A/N: So I've decided to do a second chapter I guess. Leave a review. It's helpful. I'm not a really good writer, but I tried haha.
I do not own Breaking Bad or any of its characters.
He drove until the vehicle ran out of gas, then walked the rest of the way to who the hell knows where. His house was probably boarded off due to his supposed 'death'. They must have somehow figured that he would be buried with Hank and whatever-the-hell his partner's name was- Gomez?. Jesse stepped out of the car and looked around the familiar streets; cold, lost of where to go. Most of him debated whether to just get caught, let someone find him. But he couldn't spend his life in prison... that's a last option. The general point was, he had nowhere to go... unless...
Brandon Mayhew ran towards the door stubbornly in his PJs, wondering who could be at his door in the middle of the night. Hell, barely anybody but Skinny Pete go to his house in the day. He opened the door the see an unfamiliar figure. "Yeah?" Brandon gave a frustrated croak. The figure remained silent, hanging its head low until Brandon got the message. The weary man immediately went full of energy as he smiled in delight and realisation. "Jesse?! Woah, hey Jesse! Hey man, come in!" He raised his voice in excitement as he opened the door entirely. "Come on, man! What's up?!" He laughed. Jesse wobbled in slowly, not paying attention to the actual place. "Yeah, shitty place to live, I know."
But Jesse was still silent, hanging his head low in exhaustion. "Dude, you alright? We haven't seen you in months! Me and Skinny thought you moved to Alaska, yo." Badger spoke in a happy tone, oblivious to his friend's lack of well-being. "You been out partying? You look like shit." And smelt like it, Badger thought but didn't say aloud. Jesse remained frozen in the middle of the room.
"Jesse?... You alright?" It had finally hit him that something wasn't exactly... right. He stepped forwards and placed his hand against Jesse shoulder, causing Jesse to flinch greatly and let out a tiny noise of panic. Badger retrieved his hand back and walked in front of his vacant friend. Through the crappy and dim light that a nearby lamp gave from a stool, the older man discovered scars placed all around Jesse's face. "Holy shit, man. What happened?!" No reply.
"Here, why don't you... Sleep here. However long you want, yo." He changed the subject, noting how traumatised and tormented Jesse looked; eyes weary and giving up, body posture slouching and weak. He leaped over the things thrown on the ground and raced to his room to grab a spare blanket, coming back with pillows as well. "Here, just- no, Jesse, where are you going, man?" The younger of the two began to slowly head towards the door. The way Jesse walked was... gut wrenching. It was so out of the ordinary that Badger nearly felt light-headed.
"You don't want me here." Jesse croaked, unable to find his own voice. Badger seemed more shaken by his voice than the entire situation.
"'Course I want you here! Just, c'mon, yo, lie down and just spend the night, or even a few nights!... If you want." Badger responded, nodding as he did so in order to try to convince Jesse to stay. He settled down the pillows, readied the blanket and smiled sadly as Jesse wobbled back and crawled onto the sofa underneath the warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillows. "Here, just get some rest, man. You can take a shower and clean up tomorrow." But Jesse was already snoring. "...Right."
Jesse woke up the next morning in a sweat after another nightmare; he had dreamt of Kenny, one of the gang members, hosing him down until the entire pit filled of water, which eventually ended up drowning him to death as the others stood and laughed.
6:00AM. It wasn't too early for himself, considering it was the time he woke up most days in the pit. He crawled out of the of covers, finding it hard to stretch from his spot due to his entire body aching with every movement of a muscle. I'm not in the pit today... Not tomorrow... I'm never gonna be in that fucking pit... He almost laughed aloud.
Jesse stood up and slowly made his way towards the bathroom, figuring that it would be better if he showered now than later. He locked the door behind him and walked towards the mirror, staring at himself with his mouth agape. Sure, he's seen reflections of himself in the lab but never in an actual mirror. And Jesus, he did look like shit. Skin and bones, more facial hair than he would ever let himself grow, long hair, scars, cuts and bruises. Now feeling nauseous, he turned around to see spare clothes on top of the toilet seat, along with a towel already readied for him. He exhaled sharply. It was profoundly exciting to finally get a shower to his own privacy.
Stripping himself of his clothing, he climbed into the shower and turned on the water. Tears started to stream down his cheeks as soon as the warm water hit softly against his skin. He was in a private area, showering. Not with a hose of freezing cold water on full force and being bare-naked in front of the entire gang as they shouted vile words and names. Jesse let out a joy-filled wail.
After he was finished, he got cleaned up, shaved, and dressed in Badger's spare clothes. His hair was still long, though, which was irritating.
He stepped out of the bathroom to see that the crappy bungalow was still empty and quiet, Badger wasn't up yet.
11:58AM
Badger walked down the corridor and into his living room to see Jesse sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his blanket as he sat idly. "Uh, bro, you could've watched TV, y'know. The remote's right there." Badger mentioned as he pointed towards the remote on the coffee table right in front of the couch, but quickly noticed tear tracks along the younger man's cheeks and remained silent. "So uh, you hungry or... I can order a pizza, man." Jesse shook his head.
"Dude, you're skin and bones! You need to eat, yo!" Badger replied, picking up the phone to dial the number for pizza anyway, since he was feeling for some himself. After he ordered- "Pepperoni with garlic dip, yo!... Also add in some drink of whatever. Surprise me, man."- he grew slightly determined to find out what the hell happened to his younger and probably closest friend in the past six months. Their friendship wasn't really the usual 'vent to me your problems' thing, but this seemed necessary. "So uh, what happened, yo? Haven't seen you in like six months."
"Me n' Pete, thought you were in Alaska... until your boy Walt told us that you were back cookin'... he looked pretty mad about it though." Badger added, awaiting a reply. Jesse turned his head to look at his weary-eyed friend.
"What?"
"Yeah, like three days ago, man. That doesn't really explain the six months though." He continued, scratching the back of his neck as he did so. "Where is 'Heisenberg' anyway? Hadn't seen him lately either."
Jesse cleared his throat and eyed the remote. "Hey, uh, yeah. Can we watch TV?" He asked. Badger nudged his head to the direction of the remote as if to say 'Go ahead'. Jesse reached over and grabbed the remote firmly, later pressing one of the buttons to power the cheap TV that was placed across the room. Immediately, the channel was switched on the news station.
"Right. Well, I'm gonna go get myself cleaned up. Stay put, yo." said Badger, standing up from his position and preparing himself to walk off down the corridor until he was interrupted by a headline from the news channel.
'Yesterday, Sunday September 7th, was the date of the death of the infamous 'Heisenberg', real name Walter White, who was in fugitive state for several months, and was confirmed dead the previous night at a neo-nazi gang hideout, along with several others. The location is not to be released at this time.
'Heisenberg was found in what appears to be a meth lab located just beside the hideout, already dead of blood loss from a bullet of the same alleged gunfire shootout that occurred yesterday night. The other members were found dead of the same firearm, later discovered from the back of White's car, one strangled. Images may contain graphic nature.'
The TV displayed photos of the hideout, displaying most of the scene, without the bodies. It also showed images of the pit, which made Jesse look away.
'It was presumed that the Neo-nazi gang had kept a prisoner down in a pit found nearby the site, but the hostage was nowhere to be found. Authorities send out a message to the public that the hostage is a possible threat and may be armed and dangerous. Further details will be announced tonight at 10. Henry?'
'Thank you, Margaret, now with today's weather..."
Jesse switched off the TV and placed the remote back onto the messy coffee table. He ignored Badger's mouth agape as he stared at the younger man. "Yo." He started, overwhelmed of shock from the news. He eventually came to his senses and suspicions and- "Were you...?"
"Yeah." Jesse cut off, avoiding eye contact. He subconsciously prepared himself to be hit, or yelled at. Badger must have noticed.
"Dude, I'm not gonna like, do anything to you, yo... okay?" The older man slowly approached the couch and sat down where he was previously. "Okay, I-" But his cellphone rang, playing an obnoxious rap song aloud, which Badger even personally admitted that it had ruined the moment. The screen displayed 'Skinny Pete'. "Hold on."
He pulled the mobile up to his ear and spoke in an irritated tone, "Yeah?"
"Yo, did'ya hear what was on the news, bro?"
"Yeah, man. Heisenberg's dead. I know."
"D'ya think Jesse knows? Him not being 'round here n' all?"
"Yeah, about that. He's here..." Badger responded, shortly after standing up and walking to the corridor to whisper into the mobile, "And not in the best shape, yo."
"Jesse's here?! Since when, bro?"
"Since, like, yesterday night, man. Same day as when Heisenberg died." He replied, as if to give Pete the idea, only for it to be no use.
"Yo, I'm comin' over. I seriously thought he moved to Alaska 'til like three days ago, bro. See ya."
Badger hung up the phone and placed it back into his back-pocket. He walked back towards Jesse who was now crying into his hands, whimpering and wailing as he did so. Feeling awkward and incompetent of what to do, he sat next Jesse and gently placed a hand on his shoulder so that his arm was wrapped around Jesse's back. "Look, man, you should go rest more. You could sleep in my bed, if you want... Here." Badger helped up Jesse, whose breath was hitching aloud, and led him down the corridor and to his bed to rest. "Here, just- yeah." He spoke as Jesse lay down, instantly relaxed as soon as he hit the covers. "I'll... uh, come check up on you later, I guess." Badger backed up and closed the bedroom door behind him.
There was a knock an the door, which led to Pete entering without warning shortly after, considering that Badger never really locks his door anyway. "Yooo! Where's Pinkman at? We should all smoke some, for old times sake, y'know?" Pete marched in, walking around excitedly.
"Dude, quiet down! Jesse's sleeping." Badger hissed as he mentioned the current state of their friend. He placed a firm hand on Pete's shoulder to stop him from moving so much. "Yeah, we've got a problem."
"Yeah? What kind'a problem?"
"Turns out, Jesse was the person held captive at the Neo-nazi or whatever's hideout place." Badger flatly said without hesitation.
"What?! You gone crazy, yo?!" Pete raised his voice in disbelief.
"No, man! Have you seen him? There's like, friggin' scars and cuts all over him." Badger explained. "He came here last night, looking worse. Smelt like shit, looked like shit and everything. He started cryin' and shit and I think they tortured him or something, yo."
Pete took a seat at the arm of the couch, looking pale and shaken. "Holy shit, yo." He massaged his temple. They remained silent, oblivious to police sirens going off in the distance, that appeared to be getting closer. Close enough that it started to get louder. "The hell?" Pete said to no one in particular, Badger thought the same, growing anxious to who the sirens may actually be for. Why would they be for him or Pete? Not like they're known for anything. But at that moment, Badger had a good idea in his head. Jesse.
Before they could even think to make a run for it, the door was kicked open and several police men hoarded in, pointing firearms at Badger and Skinny, telling them to get on their knees. "Where's Jesse Pinkman!" Demanded one of the police men. Badger didn't know how the hell they even knew that Jesse was here but out of utter panic he quickly replied, "What?!"
"Found him." Another police officer down the corridor announced as he opened to the door to the bedroom. Two more of the police officers marched into the bedroom, Badger growing panicked as he knew some knowledge on traumas and how sensitive people who are in one could be.
Jesse froze up as one of the police officers forced him awake and assertively flipped him to his front, so that his back faced the ceiling. The police officer slapped on the handcuffs, which triggered Jesse to start screaming as the handcuffs made a close resemblance of the manacles. "No! Not again, please!" He sobbed as they forced him up to walk out of the house (they kept having to push him forwards to walk, since his legs started to fail him). Badger and Pete stared helplessly as Jesse disappeared from their view to be walked outside and placed into a vehicle.
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