So, I discovered Breaking Bad a month ago. Never been so hooked on a TV show in my life. I can't get the finale out of my head and this is the result. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Noncon, rape, violence.
Based on this prompt: Jack is furious that Walt thinks he's working with that rat
After he has Todd drag Jesse in he has one of his men rape Jesse in front of Walt (maybe the super handsy dude that patted Walt down) while he holds a gun to Walt's head. Walt hasn't gotten his hands on the cars keys yet and is forced to wait and watch.
Title: Bitch.
"Now I'm going to show you just how wrong you are, then I'm putting that bullet in your head myself."
Jack was so close to him, he could hear him breathing. Walt eye-balled the smirking nazi, silently pleased with just how perfectly his plan was progressing. Well, except for the bastards taking his car key. It was within his reach though, only an arms length away, waiting for him on the pool table. Why would they be suspicious of something as innocent as a key? All he had to be was patient; he would get the opportunity, and then, he would finish it.
All he had to do was wait for Pinkman.
Okay, so he had been wrong. Jack and Jesse were not partners; but that had not effected his plans. Jesse had still agreed to work for these Nazi scum. To save his own pathetic, cowardly life, no doubt. The blue chrystal was Walt's product, it was his baby, and Jesse had no damned right to cook it without his permission, not for anybody. But to cook for these Nazi filth, Hank's murderers, for the men that had stolen all of Walt's money and then his life's work, that was unforgivable. Walt would not accept it. He had given Jesse every chance, time and time again, but Jesse had thrown it all back into his face, and this was the final insult.
Walt had made the mistake of working with these animals himself, he knew that. But Jesse was doing this to hurt him, selling his product thinking that Walt was long gone, and Walt would not stand for that.
Walt allowed himself a small, grim smile. Jesse was about to get the shock of his life, and then, his life would end.
The man frowned. Whatever feelings he had once had for the kid, they were all gone now. If Pinkman wanted to work for the Nazis, wanted to sell what had been left of his soul, then he would die with the rest of them.
He reached out behind him, keeping a wary eye on Jack, and felt the key with the tips of his fingers. He trembled slightly, knowing how close he was, how close his triumph was. Soon, it would all be over. And once again, he'd have won.
And this time, he didn't need Pinkman's help.
Just as his hand fully covered the key, the door swung open once more, and Walt looked up sharply.
He didn't what he had expected to happen. He knew Jesse and the Nazis weren't exactly friends, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him.
Jesse stood, or rather cowered, in the doorway, Todd holding the door open for him. Walt watched as Jesse's defeated expression change to one of shock, and then anger when he saw Walt, and then hobbled his way into the room. Walt was frozen on the spot, unable to press the button in his hand, or even to speak. All he could do was gaze back. Even if he could speak, he wouldn't have a clue what to say.
Jack's growling voice filled the quiet space. "There, do you see what I'm talking about, you sonovabitch?" He marched up to Jesse, taking hold of the back of his neck, and shoving him further into the room, with Jesse only just managing to stay on his feet. "Now, does this look like a partner to you?" Jack spat at Walt.
When Walt didn't respond, Jack waved him closer, instructing him to "Come and take a look."
Still grasping the key, Walt did so. Moving away from the pool table, he edged closer to Jack and his "slave." He eyed Jesse, trying to keep his emotions at bay. For both their sakes, he couldn't show just how shocked and agonised he truly was at his old partner's appearance. He took in the ugly scars on Jesse's face, the cruel chains attached to the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, the long, unkempt hair, the way he hung his head in defeat and how badly his hands shook. And when Jesse finally did meet his one time mentor's gaze once more, his eyes filled with tears, that was when the guilt and despair grew deep within Walt, threatening to consume him. There was no light behind those eyes anymore, no life whatsoever. This was an empty shell. Whatever Jesse had been put through since he'd last seen him in the desert, it had ripped him apart and left him broken.
Walt had to lower his eyes, unable to look any longer. He ignored Jack's taunts, telling him "to have a gander" and telling him what a "hard worker" his "partner" was. Walt couldn't bear it. He could blame the Nazis for this, but he knew he himself had allowed this to happen. He'd let them take Jesse, and had watched it happen with some real pleasure. He had ensured Jesse was shattered beyond repair before he'd even left that place, when he'd revealed the truth about Jane. Now how Walt wished, in that horrible moment, that he could take those words back, and protect Jesse from the truth. Protect Jesse from all of it.
Walt had once angrily told Skyler that Jesse was not some "rabid dog" that needed to be put down, but that was now how he had been treated. He was the Nazis pet, and they had abused him for months.
And it was all Walt's fault.
Walt's eyes narrowed, and Jesse actually took an unsteady step back. Walt had made up his mind. He knew what he needed to do...
He stepped forward, trying to cut the space between himself and Jesse, when Jack suddenly moved between them, puffing on his cigarette, his eyes boring into Walt's.
"So," he growled. "You've got nothing to say to my 'partner' here?"
Jesse cast his eyes to the ground, not looking at Jack. Walt understood why. It had probably been beaten into Jesse to never look his "masters" in the eye.
More rage coursed through Walt. He'd set everything up perfectly, had his angles down just right. If he went ahead now, Jesse would be right in the line of fire. He wasn't about to let that happen.
He would make his move soon.
He just had to decide what to do.
Jack was enjoying himself.
"Well, Walter, if you've got nothing to say to my buddy, I think you've got something to say to me."
Walt eyed Jack.
"And what's that?"
Jack smiled. "You insulted me, remember? You came in here and shouting your mouth off, and made a mistake. I think you owe me and my boys an apology."
Walt blinked. "You want me to apologise to you?" He replied, softly.
The Nazis laughed, and Jesse flinched hard. Walt caught the movement, and his frown deepened.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" He muttered.
Jack's face darkened for a second, and then he threw back his head and laughed. "You sound just like your brother in law. What was his name again?" He placed his head on the side, and smiled. "Oh yeah, Hank."
Walt balled his hands into fists, but he didn't reply.
Jack puffed on his cigarette, not taking his eyes off of Walt. "Tell you what, and because my nephew still likes you, thought I have no damn clue why, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm still gonna blow your brains out, but I promised Todd it would be quick, and I keep my word."
"Except where he's concerned," Walt shot back, gesturing to Jesse, who didn't react."
Jack nodded. "That's a fair argument. But the point remains. He aint no partner. Fuck, he aint even a person. We've given the little rat bastard what he deserves, no more, no less." He moved closer to Walt. "Do you know what he is now, Walter?"
Walt fought to stay calm. "A slave," he said quietly. Again, he touched his car key and hesitated. But he couldn't. Not now. He would not risk Jesse. He had to think of a way to get Jesse out of harms way. But how?
Jack, meanwhile, was smirking again. "He's not just a slave," he told him. "He's our bitch."
Walt flinched at the word. Jack swung round, gesturing to his friend perched on the edge of the pool table. "Hey, Frankie boy, fancy having some fun with the little bitch?"
Frankie, grinning, jumped down from the table. "Happy too, Jack." He stalked forward, grabbed Jesse by his shirt and threw him bodily against the pool table. Walt went to follow, to stop this from happening somehow, but Jack was suddenly right beside him, and his gun was pressed against Walt's head. Walt stopped, eying Jack hatefully.
"Don't be stupid, now," Jack whispered. "I warned you, didn't I?"
Walt watched, horrified, as Frankie pinned Jesse against the table with his weight, and tugged on the younger man's clothes, revealing his backside.
"You want me to apologise, Jack?" Walt snapped, hurriedly. "Fine. I'm sorry. You don't have to do this. You've proved your point."
Jack chuckled. "Nah," he replied. "I don't think so. You see, our little buddy here is our bitch, pure and simple. And you know how we treat a bitch, don't you, Walter?" His eyes sparkled as he revelled in Walter's obvious dismay. "Why don't we give you a demonstration?"
"Don't," Walt muttered.
Jack shook his head, amused, and then called over to Frankie. "Go on, Frank. Enjoy yourself. And make it a good show."
There was no hint of any lube being used this time as Frankie, hearing Jack's words, began to shove his fingers into the terrified Jesse, and thekid cried out. Walt's heart went out to him in sympathy as he watched Frankie finger his former partner. The ever present gun nudging against his head told to him to stay still, and stay quiet. If Jack shot him now, there would be no helping Jesse. He had to watch, and try to be strong for his former partner. It was all he could do. He watched, horrified, as Frankie withdrew his fingers and lined himself up against Jesse's entrance. Frankie licked Jesse's ear, evidently taking great pleasure at the torture he was putting the other man through.
There was nothing that could have prepared Walt for the moment Frankie penetrated him. It was worse than anything he could have imagined. Jesse screamed, a sound that cut through Walt like a knife, and he was almost drowned out by the cheers and cat calls the filled the room. As Walt look around the room, bewildered and shocked, he saw that only Todd was not laughing. In fact, he wasn't even watching.
"Hey," Jack breathed in Walt's ear. "Don't look away now. It can get a lot worse."
Walt, swallowing down bile, forced himself to take in the horrific sight before him once more. Frankie was taking a struggling and crying Jesse brutally, acting as if the body beneath him wasn't actually a living, breathing human being. To his credit, Jesse did still try to struggle. It almost broke Walt to hear Jesse, through his sobs, manage a tiny whisper of "Mr White..." but it was pointless. There was no help Walt could get to him. Not yet. The rape seemed to take an eternity and Frankie took full benefit of the power he had over Jesse, maneuvering the small body for better access and smiling contently when he hit Jesse's prostate, forcing out a low moan from the tormented boy.
"Yeah baby," Frankie purred. "Take it, like the sweet little bitch you are."
Jesse let out a tortured wail.
Walt trembled helplessly. He was so relieved he couldn't see Jesse's face in that moment.
He could take Frankie out in a heart beat, but then Jesse would fall seconds after. Walt would not sacrifice Jesse. Not after this. He had to save him. He would save him.
He felt for the car key in his pocket, considering if he could make it to Jesse before... No, he couldn't risk it. He had one chance. He heard Jesse's cries and gritted his teeth, wishing he could cover his ears, block that sound out. All he could do was tell himself repeatedly, like a mantra; "It'll be over soon. It'll all be over soon."
He fought back tears at the sound of Jesse's laboured sobs and agonised grunts. The worst thing was that voice in his head, the voice telling him; "This isn't the first time." And yet again, he knew, that Jesse's suffering was all down to him.
Down to his few moments of vengeful rage in that desert.
At last, the Nazi finally let out a loud, satisfied moan and shot his load deep into Jesse. Walt, sickened, went to look away but the gun against his head pressed harder, and he stopped himself. He couldn't leave Jesse now. Not like this. As he looked on in disgust, he saw the rapist and victim lying together for a few moments, both trying to catch their breath and take stock of what had happened. At last, Frankie's huge bulk lifted off of Jesse's tiny frame, and the smaller man gasped for breath. With a cruel leer as he fixed his pants and re-buckled his belt, Frankie slapped Jesse's ass, chuckling as he did so.
"You are one fucking good lay boy, you know that?"
Jesse stayed where Frankie left him, pressed up against the pool table. His rapist, a big beaming smile on his face, jumped back up onto the table and grabbed once more for his bottle of beer. As the laughter and jeers from the other gangmembers in the room continued, Todd, with a cough, made his way forward. He stooped down behind Jesse, pulling up his pants, restoring his modesty. He then stepped away once more, catching Walt's glance for a quick beat.
Jack was smiling. "Bless Toddy," he purred, placing an affectionate hand on his nephews shoulder. "Bless him and his bleeding heart."
Todd said nothing. His expression also gave nothing away, though he refused to look at his uncle.
Jack shrugged. Grabbing hold of Jesse's forearm, he pulled him away from the table, and pushed him back toward Walt, until they were once more facing each other. Jesse, shaking from head to foot, kept his gaze locked firmly on the ground. All Walt wanted to do was to embrace the boy and tell him that everything would be alright. But he couldn't do that. And even if he could, it would just be another lie. Because Jesse wasn't going to be "alright," even if they made it out of there in one piece.
He would never be alright again.
Every part of Walt's being was desperate to protect the defeated, bruatlised man before him.
To protect the wayward "son."
And he couldn't ignore those instincts any longer.
Completely ignorant of the silent battle raging within Walt, Jack; who had evidently grown tired of the "show," hissed, "You hurry this shit up, make it quick?" The Nazi leader then took his eye off of Walt, exchanging a quick smirk with his second in command.
And that was what Walt needed. He knew what he had to do, and he couldn't waste another second. With a cry of anguish, Walt threw himself onto the startled, broken man before him, and together they crashed to the ground in a heap, both of them grunting and crying out from the discomfort and effort. Just as he had planned, Walt had a firm hold on the younger man, keeping his body trapped beneath his own. His finger was poised over the button to release the trunk, as he waited for the best moment to spring his trap.
He only had one chance.
He knew Jesse was terrified, could feel him desperately trying to push Walt off of him, but it was a feeble effort, thanks to the chains and his weakened state. He could hear Jesse whimpering in fear and pain, and he wished he could send a message to him somehow, to get it through to him that this was for his own good, and to keep still, for Christ's sake, just stay still... But he knew his former partner hated him. How the hell could he not? As far as Jesse was concerned, this was just another attack, another way of kicking him while he was down. He had been treated like a dog for too long.
Walt knew he hadn't forgiven Jesse either. The little rat had betrayed him, attacked him, threatened his family, he'd even gotten Hank killed. and Walt still knew there was no coming back from that.
But Walt would put thisright. He had caused Jesse all this horror and agony, not just tonight but for months, and now he truly knew that the punishment did not fit the crime. In that moment, Walt was the beautiful person, and he would keep the only family he could still reach as safe as he could. Whether Jesse wanted it or not. Because Jesse was all he had left.
The Nazis would pay for what they'd done.
By God, were they gonna pay...
Walt heard Jack ordering Todd to pull him off of Jesse, and then he felt the young man's strong hands tugging on his arm, trying to dislodge his grip, but he clung on, refusing to be moved. He heard their mocking taunts and laughter and he grimaced, his face set.
Let them laugh. How were they to know they had mere seconds left?
He had to keep Jesse down. That was all that mattered.
Pushing all of his weight onto the struggling, gasping man beneath him, to ensure that he kept him pinned; Walt shut his eyes tightly, and pressed the button as hard as could.
And the world exploded.
~FIN~