Heisenberg wandered in front of his factory amidst the icy air and the first of snowfall. He held her picture in front of his eyes, his hands tracing her beautiful and vivacious face. An energetic one, she was. The man smiled wryly as he held the picture closer to his chest, feeling the salty tear trail across his cheeks towards his lips. He looked ahead into the woods, hoping that (Y/N) would come back, jump into his arms while he held her tightly, listening to her melodious laugh. But he knew it wouldn't happen... The man looked up to the skies, his greenish-blue orbs watery with tears as he felt the tiny flakes of snow fluttering on his face, the cold chips melting into his warm skin."Why?" He whispered to the gloomy grey skies through which a ray of sunlight seeped, dancing on his face.
/snowfall...Just like the day (Y/N) became his.
Like him, she too was torn away from her mother's breasts, forced to undergo cruel and inhuman experiments, only for Miranda to declare them as 'Unfit for Eva.'
Death would have been sweeter.
She was a bubbly one, full of life. Somehow, she was able to hide her grim past with a warm and genial smile of hers.
He was supposed to train her to be one of them, learn their ways of living and eventually serve under Mother Miranda as one of the Lords. But instead, things grew personal between the two.
She had a broad smile on her face that day as she leant into his face for their first kiss. His hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer. It was beautiful, otherwordly beautiful. /
Heisenberg's rough fingers traced the smooth surface of the polaroid. It was one of the few days when the village got to enjoy the warmth of the sun. She was in a purple dress, her hair flowing behind as she laughed merrily in Heisenberg's arms. They were so happy. Where did they go wrong? What went wrong? He sighed deeply, his body screaming out of fatigue and exhaustion. But he couldn't, no, he wouldn't leave. What if she decides to come back? He should be there to pull her into his arms, to tell her that it's okay.
(Y/N) was never afraid of him. She was always intrigued, not just smitten. She wanted to dwell deeper into his heart, unveil him layer by layer. She wanted a life with him- share all their happiness, sorrows, misery, merriment- everything! He wanted to give it all to her. He felt normal with her. He felt human.
/"Karl!" (Y/N) cupped his face gently, pulling him into the crook of her neck. It was like every other night, the nightmares of his past, of the experiment, of all the blood and daunting devices that pierced into his flesh, the sounds of his bones being ground and his muscles being sliced- and overall, the pain. The fucking pain of undergoing through it all while he was conscious.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent while his hands snaked around her waist, holding her tightly as if his life depended on her. As if he was about to lose himself to insanity. She was his anchor, his rock. She was his lifeline. His reason to live./
The Lycans stared at the scene in front of them. They were quite- absolutely silent with only the sounds of the howling wind and their own breathing. And Heisenberg's sniffles. There was a glint of sympathy in the eyes of the Lycans. (Y/N) was a good mistress, and they probably loved her more than Heisenberg. She was always so gentle and playful with them. They lost their playmate. She was gone, left them alone, forever.
Heisenberg looked above and saw the flying vehicle glide through the dark skies, their buzz shaking the earth beneath them. His face darkened as his eyes trailed behind the vehicle, watching it fly farther and farther away till it disappeared into the clouds. 'They took her,' he thought bitterly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
/She was with that boulder-punching asshole, Chris. With kittenish-smile plastered on her face and her alluring eyes that stared deeply into Chris', the girl handed something to him. He couldn't hear her clearly, but he could make out some words- 'Lost baby', 'Mother Miranda', 'Family' and 'Cadou'. She told him about the plan. But, of course, that didn't break Heisenberg; he wasn't very loyal to Miranda anyway.
What broke him was her growing attraction towards Captain Boulder. The way she looked at him, the way she smiled, the flushed cheeks, the sparkly eyes. Jealousy./
Heisenberg walked back inside. He had to accept his grim reality. She was never coming back. She chose that Boulder over him. The inside of his factory was unusually empty. Most of the things that belong to (Y/N) weren't there anymore. It used to be their shared home...Now it was just his factory.
Towards the entrance of their bedroom, (Y/N) used to litter her shoes around, sometimes making Heisenberg trip over them.
Their bedroom- empty and desolate now only had some sweet memories of their past and her haunting scent. She smelt of cherries.
He missed seeing her on the bed, reading something. She loved to read. Heisenberg would get her several books from the Duke- all of which she would read over and over again, with the sound of his tinkering in the background. It was a lovely sight to see, her lost in that world of fantasy, unaware of his lingering eyes of endearment over her. What would he give to relive those moments again?
Why, why, why did she have to leave him?
Was this fate's way of giving him retribution for being disloyal to Miranda? But she was a monster...So was he.
/Every time the stress took its toll on Heisenberg, he would pull himself away from everyone and stay locked up in his room, working on his projects. God know the number of times he took his frustrations out on (Y/N). Then, of course, the two of them being the adamant, stubborn, hot-headed people they are, they fought endlessly, neither of them backing out. But every time, after a heated argument, they made up immediately, going back to being giddy-smiley lovers. Only if that had happened one more time...
"I am leaving, Karl." Her words hung heavy in the air. His heart pounded against his chest, shattering into a billion pieces. Pain.
"You're falling for that outsider, aren't you?! For that Nobel dog?" Heisenberg sneered, his voice laced with venom and hate. "That's nice, buttercup." (Y/N) looked at him, her face devoid of all emotions. It was true.
"I am sorry, Karl, but I have to go." He felt his world crumbling down. The vision of love and a wholesome future disappeared slowly. Heisenberg gave a dark chuckle with a shake of his head.
"Did I not love you enough?"
That night should have been a sweet moment between the two lovers. They should have been lost in each other's embrace and kisses, whispering sweet words into each other's ears.
"I can't do this anymore, Karl," She said, her voice cracking a little.
Heisenberg looked at her in shock. He didn't want her to go. He didn't want to believe that after so long, after so many years of living together with each other through thick and thin, they had to break off. Forever.
He looked at her with a pained expression, his breaking heart projected through his ocean-like eyes. He held his arms in front of her, asking her to come into his warm embrace. That all would be forgotten as long as he had her in his arms. But (Y/N) dropped her head and shook lightly, heading to the front door.
He watched her walk away from him.
Something inside him kept prodding him to tell her to come back. To ask her to stay. To apologise. But he- he was too lost in his overwhelming emotions.
Was she was really out of love? Perhaps she wasn't getting enough attention from him? Or was it because of the way he looked- shaggy and wild? Or was it because of his stench of sweat, metal, grease and dirt? No. Maybe he wasn't good enough for her- he was only a failed freak after all. Nobody likes freaks.
Whatever her reason was, he knew one thing for sure. She was never coming back. Ever. /
"Bloody hell, woman! Come back already!" Heisenberg cried, throwing a scrap of metal across the room. Then, he let out a loud blood-curdling scream as an invisible force of magnetism surrounded him, making all metal whirl around him like a tornado.
She was the part of him that he missed. Yet, somehow, she completed him. She gave him life, a reason to wake up every morning with a smile on his face. She gave him a reason to be a better man. She was everything he could ask for. Everything and more.
And he lost her forever.
"There you are!" The girl exclaimed as she saw Chris, his back facing her. Her pace quickened, eager to be in the man's presence.
She felt something giddy and flittering in her stomach. How long has it been since she last felt it?
Chris looked at her with a small smile, his hand reaching out to her, helping her into the chopper. (Y/N) stared into his dark blue eyes, losing herself in his stare. It was like time had stopped, their surroundings forgotten, and all that mattered was being in the presence of each other.
She did love Heisenberg- she genuinely cared for him. But Heisenberg was her past. Chris was her present, and probably future too.
