Guard Dog (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

Chapter Eight

I watched in morbid fascination as the girl standing in front of me clawed at her face, trying to stop the mutation her body was undergoing. It must've hurt like hell. The eyes covering her body, which had now fully opened up, were bleeding that strange black substance. Her ears grew out into a point, and her fingers formed into claws. I had seen this mutated form of hers before -I was the one that knocked her out when things got too out of hand last time- but I hadn't actually been able to watch it happen. She was like a lycan. Less like the ones we had here, but more like the ones you'd hear in a childhood story. Her mutation was uncontrollable, and triggered by something she'd have a very hard time avoiding. Emotion.

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My head pounded, and I could hear the blood rush through my ears as I sat myself up. I was greeted by the familiar, dim light of the factory, which thankfully wasn't painful on my tired eyes.  I was laying on an old couch, torn and faded from many years of use. How had I gotten here? I looked down at my arms, noticing the smudged black across my skin. Someone had wiped it off, but not very well. A nervous feeling swirled in my stomach. I must've mutated. Like last time, I couldn't remember what actually happened. 

It was frustrating. Losing my memories like that? Not knowing what happened to me? I didn't want to live everyday like that, just wondering. Progress was progress, though, and if I had actually mutated, I was one step closer to getting home. 

Right on cue, Heisenberg slammed through the metal door at the end of the room, notebook in hand. He barely seemed to notice me, too focused on something.

"Mornin'" He greeted me quickly. I furrowed my eyebrows. 

"Good morning..?" 

He wrote something down quickly, glaring at the paper before slamming his book shut. He looked up at me, the slight trace of a smile on his face.

"Well kid, we're one step closer to figuring you out. We got you to mutate." 

A chill went down my spine. That was a creepy coincidence. A good coincidence, though. I had guessed right. 

"I can't really remember it, though." I told him. "I know this is only the second time it's happened, but I can never seem to remember it." 

He motioned for me to follow him, and I stood up and walked with him out through the door.  We entered into the hallway, an unfamiliar part of the factory, somewhere I had never been.

"That's because you can't fully control yourself yet," He explained as we walked. We went down a long, winding hallway, pipes lining the the walls. "Think of it as not being able to remember a surgery. The doctor gives you a drug that makes you pass out, so even though you were there for the whole surgery, you can't remember it. Learning to control yourself when you mutate is like learning to not let that drug make you pass out."

I nodded, and he nudged me with his elbow. 

"If we try at the least once a week, you should get the hang of it pretty fast." He reassured me. With one more twist down the hallway, we went through a door, and we were back in the familiar, cool air of the garage. I would have to leave to go patrol the perimeter of Mother Miranda's "territory". How she marked it, I didn't want to know. 

"I guess I should go do..." I paused. "Whatever the hell it is that I'm supposed to do." I said awkwardly, looking to the side and fidgeting with my hands. I still felt a little uncomfortable around the tall man, especially considering he seemed to know so much about me while I knew so little about him. 

He chuckled. "Of course. Have fun wasting your time."

I rolled my eyes, my shoulders shaking in silent laughter as I walked towards the end of the garage. Then it hit me.

"Hey, uh, I forgot to ask," I said quickly, spinning on my heels to face him again. "What was it that made me mutate?" 

"That's a good question kid," He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Emotion is my best guess. You're pretty emotional, aren't you? I guess I said something that really pissed you off, and the next thing I know you're not you anymore." Heisenberg explained. I pressed my lips together, flattening them out into a line. 

"I'll keep that in mind I guess," I nodded, mainly for myself as I processed the new information. "I guess I'll, uh.." I motioned to the door awkwardly, pointing at it with my thumbs in a strange jabbing motion. "See you later, old man."

He nodded.

"Good luck, guard dog." 

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A few weeks had gone by like that. Awkwardness hung in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. I only saw Lady Dimitrescu a few times, and even though most of my interactions were with Heisenberg, I spent the majority of my time by myself. To be quite honest, I preferred it that way, even though it made it a lot harder to keep my mind off Jack.

Starting today, however, I would really be on my own. Lady Dimitrescu had found an abandoned house on the edge of the woods, far enough away from the village so that I wouldn't hear any problems from Miranda. As happy as I was about getting my own peace and quiet, and not to mention being one step closer to seeing Jack, I couldn't help but feel farther away from him than ever. The now cleaned-up, old shack was somewhere semipermanent for me, and who could know how long I'd be staying in it. It was far from home, but it was supposed to be mine. It never would. 

I took in a deep breathe, trying to clear the negative thoughts from my head. I packed up the rest of my stuff, throwing it into my suitcase. I took one last longing look around the fancy, comfortable room I had been staying in for barley more than a month. Not that long ago, I'd been telling myself that it would only be a few days. 

"I'm almost sad to see you go," Lady Dimitrescu's voice boomed from the first floor as I made my way down the stairs. "I hardly have guests anymore." 

My footsteps echoed on the polished floor. I looked up at the giant woman, giving her a smile but putting little effort into it. 

"Well if it makes you feel any better, this was the best guest stay I've ever had." I told her. It was a half truth. Or should I say half lie? It was comfortable on the surface, but I couldn't truly be comfortable not knowing if my family was okay. 

"You have no need to flatter me, child," She chuckled. Grinning, she showed her surprisingly sharp canines. I rarely saw them as she wasn't one to smile. Then again, no one really seemed to around here. "I'm sure you're happy to have your own space. If you're ever feeling up to it, though, I'd love to have you stay again." 

She winked. I could feel a chill crawl it's way up my spine.

"I'll be back, that's for sure." I told her, laughing awkwardly. I pushed my way through the massive entrance door, and stepped out into the sunlight. Fall was approaching, and it would soon be getting cold. I found myself beginning to lose track of time. This was my existence now, regardless of whether I wanted it or not. Whatever it takes, though, I'll be getting my life back.