, Alexander had rubbed away most of the blood and the water was now a murky red and the rag was nearly unwashable.

Turning to Heisenberg, Alexander froze. How had he forgotten about the scar?! At this point Heisenberg had snapped out of his stare and was now looking Alexander right in the eyes.

Heisenberg coughed and held out a somewhat clean shirt, knowing that Alexanders had become rather unwearable due to his actions from a while ago.

Alexander hesitantly accepted it, pulling it over his head. The silence in the room had become unbearable, both men were just standing avoinding one anothers eyes.

"It was my mother, she gave me the scar" Alexander whispered, Heisenbergs lips were in a thin line, his speculations were right.

"I figured as much, why?" Alexander sighed quitely, making his way over to the matress and sitting down on it.

"She got mad and lashed out, she apologised later, saying that she didn't know that she could do the freaky nail thing"

"I call bullshit on that" A snort escaped Alexander at the sassy tone coming from Heisenberg out of nowhere.

"What's life like at the castle anyways?"

Thinking about it Alexander finally had a good answer for Heisenberg.

"It's quite boring, everyday is pretty much routine. Waking up, acting picture perfect for a person that doesn't care, listen to your adopted sisters hunt down and torture a bunch of virgins, eat and then go to sleep again"

"I'm not sure if I had higher expectations, but it's a solid answer" Heisenberg took a seat next to Alexander on the matress. Alexander then held out his hand for Heisenen, a small smile on his face.

"I don't think we've probably introduced ourselves" At that Heisenberg accepted the hand after pulling off his gloves.

"Alexander Iosif Dimitrescu"

"Karl Heisenberg" They shook hands and decided to call it a day? Night? Both of them had lost track off time, but neither cared. Within minutes they were both underneath the sheets and sleeping soudly.

It wasn't until two hours later that Heisenberg recieved a kick against his legs and Alexander telling him to 'stop fucking snoring'.

This got Alexander a slap against the ass, well Heisenberg thought it was his thigh or something along those lines, basically everything besides Alexanders ass.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" Heisenberg shot up at the accusation, shaking his head wildly.

"Absolutely not!" Alexander was looking at him with horror, and Heisenberg was looking at him with displeasure.

"Then what exactly hit my ass?!"

"Not me! I wouldn't lay a hand on that piece of cardboard!" It was silent for a moment, the tension grew really tight as the two started each other directly in the eyes. That was broken when Alexander gave a slap to Heisenbergs face.

"I have no trouble slapping cardboard either"

A smug smile fell from Alexanders face as Heisenberg grappled him into the matress ready to rip him a new one, luckily a quick jab to Heisenbergs stomach had the man loose his grip.

Following this, Alexander shoved Heisenberg off of him and sat up, straddling Heisenberg to keep him down. Heisenberg followed up by switching the both of them around, causing him to be on top.

"You fucking brat!"

Alexander groaned and huffed at the amount of weight crushing his crotch and inner thighs.

Heisenberg soon realized their rather compromising positions and got off of Alexander, who scrambled to the opposite side of the matress.

Both had a few brushing littering around their forearms and felt rather sore.

"Did I really hit your ass?"

Alexander deadpanned at him and nodded, Heisenberg had a thoughtful look on his face and his eyebrows were raised.

"Is my ass similair to cardboard?" The answer was no, Alexander has a good ass, Heisenberg felt it when Alexander straddled him.

"Alright, well, I'm tired. I'm going to go back to sleep and pretend this was a fever dream, goodnight!" With that Alexander threw the covers over his body and turned his back towards Heisenberg.

Heisenberg ruffled his own hair a little, thought about the past five minutes, then shrugged it off and decided to also pretend it was a fever dream.

"You think she'll really rob our child if we concieve it?" Heisenberg glaced at Alexanders back from his side of the bed when he heard the hushed question.

"Without a doubt"

It wasn't until the following morning that Heisenberg woke up and found that Alexanders side of the bed was cold, a note placed on the matress.

'I am bringing some personal stuff from the castle over to your factory, I'll try to be back before dusk,

-A'

Heisenberg sighed to himself and decided to be as productive as usual and work on his soldats after getting eating something.

Putting on his shirt and grabbing his glasses, Heisenberg made his way through the hallways until he reached his latest project.

It had been nearly three hours, but Heisenberg never realized it and at that point there was a war going on in the castle a few miles away.

"I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS, YOU UNGRATEFUL KNOW IT ALL!"

"HILARIOUS, I CAN'T SEEM TO RECALL YOU RAISING ME AT ALL, 'MOTHER'!"

The small table in the grand staircase hall, hitting a near vase and shattering it, the table could be restored, but who has time for that?

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THIS WAY?! YOU'VE CLEARLY HAD YOUR MIND FOGGED UP BY HEISENBERG ALREADY!"

"Nah, he helped clear it up!"

With that Alexander stormed out of the castle, a trunk in hand. Angry screeches could be heard coming from the castle as well as glass shattering.

During that the three sisters, could only watch cowardly from the shadows and decided not to piss off either their mother or brother ever.

Once out of the castle and having his shoes leave prints in the snow, Alexander threw down his trunk and yelled out his rage.

His hands were tightly gripping his hair and bones could be heard popping beneath his skin. At that moment a very unfortunate Lycan came a little to close and Alexander didn't hesitate to disembowel the once human.

It took another minute or ten for Alexander to mostly calm down and to start walking in the direction of the factory.

His trunk leaving tracks in the snow and his victim left in the form of a Lei pouch. Alexander didn't pick it up, it wasn't off much value for him and decided that somebody else would probably find it and have better use for it.

"Let's hope Heisenberg is in a better mood than mother when I get there"