Resident Evil Oneshots

{Karl Heisenberg x Reader} - Bad Dream

Movie/Game : N/A
————————

The factory was huge, filled with the smell of smoke, grease and fluids beyond what you could imagine. It was dim, only having certain red lights shining in the halls. Not to mention a certain gross dampness in the air even though it was above room temperature at best. Everything worked on schedule, every place had a meaning and after whatever was finished would get sent to the next part of the factory to achieve even more upgrades. Drawings of new weaponry, upgrades and cadavers were everywhere, not to mention the spare parts and scrap metal that seemed to lay everywhere on the floor without a place it was supposed to be in. There were several rooms of scrap, several rooms of bodies, and yet one to live in amongst them all that could sort of be habitable. Yet even though this dark place seemed to be scary, it was really like home which would be confusing for some to hear if they heard you say those words.

Heisenberg smiled as he walked in his arrogant stride throughout the dim lit halls. Smoke left his lips as he brought his cigar away from his face. Twirling a piece of metal in the air and in between his finger tips as a little game when he was bored per say. His boots let out loud clamping noises as he continued down the hall, the red lights of locks on the door shined brightly. Illuminating the hall as he walked so he wouldn't be blind and bump in to everything around him. The piece of metal went back and forth within the air, catching his attention from time to time as he walked on his break whenever he would lose his focus with balancing it. 

The cigar was brought back up to his lips as he took in another hit of the intoxicating yet soothing aroma that sent chills down his spine in delight. Sending the metal piece flying off the edge with a flick of his fingers as he turned, leaning on the railing he stopped by to gaze at his work. A smile came to his lips as he watched the lifeless bodies get carried one by one for his army to form. He was making progress by the day as more and more were upgraded and made, some of course showing defects. But that was besides the point, making it this far without Miranda knowing was an achievement as is. Not to mention having you by his side working along with him to overthrow her. 

Heisenberg pulled the cigar away from his lips, face palming as he brought his finger tips across his eyes lids and into the corners of his eyes. Completely forgetting he had left you in his work shop a few hours ago to work on some new sketches for possible upgrades that could be added later on. It must have slipped his mind as he was busy working down in the lower levels since a pipe broke connecting to the spare fluids for the bodies. He smiled at the thought of you, your smile he loved to see upon your face. How strong you were even though you were so petite and innocent. How you liked to hover and watch him work even though you had no idea how he managed to build these things he made for his army. Or when he teases you how you would cover your face to hide the blush on your cheeks. Not to mention how much he liked to secretly move your new arm and wiggle your fingers to annoy or frighten you from time to time.

You were his partner in crime as he liked to say, teasing you with the title. You were brought to him from the town after your arm got ripped off at your elbow and your body was too injured to go on from a lycan attack. The town assumed you were dead or dying which was their excuse to bring you to the Lord. Not feeling like attempting to save you as you liked to think back on it since you went to them for help and they just ignored you. You were battered, bleeding and bruised, being carried by your only arm left as your legs dragged behind you in the snow. Coughing and wincing as you breathed and tried to tell them to stop and to just help you. They called upon him, waiting outside the doors to his factory as if he was just right there and ready to talk. You tried to plead with them to patch you up, that you were fine and you weren't going to die like they thought. 

Yet as the sound of the huge doors opened up their grip on you loosened as they stayed silent against your pleading. He held his hammer as he breathed in his cigar, gazing upon the crowd that stood at his door step. But once his eyes landed on you barely breathing as you were on the edge of consciousness he felt sorry. He gazed upon the crowd, hearing their requests to take you since you were on the brink of death. To take you off their hands and do whatever he wanted with your body, yet knew he couldn't use your body. You were a fighter, fighting to stay alive after the attack with the lycan as you were in the woods. He gazed at you one last time and agreed, forming a stretcher as the people dropped their grip on your body and left without a word. He brought you in, hearing your whimpering and pleading words not to hurt you as you were wheeled inside. Watching you shiver and shake on the table as what was left of your arm bled on to the stretcher. You were laid in his shop, pleading for him not to kill you as you started to loose consciousness laying there. Hearing him tell you everything was going to be alright before everything went black.