This is a small prose, poem, summary thing about my FAVORITE television villain. Anyone who has seen Breaking Bad knows that Gustavo Fring was Walt's major antagonist for a good portion of the show, it was probably my favorite part of the show as well!

So please enjoy. And a little heads up, I will be updating this, its not finished yet so when I work on it, I'll update.

-SB

I am an officiator, I foresee that business is completed. I hide away the hideous façade of my business dealings with kindness and honesty.

But one thing is made clear, I make the rules, it is done how I directed it to be.

Yet, I can be reasonable, but to a degree.

I watch, closely. No one turns their back on me, no one rats out to the DEA, and no one gets away with the murder of my colleagues.

I am collective and calm, you cannot tell what my moves are, for I am always three steps ahead. I keep everything in check, even if it means threatening your family.

I am intimidating, my eyes are cold and dead on the outside, a stare that can make you shiver, that will grab onto your spine and shake you until you tremble.

I am a businessman, one of illegal dealings, yet I am still sophisticated and sharp. I hold myself with high regard and because of that, others do as well.

No one is above me, not even the cartel, Don Eladio, his dregs, all of them, fell to their knees. It took years in the making, but they never had suspected a thing.

I'm an existential threat, ghostly and yet, simple. My point will be proven to you with this box cutter, slashed into his throat. You will watch him die before you, I'll hold open the wound, so his blood stains your clothes. Finally, I'll throw his body to the floor as he decays in a puddle of his own blood, and you, you will get back to work.

Los Pollos Hermanos, it is a second home, one where I seem normal to everyone, even the DEA. I hide in plain sight, chameleon-like, as I've befriended my enemies.

I do not break, I do not give in, I am no fool, the only thing that I am faulted of, is a need for revenge. A vow to rid the Salamanca name from the earth, and it ended with Hector.

He was petty, a coward, now doomed to a wheelchair and a bell, he disgusted me.

A crippled little rata.

He could do nothing but cower in his seat as I described how each of his remaining family members and acquaintances were killed:

The twins and, killed by agent Schrader in a shootout at a parking lot

Tuco Salamanca, also killed by Schrader, at a hideout.

And his old friend, Don Eladio, and his men, all poisoned.

Hector's face crumpled into one of anger as I concluded out annual visit, his death would end the Salamanca bloodline.

I am evil, a definite force to be reckoned with. I do not attest to those who deny my power. Yet I am sidetracked by these thorns, these two, constantly getting in my way.

Pinkman, and Mr. White

They came to me, to cook for me. Their product was the purest, yet Walter was careless and filled with too much pride, while Pinkman was a junkie. I do not usually condone with such clientele, but they were persistent.

I am clean cut, swift with my dealings. My point is made and that's the end of it.

Eventually Walter became a problem, snooping around and erratically not showing up for a cook, which keeps my business alive.

He thinks he is in charge, he must realize that I am who he works for.

I do not tolerate foolhardiness when business is on the line, working for me means being serious and prepared for consequences if you tarnish my reputation.

If you cross me, just remember this one simple fact: you are meaningless to me, expendable. Others can do the job, and will be thrown away like garbage.

I am a thinker, calculative and strategic. Someone with intelligence and the ability to use that to my advantage, so you best be wary, for I have an upper hand.