𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 [𝕂. ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘]

Chapter 15

It was hard to eavesdrop through the iron door separating y/n from Heisenberg and Ethan. Through their muffled conversation, she counted at least four very distinct fuck that or fuck yous. Only one of them didn’t come from Heisenberg as far as she could tell. Something told her their talk wasn’t going over well. 

Y/n sat on the floor with her back pressed against the wall. She pulled her knees to her chest and fumbled with her fingers. Anxiety had a firm grip around her heart as she waited to hear whether or not the two would settle their differences and work together.

A loud slam thundered from the room, loud enough to make the shared wall shake. Then, everything went silent. Y/n held her breath, listening and waiting. 

She closed her eyes and her lip quivered. The horrors she had witnessed this near full year made her seriously doubt in the existence of a higher power. Out of desperation, she muttered a small prayer for anyone willing to listen. “Please. Please. Let him have a change of heart. Please, I don’t want Ethan to ki—”

Y/n stopped herself. She couldn’t bring herself to finish her thought. She couldn’t consider the possibility.

Y/n’s heart banged into her chest as she pushed the door open. The creaks of the hinges wailed out into the other room. She peered through the gap.

Heisenberg sat in a rusted fold out chair. His head hung over his hands folded in front of him. The air surrounding him held so much intensity, she could almost suffocate in it. Y/n noticed he was alone. There was no sign of Ethan anywhere.

Y/n slipped between the door and its frame. She approached Heisenberg with caution, unsure what sort of mood his conversation with Ethan left him. Her steps echoed out, but he stayed motionless. Y/n dropped to her knees before Heisenberg. She held his hands in hers. Her thumb ran in small circles, trying to offer him some comfort. His eyes, hiding behind his glasses, held immense gravity.

Y/n called out for him in a soft, yet careful, voice. He didn’t respond. She tried again with a weakened smile and a fake carefree attitude lacing her words. “We didn’t need Ethan anyway. We’ll get out of here on our own, just like you said. There’s no way Miranda could kill all of our Soldats.”

Ethan’s name brought him out of his slump and he began to stir with life again. He scowled, cursing under his breath as he stood to his feet. Heisenberg walked past y/n and headed towards the stairs leading down into the factory, acting as if she was not in the room with him. Fearing he’d leave her behind, Y/n hurried to stand and follow after him.

He pushed onto the leaden iron door, leaving a clear dent where his hand lay. Heisenberg growled, muttering to himself in German. Beyond all the foreign words, y/n caught one small bit of English. “I’m going to rip Winters to fucking shreds.”

In his blind rage, Heisenberg stomped down the poorly lit and narrow stairwell, giving no concern if y/n was following him or not. Y/n tried her best to keep up while staying safe. One slip on these stairs guaranteed her a broken bone.

In her caution, she had almost lost track of Heisenberg. Y/n finally made it to solid ground and paused, scanning the factory’s top floor for him. Before he vanished from her line of sight she saw him turn a corner. She rushed after him, calling his name to no avail.

Y/n slammed her body into his back. She wrapped her arms tight around his waist and buried her face into his oil-stained coat. “Karl… calm down for just a second.”

“Y/n.” Hearing him call her by her name rather than a silly nickname felt wrong. There was no warmth in Heisenberg’s voice. Instead, his tone was distant and calloused. “Stay out of this.”