Fix Your Fucking Attitude : Karl Heisenberg

Shadows Part One

Fix Your Fucking Attitude
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Tw: Blood, Blood play, Sexual themes, Mature language, Fear.

The sun was setting; Blood was everywhere, you couldn't tell who's it was. You gently supported Karl as you lead him to his bike. He was half unconscious and was completely disposed.

You barley got him on the bike; he slumped downward and murmured too low to hear.

He was hurt. Badly.

You started the motorcycle and got in-front of Karl. He leaned on you softly.

You started the motor and tried to maintain the bike at a half decent speed. You struggled to keep control as Karl's weight was constantly throwing the balance of the bike off.

The sun started to dip beneath the trees, the temperature started to drop off rapidly. A thin fog started to form.

The road grew slick with condensation making you on edge. Forced to slow down your anxiety came to a peak.

You heard a car race up behind you. Who the fuck was driving on this road at this hour? They pulled close you, it was a solid black SUV with heavy window tint.

"Fuck."

You tried to see a face and nearly ran off the road as you for a moment though you saw the outline of Chris's jawline.

Your heart stopped in your chest, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you tried to calm yourself down.

"No way!! It couldn't be!?"

You again pumped the gas attempting to keep a good distance away from the car. It wasn't working; you were barely keeping the same distance away from the bike.

Karl murmured something behind you as you tried to round a curve. You were running out of daylight. It was a race to get away before dark. You would be a sitting duck with a black SUV going blackout behind you.

You tried to rely on your memory of the roads ahead but it was almost impossible because of your minimal knowledge of the area.  It was like the biggest bite in the ass. A reminder of your failure in rescuing and securing the plane. 

Your chances of survival from the moment that airplane crashed went from slim to almost none. This was a clear indicator of that.

You had enemies.

You wanted to stop and take the chance that Chris was who you saw in that car. You yearned to see him again but you couldn't hand over Karl vulnerable and defenseless to Umbrella Corp. He could die... or worse.

A chilling howl broke through the forest. Lycans. Your heart skipped a beat from the sound. Your last interaction was far from pleasant.

They must have smelled Karl's blood. He was severely injured. You hoped they were coming to help, but you feared the possibility it was just because they were blood frenzied.

Every choice you made was a gamble at this point. It was all high risk with little room for mistakes.

The fog had thickened up; a double edged sword. You managed to loose the car but you were also driving blind in Lucan territory with Karl barely breathing. The condensation started to dampen your clothes and hair. Little droplets cling to your hair as you raced to get to the factory in time.

You could feel Karl's warm blood against your back, it was uncomfortably warm and sticky. He got lucky that she didn't strike any closer to his heart.

Damn her. Damn him too. He was such a arrogant fool.
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Thirteen hours earlier

After karl left you had a lot to think about. You felt torn. You were a traitor. You not only associated and assisted the enemy; you've fucking slept with him.

Not even just slept with; you got romantically involved. It wasn't just a carnal urge. It was something else entirely. You hated what Karl did to those people, you hated that deep down he was still a man.

A very broken man.

He had humanity; but he chose to stuff it down. You understand why he chose not to feel. It was hard. Killing people was not an easy task. You both had blood on your hands.

Yet, he saved your live. He showed you compassion, it hurt to say but that was more than anyone in Umbrella did. They treated you like a homicidal freak, a living weapon for Umbrella. Karl even admired your gifts. He made you feel human; in a way that Chris never could.

Chris wanted to tame you; to make you a sentient weapon he could wield without fail. In a way Karl's hatred of control and almost feral nature was exactly what you needed.

As much as Karl and yourself didn't make sense, when you were with him you had never had so much clarity.

Or maybe you were wrong.

Karl could honestly be just a man giving into his desires; you knew that even if Karl wasn't entirely "human" he still was bound by human desire.

Perhaps Karl wasn't even using you for sex; perhaps his game was to get you to flip sides; to betray umbrella completely.

You knew that even if you didn't want to admit it both Chris and Karl had ulterior motives. They were dangerous, ambitious men. The only difference was the execution.

Chris wanted control over you; perhaps this was his own goal or maybe the goal of Umbrella. To seduce and create a relationship in which you couldn't tell him no.

In the truth Chris was always your weakness.

He was a man who made you feel safe; a man who had proven himself to be your superior even as a mere human man.

He knew your triggers and even attempted to console you during hard times. He always defended you. You had a unique bond. You were deeply in love with him.

Even if he couldn't love you back.

In a way you found Karl so appealing because he had no motive to control you; to make love to you. He was as wild and uncompromising as yourself. He complimented you.

You hated yourself. You hated this fucked up situation.

You were way in over your head and you knew it. You had to get to the bottom of this. To find out the truth. No matter how painful....
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You paced around your room; Karl had spoken to you of a plan he had before he left. He told you this;

"Listen buttercup we essentially have Two choices.

"One. We wait until mother Miranda restores you to my possession, this would take time as I would have to formally challenge that bitch and  prove that you were not only stolen but that she took even after you were claimed."

You narrowed your eyes and gave him a annoyed side glance. You hated him referring to you like a fucking object.

He sighed and took a deep inhale of his cigar.

"Well Buttercup; I hate to piss in your cereal but you are my possession. The four lords have laws, to keep us from falling to civil war and chaos, blah, blah, fucking blah.

"Not only did I capture you; Mother Miranda ordered you into my household. She stole from me the second she had the chance. That oversized bitch is always getting in my way."

He paused to take a deep inhale of his cigar. He was clearly pissed. He had such an intense gaze when he was angry. You felt a shameful blush creep into your cheeks.

"Why does he have such an effect on me?"

You shook your head trying to get those thoughts out of your mind. You realized he hasn't told you the second choice.

You had a bad feeling about what he was going to say. A surmounting feeling of dread struck you.

Karl.... What is the second choice?

"I challenge that cunt and take back what's mine."

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A/n: Shits about to get real. Buckle down for part two.