𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 [𝕂. ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘]

Chapter 3

Heisenberg held onto the short chain that linked the cuffs around her wrists together. He led her along at a steady pace and tugged at her whenever she slowed down too much for his liking. The two walked in total silence. Y/n's head hung low as she went over the past few hours in her head, starting from when he chose her.

He extended his arm out towards her. The flat end of Heisenberg's hammer rested under her chin, forcing her to look up at him from the ground. Y/n's eyes grew darker. Her voice quivered, breaking the false confidence she had built up by this point. "I'm not going anywhere."

Shrill laughter from the back filled the room. The doll excitedly babbled about how long it had been since a normal human had talked back to Heisenberg. Y/n tried to swallow the lump in her throat as her gaze worriedly shifted from the back of the room to him.

He gritted his teeth and turned around. She stiffened as he recklessly swung the hammer with his body. Heisenberg screamed at a figure dressed in black. "Donna shut that fucking doll up before I go over there and do it myself."

The figure, apparently named Donna, didn't reply. She almost seemed unresponsive to Heisenberg's outburst. A pale, delicate hand emerged from the black mourning garb; lightly running along the doll's bridal veil, signaling she understood his threat loud and clear.

The stone floor cracked and crumbled as Heisenberg placed down his hammer. He dropped to one knee and removed the clasp that connected her handcuffs to Noah and Alexa's. Before standing back up, he gripped onto her arm.

Noah and Alexa wouldn't let go of her as Heisenberg yanked her away from the group; not that it did any good. Even with both of them holding onto her with all their strength, he pulled her to his side with almost no effort. Before he forced her to part from the rest of her group, she whispered a bit of advice under her breath. Stay together and figure a way out. Make it home for me.

Her last words to her friends felt bittersweet. She had so much hope that they'd be able to escape if they worked together. At the same time, being alone scared her. She wanted to worry about them, but a little voice in the back of her mind demanded that she look out for herself first.

The group had a uniformed, solemn look on their faces. Monica held her head down, her eyes tightly closed. A droplet collected on the tip of her nose and fell to the stone floor. She leaned to her side, nuzzling into Amber's shoulder. Y/n heard light sniffles coming from the two.

"No fair. I want that one." A labored groan came up from behind her. Moreau's grotesque figure lingered close, reaching out and grabbing her arm. A swollen protrusion on the back of his hand oozed onto her, making her skin crawl. A hand grabbed onto Y/n's shoulder from behind, pulling her out of his grasp.

"Why? This one is no good," Heisenberg replied. Once again, Moreau blubbered and stammered as he argued like a child struggling to coherently speak. The grip on her shoulder tightened. "Hey, moron, Mother Miranda said I can pick whichever one I wanted. Quit trying to act tough."

Instantly, Moreau fell silent. Contempt filled his eyes. He snarled, choking out his last words before limping to the group. "Fine."

The next thing she knew, Heisenberg dragged her out of the room. Before the door closed behind her, Y/n caught a glimpse of her friends one last time. Fear and worry painted their faces. Her lip quivered as she was left alone with Heisenberg.

"Come on, sweetheart." His fingers twisted in the chain. Y/n cringed at the nickname he seemed to have officially adopted for her. As if on instinct, she demanded he call her by her name. He scoffed at her.