A/N
These characters DO NOT belong to me at all. Breaking Bad belongs to Vince Gilligan.
Only my OC'S are mine. This is a RATED M story.
I REPEAT RATED M.
In This Life Or The Next
Maxine couldn't believe that after all these years the men that have kept her cooped up finally decided to free her, but in return for her freedom. She must kill...Gustavo Fring. Also known as the drug kingpin, method distributor and cofounder of Pollos Hermanos. Friend to her father. But he frees her and wants her to continue a life she wants. Yet he has doubts about her Identity and wonders If she will be loyal and quiet. But once Maxine meets Mike Ehrmantraut she couldn't help but feel pulled to him. She then has a need to learn from him and perhaps become his protégé.
"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take..."
-Lewis Carrol
Chapter 1: The Bracelet
Days like these were just life changing, like something was going to happen. Something new was about to happen to Max. Max sat there against a boulder, tapping away at her sniper to the beat of the music. Trying her best to calm down her nerves she pulled out her phone to click next on her playlist. Green Day started playing away into her ears. Just as she was about to put her phone away her phone. Her burner phone started to vibrate.
She picked it up, pausing her music. She put it against her ear as she laid flat on her belly. "Yes?" Her voice dry and quiet. "Do it." The voice was male, it was heavy and metronome like. The man hanged up leaving Max dreading her next move. She looked at her wrist. A grey beaded bracelet held snug against her wrist. She smiled sadly at it. "Forgive me." She rolled it over into her palm. She looked through the telescope and looked for her target. She brushed her short hair away from her face breathing deeply through her mouth. Her dark hair shining a bright brown in the sun.
A dark middle-aged man stood firm and polite from where he stood. Wire rimmed glasses on his smiling face. "He's very skinny." Max smiled as he handed a child a bag of Pollos Hermanos chicken. The little girl smiled and walked away to her mother. Max held her index finger on the trigger aiming at his head. She felt uneasiness in her chest, her breathing escalating. She took a glance at her bracelet. She groaned in frustration. "Come on Max. You have to do this." She continued to stare at her bracelet. She frowned, pounding both her fists against the gravel underneath her. "I-I can't do it." She yelled frustrated. "I'm not doing this." Maxine stood up, dusting herself off. She pulled out the burner cell and pressed redial. A thundering voice came through. "Is it done?" He asked quietly. "I-I'm not going to do it." Maxine hesitated. "I thought this would happen. Why don't you turn around." Max's face fell with dread. Max slowly turned around, her burner cell still held to her ear. No one was there. "Thought you were going to get a bullet in the head? Well you're wrong. You get 20 seconds to run as fast as you can. Goodluck Maxine." He hung up as soon as he heard the shuffle of her feet running to the direction of the exit.
...Elsewhere...
The man stood there in silence, smiling. "You are quite the prize aren't you Maxine. What a beauty you are. It's quite the shame really that you have to die. No witnesses right John?" John nodded quietly. "Of course Marcos, no witnesses."
...Back To Maxine…
Max ran as fast as she could down the stairs not stopping for a second to breathe. She held her bracelet firm in her palm running past the people in front of her. "Excuse me please!" She yelled politely to an older man. She looked directly at him. His face in what seemed to be a constant sneer, white fuzz across his face like a goatee and some on his head. His nose seemed to be a bit crooked. But the his most noticeable feature was his eyes, mysterious and almost deadly. He moved slightly out her way as she ran past him. "Thank you!" She yelled panicking and out of breath. He shook his head as he was about to take a step up. He stopped, turned around and headed back down the staircase. "I better not be wrong about this." He muttered as he took his time down the stairs.
Max continued running until she heard a loud voice from below. "Oooh Maxine! Come down. Let's get this over with. It'll be quick." She stopped halfway down the steps not looking down. "We know you're there Max." She gulped and dashed back up the stairs with no one in sight. She ran past a door only to be grabbed and pulled in. The older man covered her mouth and held her close. She didn't struggle, she just stood there and waited. "Listen kid if you scream, I'll put a bullet in your head. Are you going to keep quiet?" Max nodded, he held still for a moment before he let go. She turned around, staring straight into his eyes. She casted her eyes down to his hands. In his right hand he held a silver gun and attached to it was a silencer. "H-Hello sir." He didn't say anything he just put a finger to his lips and walked over to the door. He stood there quietly as he peeked out. Max held her bracelet in her hand as she stared at the man. He pushed the door open and grabbed her upper arm. "Come on." He told her gruffly. She nodded, following after him. "Who sent you?" She asked nervously.
He ignored her as they walked down the stairs. She stopped when she saw a tall man at the foot of the stairs. He wore a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans with sunglasses on his head. He turned as he dropped his cigarette, stomping it with his shoe. "Hello again Max." He smiled, his smile fake and strange. "Why didn't you do it Maxi pad?" She frowned at the nickname. "I didn't do it bec-" He held out his hand, stopping her from continuing. "Was it because you thought it was the right thing to do or...is it because you're a coward?" He asked tilting his head at her.
She stood speechless. "Who's the old guy Maxine?" She looked at the older man who she didn't notice had stopped a couple steps below her. The older man looked at Quinn below on the staircase. The old man's face still formed in a sneer. "You don't need to know kid. Just keep walking." He spoke calmly. Quinn walked up to him calmly and put his hands in his pocket, pulling out a six inch knife. "Keep walking old man. We have unfinished business to finish with her." Maxine turned around, catching another man at the top of the stairs in the corner of her eye. His blond dirty hair gelled back and his black framed glasses held to his face securely. "Come on Quinn, we aren't here to fuck around." The man upstairs, Zack, pulled out a wire.
The older man sighed, pulling out his gun as if he had done this multiple times before. He whipped his gun at Zack, shooting him in the chest. Zack fell forward towards Max. Max moved in time. Zack hit his head against the edge of a step, cracking his head open. Large amounts of blood seeping out from his head. Max backed away from the body, nearly tripping down the step.
Quinn ran at the old man, almost stabbing him. The older man turned around, shooting Quinn in the foot. He fell face first, whimpering and screaming into a curled ball. Max backed down to the corner at the bottom stairs, covering her mouth in horror. "Holy shit...holy shit...holy shit…holy shit.." She repeated over quietly to herself. The older man walked up to him, looking down at Quinn. "Who the fuck are you?!" He yelled as he tried to crawl away from the stranger. "The real question is..who do you think I work for?" He asked nonchalantly. Quinn backed up further. "..G-Gustavo.." He whispered. "Mr. Fring to you kid." Quinn put his hands up in surrender, trembling in fear.
"Please don't kill me...please I have a kid." The older man furrowed his brows. "See her,.." He pointed to Max who had been watching the entire time. "...she's a kid too." He pointed to Max. She was huddled in the corner watching everything take place. Max closed her eyes and covered her head, not wanting to watch any longer. "I don't want to die...please don't let me die." She pleaded to an unknown force, hoping someone would answer her pleading. A loud shot echoed through the building. Max whimpered, gripping her head tighter. The older man walked over to her slowly as if she were an animal ready to run. He crouched down in front of her. "Come on kid we need to get out of here." Max uncovered her face, opening her dark chocolate eyes. "I'm not going to say this twice kid." He pulled out his gun and silencer from his pocket not pointing it in any direction. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked quietly. "Not unless you come with me." He grunted. She nodded, rising from where she sat still shaking slightly. He turned, walking around the dead man and down the stairs. She hesitated walking but continued after him quietly.
When they got to the bottom he walked through the emergency exit, the building making a loud screeching beep. She covered her head quickly following after the man. He held the door open as she walked through it. "Thank you." She sniffled, still covering her ears. Yet her eyes started to leak, small tears drifting down her cheeks. "You're ok kid. Now get in the car." He muttered. Max nodded following him to the car and opening the door wide open. She sat down on the passenger's seat quietly. The floor has some coffee cups scattered all over. The older man sat in the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him.
Mike turned to her, handing her a black handkerchief. "Put this on." She looked at it, flinching. He watched her curl slightly at the sight of a handkerchief. "I'm not going to hurt you unless I have to." She nodded reaching out to grab it. She stopped and looked up at him. "W-What's your name?" She asked, catching his gaze. "Mike, Mike Ehrmantraut." She nodded, taking the blindfold and tying it over her eyes. She strapped in, her hands trembling and twitching. A sound of rumbling came from Mike. "Yeah?" He answered. Maybe it's a phone Max thought to herself. "It's done. Yes sir." A loud click from his phone as he shut it. "This is going to be a long ride ok." She nodded. Mike then grabbed her wrists clicking on cuffs. "Di-Did you just cuff me?!" Max asked surprised. "Yeah, so?" Mike watched her clink the cuffs together hoping it would slip off. "Why did you cuff me?" He grunted. "I don't want to risk you killing me." She nodded, giving up on trying to slip through.
The car slowly started to move away from the building. Mike watched her fiddle with her fingers nervously. He hit a small bump making her whimper quietly. He heaved a sigh. "If you want you can take off the blindfold, go ahead." She took it off as fast as she could. She stayed quiet for quite a while, staring off into the desert not too far from where they drove. "T-Thank you Mike." Max smiled slightly. Mike glanced her way for a second before facing the road again. The two drove for a long time not saying a word. "Are you a cop?" Max asked suddenly, tilting her head towards him "What makes you think that?" She shrugged, looking away. "It just seems like you know your way around using a gun. You seem to know what you're doing. I kinda wish I could do that." She smiled sadly. "I'm not a cop, not anymore. What'd you mean doing what I do kid?" He asked, turning off the road and onto the desert. "A hit man. I may be naive at times but I'm not stupid Mike."
He grunted. "We're here." She nodded, not moving. "So is this where you're going to kill me for trying to kill your boss?" She asked softly, a hint of nervousness coming from her voice. "We'll see if that comes to it. By the way what's your name?" She sighed. "The names Maxine." He slightly turned to Max. "No last name?" She shrugged."I don't know my last name. They never told me." Max moved uncomfortably at the word 'they'. "Ok then." Mike got out the the car, taking the keys with him. Max looked through the window, dry bushes here and there. Sand slightly moving with the wind. The sky pink and purple, the sun will set soon. She looked over to where Mike stood. From the moment she met him, she could feel some sort of a calming feeling with him. Not considering the fact that he shot two men in front of her. Though they were coming to kill her themselves.
Suddenly another car came into view. A black SUV pulled over 10 ft away from where Mike stood. Mike turned to Max, signaling her to come out. Max pushed open the door slowly creeping out from the passenger's seat. Max slowly walked next Mike, the cuffs clinking away every time they hit. The passenger's door opened as a dark man came out. Max's eyes widened in fear. This was the man that she was supposed to kill on the rooftop. She turned to Mike in fear, realizing that he must have known that she was going to kill his boss and only came up to the rooftop to kill her. Mike just stood there with his hands in his jacket.
She turned back to see the dark man standing before her, his wire framed glasses glinting slightly in the leftover sun. Some areas of his head covered white and black from age. He stared down at Max as he stood tall and menacing. His black suit buttoned and tie held down with a clip. "Do you know who I am?" He asked curiously with an obvious accent. Max shook her head. "Speak kid." Mike spoke from behind her. "No, sir." He moved to unbutton his jacket. "What is your name?" He asked the nervous girl who seemed to shrink away in fear. "Max." He froze In place. He turned to Mike to verify her name. Mike nodded to the dark man in a suit. "She has no last name." The man turned to Max, craning his neck slightly. "Who do you work for?" He asked putting his arms to the side calmly. "I don't know. They've locked me away for a long time. I don't know whose who."
Max pulled her bracelet down to her palm, rolling the grey beads around in her hands. "All I have is this." She motioned to her bracelet that she held against her palm. The dark man looked down at the bracelet in a daze. "Where did you get this?" He asked quietly. Max looked down at the bracelet. "They gave it to me. They said it was from my father." She held it tighter, pulling it closer to her body. The man bent down to her face slightly. "I gave that to your father. I am Gustavo Fring." He whispered. She frowned in confusion. "You knew my father?" He nodded. "You're father was a great man. Very important to me. The men that took you," Max shifted uncomfortably. "They killed your father." Her eyes widened grinding her teeth. She tilted her head down backing up. Tears slid down her face her face, shutting her eyes tightly. "T-They made me do terrible things. They made me do stuff I didn't want to do!"
Max fell to her knees dropping her bracelet. Mike glanced to Gustavo who stared at Max breakdown in front of him. Gustavo bent down picking up her bracelet inspecting the bracelet in the palm of his hand. "You no longer belong to them. You will work for me now. I will treat you like you were meant to be treated." He smiled kindly handing her the bracelet and pulling her up. Mike opened the backseat door for Max as he lead her to the back. Max gripped the grey beads in her small hands. She sat down on the leather seats wiping her eyes.
Gustavo stepped away from her, turning to Mike. "The restraints don't appear to be very comfortable. Would you take them off her please?" Mike nodded, slowly walking his way to her side with the door wide open. "Let me take those cuffs off kid." She nodded, trying to wipe her tears away on her shoulder. She held her wrists out, he leaned forward unlocking her from the silver cuffs. She nodded to him with gratitude, rubbing her red marked wrists. Mike backed away, closing the door and turning to Gustavo. Max watched as they exchanged conversation. Max wiped away her tears. "I'm free?" She asked to no one in particular. She watched as Gustavo nodded to Mike and then turned to her smiling softly. She reminded him so much of Max. His Max. His dear friend. Gustavo walked away to the other car, getting into the passenger's seat. Mike walked to his car opening the door to the driver's seat and sitting down. "Buckle up kid." She nodded doing as he said. "Where are you taking me?" He turned to face her. "You'll be staying with me for the time being kid." Max nodded. She leaned against the glass, her breathing slowing down into a deep slumber as she held onto her bracelet.
A/N
These characters DO NOT belong to me at all. Breaking Bad belongs to Vince Gilligan.
Only my OC'S are mine. This is a RATED M story.
I REPEAT RATED M.
I know there are not a lot of Breaking Bad fanfics and I kinda get it. It's hard to write a character who was brilliantly written by someone else. I really hope I write their characters well enough. Please review! This is my first time writing a Breaking Bad story.
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