/Hello, my tears,
Because of you,
I am who I am./
He ran as fast as he could, his limbs aching with pain at the increased strain. Ignoring the throbbing ache in his muscle, he kept running through the woods, his breath getting more and more shallow, his nose starting to bleed.
Images of his lover's mutilated corpse kept popping up in his mind, irking the man until he almost stumbled upon a big rock. "Fuck. Fuck" He swore under his breath, hoping that she was safe...Safe from that vile witch- Mother Miranda.
The smell of blood from his nose made his stomach sick, the metallic stench reminding him of the experiments. The room. The daunting pieces of equipment. The pain. And his own screams, which are starting to sound like hers.
/Hello, Sorrow,
Because of you,
I am who I am./
It was a mistake. It was a goddamn mistake. From the moment Heisenberg laid his eyes on her, he knew that love would always be doomed for him. For them. Yet, he took his chances with her. With the love of his life (Y/N).
"Should have fucking told her to go home." He grunted, resisting his strong urge to smack his head with the hammer. "Should have fucking told her to leave, you moronic freak!"
She was always different. He knew it. He felt it.
She was everything he was not- she was human; he was a monster, a freak.
She had a heart and soul. He shed his last ounce of humanity long back. She was born special. He was made special, or more like a monstrous swine.
If Miranda ever found her, he knew what she would do to the girl- make her the living vessel for her lost daughter. And probably kill her if her body rejects it.
Yet, he wanted to play the Charming Knight in Shining Armour- Oh how ill-fated was this knight and his beloved maiden!
The horrible, horrible images of (Y/N) chained and shackled while being stabbed with millions of needles and knives and every other gruesome sharp object that these cruel freaks used...What an irony! 'I am one of them...A cruel freak.'
A nasty monster who tried to be a good man.
/Long, long, ago
I did not know who I was
And in the deepness,
I was lost And now.../
Memories that he tried to suppress long back kept resurfacing now as if (Y/N)'s unavoidable demise was the trigger. Memories of his days as Miranda's lab rat.
He could hear his own screams of agony- the way they tormented him. He could feel the pain of the sharp things piercing through his youthful flesh, the sounds of muscles tearing and bones breaking. It sounded like metal tearing apart. Harsh grinds and cracks of bones shattering intermingling with the squishy sounds of the tearing of the muscles.
He could feel the sudden, painful jolt of electricity through his body- frying up every part of him, almost like as if he was losing control of his body- blurred light and darkness coming in and out side by side. He felt his throat letting out strong aching coughs splattering with blood, the metallic taste of the liquid filling his mouth.
The tears he had been trying to swallow now started to fill up his eyes, making his vision hazy.
"Fuck's sake, please!" He said once the fortress where Miranda performed her brutal experiments came into his view. His sprinting quickened its pace, his breathing getting more difficult now, as he wiped out more blood flowing down his nose.
/Hello, my tears,
Because of you,
I am who I am./
He barged into the fortress, ignoring every single Lycan grunting at him. He looked around, the inside of the fortress being a massive maze. Frustrated and tired, Heisenberg punched a wall close to him, a deep dent forming.
'clink clink clink' Sounds of some metal being dropped or kept!
Without further delay, he picked up on the sounds, following its faint traces through the maze. The sounds got louder and louder...followed by whimpers and strained breathing. (Y/N)'s breathing.
His heartbeat thudded loudly and fast, a strange sensation in his stomach, something warning him about a particular ominous revelation...A revelation he knew he had to expect today as he got closer to the room. He stood in front, his hands shakily reaching for the door.
/Hello, Sorrow,
Because of you,
I am who I am./
Mother Miranda turned around an impassive expression on her face as usual. She had expected Heisenberg to come in. After all, it was from his factory that she found his naive little guinea pig.
Ignoring the Mother and everyone else present in the room, Heisenberg walked straight towards the bed where a body bloodied and lifeless laid...his lover's body.
Her eyes stared into a distant space, lifeless and dull. Her lips were purple pale and her entire torso covered in blood. There was some marred flesh or abscesses on her lower abdomen, the site of the cadou implantation. The cadou didn't just reject her; it killed her. How barbaric. Heisenberg placed his hand on her cold cheek, caressing it a few times...Just like the night where he promised to protect her. And here she was dead. 'Because of me.'
Blinded by fury and rage, Heisenberg let out a loud howl, the whole room shaking and the metal in the room starting to fly in random directions. Some of the metal crashed against the walls, some tore through the furniture, and others pierced through the Lycans, killing them ruthlessly and mercilessly. Their inners splattered out, blood painting the room in crimson red, the metallic stench getting stronger. The room was filled with the shrieks of the dying Lycans and the metals grinding and clashing.
All he could see was red. All he wanted to hear was the fucking screams of pain and agony- the ones that both he and his lover endured...The one that killed her...The one that took her away from him forever.
"Heisenberg!" Miranda's voice echoed through the room, making the man stop in an instant. He looked at Miranda dead in the eye, his gaze intense and piercing, devoid of his sunglasses. But the woman never flinched, a cold command radiating off her that made the man stop. She could control him, almost as if she possessed his body and controlled him from the inside. "Remember your allegiance."
He watched the woman vanish, his eyes still fixated on the same spot where she once stood. The metal around him dropped, loud 'clank' sounds vibrating throughout the room.
His breath slowly returned to normal as he turned towards his lover's corpse. Reaching out to her lifeless body, his one hand on her neck and the other on her back, he bought the woman to his chest, burying his nose in her hair. He breathed in her flowery scent, overpowered by the bloody stench, with tears running down his cheeks. Tears he had tried to contain. Rocking himself back and forth as if trying to lull a crying infant to sleep, he held the girl's body close, his wails getting louder and louder...
"I will fucking get you, Miranda."
/Because of you,
I am who I am../
