Hey Lads and Ladettes, here is my FF on one of my favourite shows, Breaking Bad. It's longer than I expected, (1309 wds) - sorry. No flaming and plenty of feedback please!
Walter sat at the breakfast table looking over the remnants of Skylar and Walter Jnr’s breakfast spread he had eagerly prepared before they got up. For Walter rising early was a non-issue, he could barely sleep. He had trouble when this whirlwind had all began, and ever since the Tuco escapade, he only managed a couple hours drifting in and out, tops. He stood and cleared the plates with his fluctuating mind still dominated by Jesse. He was mentally in a rut with imagery of immense hurt and death. ‘I was there’, he thought, ‘Why didn’t I do something?!’ He slammed his fist on the table to snap himself out of the train.
Three nights earlier he came to Jesse’s duplex to check on him after gaining some perspective after a conversation from a stranger at a bar. There of course was no answer so he went around the back to get in through the door he’d already broken into once before. When he got in he saw them, two zombies lying in a synthetic, inhumane psychosis. He looked at Jesse living on Mars and felt an emotional cocktail - sorrow, disappointment, and anger.
He went over to Jesse and his frown softened. The man at the bar made him realise that he cared for Jesse like a son.
‘Jesse, Jesse! Wake up!’
Nothing. He started to shake him and slap his face.
‘Jesse! Wake up for Christ’s sake!’
A murmur, then nothing.
He looked over at her. Walter thought of her as the root of this horrific problem. She was lying in an unnatural way over Jesse, and he pushed her body back so she rested on her back. He tried to bring Jesse back again to no avail.
He stood and sighed, and looked down at the syringes in disgust. He knew Jesse could be foolish, but this was next level.
He walked to the door to leave. Then he thought he heard Jesse coughing, he spun around and looked, but Jesse was still out cold. It was the girl. She seemed to be choking. Walter began to realise what was happening - she was convulsing, and choking on her own vomit. He shuffled over to her side of the bed and crouched down as if to manoeuvre her, but hesitation completely halted him. He just stood there in a stationary panic. You could hear her lungs striving against the wet muck lodged in her mouth and throat. He just kept watching in what was incredibly surreal viewing. And then she stopped. She was dead.
Walter drifted to the door and looked back at the girl, and then Jesse. He told his mind to stop, but a sentence leaked out. ‘Maybe this is a good thing.’ He cursed himself and left silently.
Walter was still washing up when replaying the events at Jesse’s three nights before. He looked out the window to what was another scorching Albuquerque day. He had to find out what the aftermath was, how Jesse was handling things. He would after teaching his last chemistry class for the day. He hoped Jesse hadn’t done something stupid.
Jesse’s place was a mess, but clean of any evidence of drug use. Walter was almost glad. The police and paramedics had clearly been here, but it looked as though it was just to take the body, it also seemed Jesse had still been around. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen now though.
‘What the hell are you doing here? – Hey wait, don’t I know you?’
Walter turned around and surprisingly saw the insightful man from the bar.
‘Ah...yes, I believe we met at the bar up at Los Duranes’ Walter stammered.
‘So what brings you here’? Asked the bar guy.
‘Oh, I just came to visit my nephew, but he doesn’t seem to be home so I’ll just...’
‘Jesse?’ The bar patron asked really quite heavily. ‘That little asshole is your nephew?’
‘Well, yeah, Walter started to explain, he raised his palm out, I don’t know about a little asshole’
‘He killed my Janie!’ Bar dude exclaimed, he was cracking; he looked down in an attempt to refrain from crying.
Walter was surprised, and was thinking of how to rid himself of the situation as quickly as possible.
‘What? How? When?! Walter asked. He seemed genuinely shocked and concerned.
‘Three days ago, B-G sniffed and got it together. ‘I saw him in the morning when the paramedics came here’, haven’t seen him since’.
Walter put his arm on the guy he met at the bar, ‘Thank-you’ he said solemnly. And he raced off to his car. He sat and watched Jane’s father from the bar walk back into the duplex which was attached to Jesse’s. Walt needed to know where Jesse could have gone. He had become a full-throttle junkie, and had one of the worst wake-ups of any man’s life - to find the woman you love dead on a come-down off probably the most potent drug known. Then Walt clicked. He remembered hearing of a barren, run-down building complex on the outskirts of town that housed the lowest of the low common denominators. The lost souls - heroin addicts.
He drove up the pot-holed road of his destination after about a twenty-minute drive. It was a long alley way driveway he needed to go up to get into the complex, but it was guarded by a burly Mexican man. He stopped the car by him.
‘I don’t know what you’re doing here homes, but an old man like you don’t belong out here’. Announced Burly.
‘I know, but I’m looking for someone – my nephew. Walt explained. I need to see him before he does something stupid.’
Burly barely looked down at him. ‘I don’t give a shit, it’s your funeral puto. Just don’t expect me to help you if one of these freaks tries to glass you’. Then he just walked away.
‘Glass me?’ Walter was trying to decipher the slang as he drove down the alley.
He had to walk through two rooms of the filthiest, saddest, most disgusting form of life he had ever seen. And the smell was indescribable. He walked into the third and most populated room and whimsically looked to find Jesse.
‘Jesse?!’
No sight of him. Walter stepped cautiously over bodies to get to what looked like the remains of a bathroom. He saw another man crouched over Jesse. The junkie was strangling him with a belt! He raced over and pulled the junkie off him.
‘Jesse! Oh my god’.
Jesse’s eyes were bulging out of his head, he looked half dead.
‘What were you doing to him?!’ Walter screamed at the twisted junkie.
‘Whoa chill out man. He wanted me to do it, said he’d give me the rest of his stash.’ Said Junkie, and looked extremely hard done by for Walter yelling at him.
Walter looked back at Jesse who was looking down at his arm, and cutting it deeply with a sharp piece of glass.
‘What the hell are you doing?!’ Walter shook Jesse, and threw away the glass. He started ripping off his sleeve to apply dressing for the severe cut.
Jesse’s bloodshot, dull eyes turned slowly to Walt and when they met with Walt’s, he just slowly shook his head. That mustering what seemed to be his last remaining energy, his eyes turned up in only the way they can when you die.
Walt sat and cradled Jesse for ten minutes silently. He had to leave this hell on earth to arrive on time for dinner with Skylar and Walt Jnr. He had to eat enchiladas and play happy families. They of course knew nothing, - he had to protect them. But it’s not to say that it wasn’t hard to lose his business partner, his friend, his so-called nephew.
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