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no response came from the door  .     and despite his efforts  ,     the kingpin’s pleas went unheeded  .     no degree of silence would allow  its  movement to be heard  ,     for it moved as it wished  ,     where  it wished  ,     within the boundaries of no human mind  .               hi  ,     walter  ,              it crooned  ,     its voice now laced in the woman’s particular intonations  .     it was stood in there with walter  ,     by the door  .     the closed door  .     the door that had made no noise  ,     had shown no sign of opening  .               what are you doing  ,     walter  ?     ’

her eyes  ,     stalwart and dim  ,     stared up at him  ,     without reason or purpose  .     she was just  staring  ,      blankly  .     if he had focused  ,     he’d have seen what looked like light incisions    ;     thin lines rising from the corners of her mouth  ,     through her eyes and up to her forehead  .          ‘     hope you’re not keeping  secrets  ,     walter  .     bad to keep secrets from your wife  ,     walter  .     ’          she—it—stepped closer  ,     the skin of her lips rising to resemble a smile  ,     her teeth displayed in their gummy entirety  .          ‘     how’s  jesse  ,     walt  ?     still sad after you killed jane  ,     is he  ?     ’

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a  split  -  second  of  alleviation  is  immediately overridden  with  terror  as  his  leading  nightmares  come  to  fruition .  there  was  something  different  about  her ,  something  off    ──    clearly  he  had  hallucinated  her  entrance  into  their  daughter’s  room ,  yet  the  ambience  was  unlike  anything  he’s  ever  sensed  in  their  past  engagements .
the  fear  amplifies  within  him ,  and  it’s  almost  as  if  she’s  feeding  off  of  it .            skyler ,  how  the  hell  did  you    ──                

he’s  constrained  on  his  knees  now  nearly  pleading  for  the  clemency  he  consistently  spurns  his  adversaries  of .  dew  canvasses  his  cheeks   (  sweat ?  tears ?  likely  a  combination  of  both  )   only  fortifying  his  TERROR    ──    but  he’d  be  damned  if  he  let  her  indiscretions  ruin  this  family .            skyler ,  please .  you  need  to  calm  down ,  you  have  no  idea  what  you’re  saying !  don’t  you  hear  how  crazy  this  all  sounds ?  let’s  just  go  into  the  living  room ,  and  we  can  talk  about  this .              his  voice  is  trembling  with  horror ;  the  great  heisenberg ,  once  capable  of  instilling  fear  in  almost  any  craven  of  his  choosing ,  has  withered  into  nothing  more  than  a  submissive  coward .


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ALMOST .  he’s  almost  been  able  to  get  away  with  it ,  almost  able  to  simultaneously  lead  this  double  life  of  the  devoted  family  man  v . s .  the  nefarious  kingpin  who  dismantles  any  weak ,  unthinking  fool  who  even  attempts  to  undermine  his  superiority .  his  influence  causes  men  &  filth  alike  to  scrounge  for  his  acquaintance    ──    yet  there’s  only  one  who  can  provoke  such  a  reaction  from  him .

she  couldn’t  find  out ;  not  like  this .  not  ever .  after  all ,  every  god  damn  ounce  manufactured ,  every  brush  with  death  was  all  for  the  sake  &  well-being  of  their  family .  if  his  cover  was  blown ,  what  was  this  all  for ?

stealthy  hands  gather  stacks  &  stacks  of  bills    ──    he’d  lost  count  of  how  many    ──    as  he  frantically  thrusts  them  into  a  vent  of  their  quaint  family  home .  why  is  she  home  so  early ?                    skyler ,  is  that  you ?  i’ll … … i’ll  be  out  in  a  minute !  don’t  come  back  here .                       //     @apennywise