𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 ;

    ❝   LYCANS AND GENTLEMEN, WE THANK YOU FOR WAITING ! ❞

he’d not a single delivery in tow as he marches up to the castle’s front entrance, cigar hanging from his lips idly and gaze more focused on the cobbled snow rather than ahead. once the musical tune reaches his ears, he can’t help but groan inwardly. of course he’s not ALLOWED without the fucking delivery, but why was it so painfully annoying nonetheless that his dear, darling, big bitch of a sister could not tend to her own needs? “is that so?” comes a dull reply from a less than eager uncle. as cassandra latches on, heisenberg pauses in his tracks. “i assumed you’d be busy finding papa bear today, cass. your sisters are going to need all the help they can get.” free hand comes up to PRY the cigar from his lips, tight with annoyance and something else one can’t place a finger on. “but if you’d rather torment and barrel up poor maidens, suit yourself.” after all, he’s suppose to be the FUN uncle, right? who is he to deny her a little quality family bonding?

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perhaps it was in this moment that he recalls the uses of his creations. they were more than just test subjects that he either failed or succeeded at making, but useful even in death. the stench of what entered his factory already has his nose scrunching up in aggravation --- doesn't take much to rile the beast, especially within his own territory unannounced. much like his anger, the mutant shows no indication of that rage. only raises a gloved hand and curl his fingers ever so slightly to snatch her caught victim from her teeth. in all honesty, he hopes he's yanked all her teeth out her mouth, but he can't possibly be that lucky, now can he? there's a reason his subjects have metal carved into their flesh.

instantaneously, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge, faux hackles that the beast wishes he had to put on display because she should know just how much he loathed her being. how much he wanted her to suffer for everything she put him through--- and for what she continued to do. his siblings may have bowed down to her and viewed her as some sort of mother, but heisenberg refused to be so compliant. when she speaks, the mutant reaches for a cigar and strikes a match. ❝ tormenting the villagers with my toys is part of doing the tasks, is it not?❞ his canines gnash down on the cigar accidentally as he speaks around it, rigidness evident in his tone. why hide it? what could she possibly do to him that he hasn't already endured before? but in the simmering of his usually boiling anger, a thought crosses his mind about her little visit. ❝ uh oh, someone's worried about ol' daddy-o running amok looking for his daughter. i didn't think he'd make it so far from one little head start.❞ a pout replaces rigid tone as he proceeds to stand, coat slid on and hammer hilt slapping against the palm of his hand. he'll go look for ethan, play by her games...until the day come when his toys make her eat her words.

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          she  sounds  familiar  and  not  even  in  a  good  way,  a  reincarnation  of  something  wicked  on  the  tongue  and  devilish  on  the  brain.  there’s  several  moments  in  these  meetings  that  makes  heisenberg  note  the  unimportant  parts  of  her  office  and  draws  him  to  the  decorations  or  a  particular  tea  set  that  she’s  brought  out.  he  assumed  it’s  a  habit  he’s  had  since  a  child  ---  doting  on  things  with  no  meaning  to  keep  himself  calm.  instead,  the  ability  to  be  able  to  do  so  is  much  harder  now  that  he’s  older.  it  doesn’t  take  long  for  him  to  lose  his  temper  or  become  annoyed  in  an  uncomfortable  situation.  ❝  there  is  no  fucking  we  in  that  phrase.  if  you  truly  understood  the  meaning,  you’d  turn  down  the  party  invitations.❞    there’s  a  warning  in  his  tone,  growl  behind  each  word  to  show  that  ice  was  real  thin  when  miranda  was  brought  up  and  at  times,  praised  for  what  she  said  and  did.  no  one  knew  the  vile  bitch  and  what  she  was  capable  of;  hell,  no  one  even  knew  the  abuse  thrown  upon  him  by  her.  granted  a  freedom  and  yet  she  still  haunts  him  through  the  mouths  of  others.

          a wrench goes flying off the table and pass the man’s head, embedding itself in the wall behind him before lurching free to repeat the action again. heisenberg’s hand shoots up to grab the tool this time, grip tight as if there’s a throat ( PREFERABLY LEON’S ) within his grasp. why did the morons who found themselves behind the village gates choose his factory to explore? and furthermore, why the fuck were all the people chatterboxes. it’s not that heisenberg doesn’t appreciate a good conversation, especially when it’s pertaining to his work, but he hates chit-chat to fill in the silence. ❝ you don’t know how to shut the fuck up, do you? ❞  makes a mental note to toss him down the hole like so many others.

  ❝  until  you  get  it  through  your  moldy  ass  brain  that  i  am  not  your  enemy.  or  at  least,  not  right  now.  it  really  does  depend  on  how  smart  you  are  and  judging  the  current  situation,  i’d  say  i  hope  rose  has  more  than  just  her  mother’s  looks.  ❞    he  likes  ethan,  which  sounds  quite  odd  when  spoken  aloud  because  he  can  tell  the  father  doesn’t  understand  the  context.  the  man’s  body  is  extraordinary,  useful  in  ways  that  not  even  miranda  knows.  issue  is,  ethan  winters  won’t  sit  still  long  enough  to  hear  reason  and  heisenberg  is  close  to  losing  his  fucking  patience.

the  tyrant  who  seek  creation  has  received  a  modified  prototype,  one  that  would  probably  never  have  any  real  value  to  anyone  else  in  the  village  and  heisenberg  has  once  again  done  his  duty  without  even  asking  why  wesker  was  there  in  the  first  place.  alcina  conducted  business  in  ways  that  not  even  he  understood,  but  the  recommendation  was  unnecessary  without  asking  if  heisenberg  wanted  to  create  a  weapon  for  an  outsider.  perhaps  the  hatred  of  men  is  what  drove  her  to  send  the  man-thing  across  the  bridge.  ❝  ah,  and  here  i  thought  pompous  bastard  would  be  an  original  tease.  i  suppose  i’ll  need  to  be  more  creative  if  we  ever  meet  again  in  the  future.  ❞    his  tone  keeps  a  light  edge,  almost  playful  in  nature  even  if  concealed  eyes  do  not  match.  once  wesker  left,  there  would  be  no  need  to  return  to  the  village.  the  latter  comment  earns  a  huffed  laugh,  deep  and  guttural  in  the  center  of  his  chest.  he  half  doubts  the  words  spoken  and  heisenberg  all  but  waves  the  blonde  away  as  he  turns  around  to  continue  another  important  task.    ❝  my  work  will  serve  you  very  well  –  and  that’s  not  even  my  full  potential  of  what  i  can  do.  what  lies  deeper  within  the  factory  would  be  enough  to  make  my  sister  never  recommend  another  outsider  to  her  foolish  brother  ever  again.  ❞

          he will be watching. 

  she sounded SCORNED by the one being he despised the most and for a moment, he’s almost giddy with excitement that she just may be the one to actually challenge mother miranda for her sins. heisenberg has no idea what she may have done to the other, but given her track record, it was anything but good. he pretends that the situation doesn’t involve him --- in reality this is TRUE and he doesn’t consider himself the aiding type without a hidden motive in the contract agreement. no one need to tell her that he’s the strongest of the other lords nor that alcina blindly followed every word mother miranda uttered. worthless to spill all the secrets of the village and lose out on a very ENTERTAINING SHOW. ❝ they all know you’re here, little lady. and they won’t stop until you’re either dead or drained in one of my sister’s barrels.❞  a mark of disgust lashes across his tone, knife idly dragging along the wooden table with each lazy movement of his finger. he wanted an all out WAR, craved the moment miranda would realize he wasn’t HER CHILD, her stolen failure that was forced to do her bidding. they all would soon see that lord heisenberg was more than a fool. perhaps when this stranger take what is due, he’d be standing by her side in the CHAOS.