It was warm and dark in Jesse’s room. He lay curled beneath his layers of blankets, awake but immobile. The door opened and the room a dim streak of light entered ( Read more... )

“There’s no entry wound.”

“What?”

“Entry. Wound. There’s nowhere that the bullet actually went in,” Jesse said, staring intensely at the cellphone screen.

“Look, this isn’t a photoshoot. All we have to do is flash this in front of his face and he’s gonna start singing like Whitney Houston.”

“Come on, yo! It’ll take like ten seconds to snap it ( Read more... )

Only a week had passed since Hank’s murder. The wound was still raw and Walter paced his haven of a stone prison beneath the vacuum repair shop. He had threatened Saul for a list of names, but the lawyer simply wouldn’t give. As Ed led Saul away Walter thought bitterly that he didn’t need him. An alternative to hitmen soon presented itself to his ( Read more... )

One second, that’s how quickly the darkness came and went. All Walter remembered of his death was falling, then suddenly he was awake, sitting upright watching Jeopardy with his son. The answer fell from his mouth as if it had been sitting there and not sent down from his brain. What was happening? This was all so familiar ( Read more... )

It was a day like any other, or so Mike thought. Having thrown his morning DEA tails, Mike drove to the Vamonos Pest headquarters. Though he had parked three blocks away, he entered through the garage and walked into the main office where he saw something unexpected ( Read more... )

A pair of birds soar above him and Jesse is certain. Jesse is certain that they will be the last living things he will ever see. Jack asks if they’re good to go and Mr. White, Walter, says nothing. The birds are out of his sight now, so Jesse shuts his eyes, ready to leave this world. And there’s a shot, but there’s no pain. A painless death, Jesse ( Read more... )

Author's Note: Shorter than my usual :) Reserve the right to add ( Read more... )

The city’s skyline dazzled before him.  A jewel in his treasure chest, a castle in his kingdom, that’s what this place was. From the window of his royal suite Walter could look down upon his people. He may not see them, but he knows they’re down there milling about with the ignorant civilians. How he longed to wake those civilians, to reveal to ( Read more... )

Author's Note: They tried to get me out of Rehab but I said Noooo Noooo NooooThe air smelled sweet, the kind of sweet that people want to inhale forever. Jesse pensively sat in his own private corner of the Centering Garden, lost in the sweet smell. The breeze was light, tickling his face. The Sun shone down heavily over the vibrant colors of the ( Read more... )

Author's Note: Part of the Family series of ficlets ( Read more... )