Trapped in an Iron Grip

...I Fucked the Hobo

Damnit, just go back to sleep!

Heisenberg's room wasn't anything short of large. He had a large couch in the middle of the room that face a floor-to-ceiling window looking down on the factory. His bed was huge, much too big for one guy which made you wonder how many people from the village he got down here. Granted, it was extremely comfortable. The bathroom was next to the kitchen area that was also very large.

You showered in that beautiful bathroom and cleaned off all the grime you collected. From Lycan spit to Moreau's slime, all of it was down the drain. You even washed your hair, but you didn't have any product so it was more like a rinse while you combed it out with your fingers. Ethan hoped in right after you, cleaning himself to the best of his ability.

Now, Ethan was on the couch fast asleep while you took Heisenberg's bed. You fell asleep a little while back but woke up not long after because of nightmares. You would fall back asleep only to be woken up by the same nightmare.

Said nightmare was centred around Ethan, Rose, and Mia. You couldn't stop seeing Mia's face when she was shot in your head. You kept reliving that memory along with seeing Rose and Ethan be split into fourths by Miranda.

You eventually gave up and slid out of the bed and walked over to a workbench. The workbench had a pen and paper on it. Scribbling down a quick note to Ethan, you let him know that you couldn't sleep and that you went to see if you could find something to keep your hands busy.

Throwing on your shoes, you walked into the hall and out to the elevator. When you got in the elevator, you pushed the button that would take you to floor B4 and watched the doors close.

You leaned against the elevator and watched as you went down the floors. Each area you passed would help you see through the fog clearer. Eventually, you saw the factory as a whole.

Conveyor belts were going from one end to the other, carrying lines of bodies. You saw flashing red lights everywhere. Steam and pipes were poking out of every crevasse you could see. It was something to look at. Your enjoyment of the view was short-lived when the elevator came to a stop.

You stepped out of the elevator and went straight to the door Heisenberg told you about. You expected lights to turn on and guide you or for Heisenberg's voice to scare you through the speakers.

Nothing happened.

You decided to wing it and stumbled around blindly for the forge. You ran into a few dead ends and some monsters that Heisenberg made, but they didn't cause you that much trouble. In fact, the weird-looking monsters left you alone.

After fifteen minutes, you finally made it to the door of the forge. You knew it was the forge because of the heat radiating from the door and there was a sign that said 'forge' right next to it.

You tapped the handle off the door to check if the metal would burn. Surprisingly, it didn't. Turning the handle, you stepped into the forge and was met with one of the most beautiful sights.

Karl Heisenberg was completely naked from the waist up.

He was using his bare hands to bend a piece of rebar in half. You couldn't help but stare at his back and watch his muscles work the rebar. You were in awe since he was doing it barehanded.

Now that's hot.

"It's not very polite to stare, y'know," Heisenberg's gruff voice broke you out of your trance. He didn't look back at you, keeping his focus on the rebar.

"It's also not very polite to slap someone's ass in front of her brother," you retorted. "Nor is leaving me to walk around this whole damn hallway looking for you."