𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 [𝕂. ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘]

Chapter 6

"I need to take a walk." A haze of exhaustion hung over Y/n, weighing down her eyelids. It was as if the ground beneath her feet was swaying and the room spinning, nearly making her topple over.

Heisenberg rubbed his beard. Behind his dark-lensed glasses, she faintly saw him looking at her with a stern, critical eye. Y/n desperately tried to keep her balance steady. She swallowed hard and avoided making eye contact, hoping he wouldn't point out her tiredness and keep her indoors. He opened his mouth to speak, and she prepared herself to hear him say no. "Are you coming back, or are you leaving for good? I gotta know if I should bother keeping the gate open for you."

"I'm coming back. Last night was just kinda rough, and I couldn't sleep. I just really need to go on a walk and get some fresh air." Y/n allowed the words to spill from her mouth without giving it a second thought. Although the two had completely separate motives, she still agreed to work with Heisenberg. For better or worse, they were stuck together for the unforeseeable future.

He made it clear he had some sort of vendetta against Miranda and the other lords for reasons he didn't disclose to her. She didn't ask about it. Y/n didn't care. On the other hand, she hoped there could be a way to cure Amber. If it were in the realm of possibility, she'd do anything to save at least one of her friends. Not only for Amber's sake, but also in memory of Alexa and the others. Staying at the factory was the only way she'd find out for sure.

After another pause, Heisenberg agreed to bring her to the surface. Y/n followed him up the stairs leading out of the factory. Faint remnants of dried blood on the walls, vaguely reminiscent of handprints, reminded her of her first pitiful attempt to escape. She broke the silence between them. "Is there a way to open the gate without you?"

"Afraid not, sweetheart." She recoiled with a frown on her face and rolled her eyes at his response. His voice was too sickly sweet to come from Heisenberg of all people. Ever since she had agreed to work with him earlier that week, he had gone far beyond annoying her with that nickname. Now it felt as if he was taunting her by speaking with a sudden and unnatural softness that heavily conflicted with the harshness of his voice.

His thumb ran along his jaw and he let out a hum. "If you make this a regular thing, I may rig the front gate just for you."

Y/n sneered. Heisenberg had a genuine talent for wording things in such a way that would make her immediately regret saying anything to him.

Sunlight overflowed into the room as the factory's large door slid open. It burned her still tired eyes as she adapted to the light. The scent of freshly fallen rain and moistened soil still lingered in the air outside. Droplets shined off the grass and dripped off the broken-down machinery. A breeze drifted by, clearing up some of the humidity for a moment before it quickly returned.

The two stopped in front of the gates. Y/n looked out at the foliage on the other side of the iron bars. The greenery shuffled in the wind.

The heavy iron gates swung open as he motioned with his hand. Once again, Heisenberg turned to her. His head moved as he looked her up and down, with his lips pressed together in a tight line. Y/n expected him to say something. A time to be back by, a threat to come back, or even a joke about not getting mauled by the lycans. Much to her surprise, he refrained from uttering a single word.

He reached out for her face. His gloved palm rested against her cheek. Y/n found herself at a loss for words as she stared at his emotionless expression. Heisenberg's fingertips moved along her skin with a touch that was just as soft as the tone he had been using. His hand moved to her hair, and his fingers entangled into her locks, carefully running down to the tips. She recoiled, pulling herself away from his grasp. Her brows furrowed, convinced he was scheming something up. Normally, she would have passed this off as another one of his jokes, but she demurred. "What are you doing?"