CHAPTER ONE

Walter was making…. "product" in his lab with Jesse.
"Hmm." Walt put a pan of water onto the burner and waited for it to boil.

"What are you doing?" Jesse asked him.

"Uhhh, making meth, what do you think!? I know what I'm doing!" Walter yelled. He coughs.

"No-" Jesse started.

"Shut up!" he screamed.

The water was boiling. He grabbed the red phosphorous.

"NO-" Jesse yelled. Too late. Walter dumped it into the water. BOOM!

The mixture exploded.

"AH!" Walter yelled. Fire was spraying out of the window, and onto the bug tent. The tent caught fire!

"No!" Jesse hollered. He was smoking a cigarette earlier, and opened the window to throw into the flowerbed, but had forgotten to close the window.

"Jesse!" Walter roared angrily as the fire died down in the pan.

"WHAT?" Jesse shouted. The tent was still blazing.
"Why didn't you close the freaking window?" he said in a panic, shutting it.

"I don't know! I just FORGOT, okay?"

"YOU WORTHLESS JUNKIE! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" Walter sprinted outside. Half of the tent was totally engulfed in flames. He heard sirens coming their way.

Walter leapt into the front seat of the car and sped down the road with Jesse in the passenger's seat.

"That's $800,000 WORTH of equipment and chemicals we left back there!" Walter said, coughing.

"I know, okay? I ruined it all, right? Jesse responded, mad as usual.

"But you HAD to forget to close the window! I knew going into another person's house to cook was a terrible idea. You MORON!"

"Well, you're the one that said-"

BOOOOOM! An explosion rocked the whole neighborhood.

"-that it was a good idea…" Jesse said.

Walt slammed on the breaks, looking behind him. The house was completely covered in fire. Several police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances were outside the house. The firemen were using the hose to spray the building with water.

"What are you doing? DRIVE!" Jesse shouted.

"STOP ORDERING ME AROUND! I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS!" The car was going 70 mph, but he kept his foot on the accelerator. Walt sped onto a highway. Finally, he realized he was going too fast, and slowed down.

"Oops." Walter said, going 55 mph on the interstate. After driving for 20 minutes, a semi truck suddenly appeared directly in front of them, speeding towards his car. "AHHHH!" Walt swerved violently into the next lane. The force of turning made him slam his head against the window by accident. "Ow!" The semi truck disappeared.

"Hey, man, what did you do that for!?" Jesse shouted, rubbing his head, which was bleeding from a cut from Walter veering into the next lane.

"I thought that there was a truck speeding towards us, THAT'S WHY!" he said, starting to drive again.
"YOU ARE STUPID, WHY ARE YOU HALLUCINATING?!" Jesse asked crossly.

"I do not know. Can you drive?" Walter requested.

"I guess."

After a few minutes, Walt pulled into a rest area and parked. He checked his watch. 6:21 pm.

"My wife will be wondering where I'm at." he said, annoyed.

"Well, she already wants a divorce." Jesse replied.

"Thanks for the reminder." Walter responded scornfully. He exited the car and got a drink from the vending machine and walked back over to the passenger's side of the car. Jesse was still in there.

"Aren't you going to get out of the car, you blockhead?" Walt questioned.
"Oh, yeah." Jesse went to the other side of the car and got into the drivers seat.
"Do you even know how to drive?" he asked.

"Yes…" Jesse said, closing the door and starting the car. Walter got in and closed the door, opening his drink. "Can I have a sip?"

"No."

"Fine." Jesse started to drive towards his house.

"This is my car, so do not crash it." Walter said. He drank half of his can of soda.

"Okay, obviously." Jesse sped towards his house.

Once they reached Jesse's house, Walter got out of the car and ran into Jesse's house and wandered around. Then he looked at the floor.

"Hmm." There was a little stain from when the acid ate through the bottom of the bathtub and dropped the dead body through.

Walter accidentally dropped his can of soda onto the ground. "Oops." Jesse ran up to him.

"Hey, man, I just swept!" he exclaimed angrily.

"I will clean it up." Walt picked up the can. There was still a little left in it. He went and got a washcloth.

At 8:00 he took his car and drove home. He parked in the driveway and entered his house.
"Hello, Walter." Sky said.

"Hello, honey." Walter replied.
"Do not call me honey."
"Okay, okay." Walter went to bed.

The next day, Walter got up and ate breakfast. Before he left, he tried to give Sky a kiss on the cheek, but she ran away, so he just left without giving her one. He got into his car and drove over to the place where he keeps his supplies. He loaded up his trunk with boxes of bottles and chemicals and stuff, and drove over to Jesse's house. He grabbed a box and knocked on Jesse's door. Jesse opened the door.

"Why are you bringing that stuff here?" he asked.
"Well, I was going to ask if we could just use your basement to cook in."

"Ummm, I don't think so." Jesse said. Just then, Walter's cell phone rang. He put the box on the ground and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE #&^%? HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!? I LOST MY %*(%ING JOB BECAUSE OF YOU!" Todd screamed.

"UM, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, OKAY!?" Walter coughed. "LOOK, I WILL-"

"NO! I NEED TO PAY RENT AND BUY FOOD AND PAY MY BILLS! THAT JOB WAS MY ONLY SOURCE OF CASH!" Todd yelled.

"GET A JOB AT MCDONALD'S!" Walter hung up. "Okay, we will cook in your basement."

"Hey, I never gave you permission! And who was that? Your wife?" Jesse asked.

"No, it was Todd."

"Oh."

"So where else can we cook!? I'm not going to make drugs in a department store, that's for sure."

"Okay. Fine, we will use my basement." Jesse relents.

"THANK YOU." Walter replies, irritated. He picks up the box and takes it downstairs. "It's dark down here."

"I have lights, you know." Jesse said.

"Well, turn them on!" Walt shouted up the stairs.

"They are burnt out."

"Ugh." Walter groaned. "Do you have any light bulbs?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I need them so I can vacuum up these cobwebs. Jesse, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING, THAT'S WHY! I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD HAVE ABSORBED AT LEAST SOME INFORMATION WHEN YOU WENT TO SCHOOL!"

"Okay, okay!" Jesse went into his kitchen to get them.
Walter dropped the box onto the ground and waited.

Finally, Jesse came back and screwed in the light bulb. Now the basement was dimly lit.

"Give me the rest of them." Walter commanded. Jesse tossed the box down the stairs and he caught it. Then he screwed in the rest of the bulbs.

After they cooked some, Walter decided that HE wanted to sell the meth this time.
"Can I sell it?"

"I guess so. Someone I know named Keith wants to buy some."

"Okay, where do I meet him?"

"In the alley at the shopping center on Egg Avenue. Do you want me to come with you?"

"Sure." Walter picked up the bags of methamphetamines and stuffed them into the duffel bag. "Do you want to drive?"

"No."

"Okay." Walter ran up the stairs with the bags, walked outside and put them into the backseat of the car and got into the driver's seat.

"Are you sure you aren't going to crash?" Jesse asked.

"I do not know. If you were are concerned about your safety, I suggest that you drive."
"Um, I'll only drive if you start to swerve around or something."

"Alright." Walter pulled out of the driveway and started heading towards their destination.

"What does this guy look like?"

"He has orange hair." Walter drove by the alley at Egg Ave. He saw someone with orange hair, so he pulled over there. He opened the trunk and got the duffel bags and ran into the alley.
"Walt! That's Hank!" Jesse shouted.

"Hehehe. Nice joke, Jesse!" Walter laughed, running towards Keith. "How much do you want to buy?"

Suddenly 'Keith' turned into Hank. "You're under arrest!"

"RUN!" Jesse shouted. Walter dropped the bags and grabbed his handgun from his pocket. He whacked Hank in the head very hard. CRACK! Hank fell on the ground.

"Aghh.." Walter stomped his head a few times then leapt into the car and sped off.