Chapter 4

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Jessie's eyes were wide. He stared as the ghost of a monster pulled up a chair and sat at the table. He had seen the blood. He know Walter had been shot in his rescue attempt. Yet, here he was. Jessie stood behind Angel and Faith in open mouth shock.

"Fuck this, you're dead, man!" Jessie said.

The dark eyes of Walter White rolled over the table. His face held a tense and fierce contempt. His lips were downturned. Walter looked at Angel then Faith. He knew these two. He had been fighting their agents for over a year. Finally, he took one look up at Jessie. The thing that called itself Heisenberg had an idea about what they wanted with him. He was here to prevent that. Jessie was his creation and his backup plan. Heisenberg did not want to lose the boy. Jessie knew all of the secrets of the cook. Faith turned and whispered something to Angel. Heisenberg couldn't hear what she was saying. He would keep an eye on her.

"Have a seat Jessie." Heisenberg said. He smiled a little. "I promise I won't bite." Jessie looked at Heisenberg a long moment. He pulled his chair closer to Faith and took a seat.

"Listen, Jess." Heisenberg said with all of the fake sincerity he could muster. "When I found you, you were a lost boy with no direction, no focus and no future. While I'd admit that our relationship has had some bumps in the road…"

"Bumps?!" Jessie said dumbfounded. "You let Jane die!" he screamed. "You tried to murder Brock. You tried to murder a fucking kid!" Jessie's face was red.

"I knew exactly how much to give him." Heisenberg said. "Brock was never in any real danger. Anyway, as I was saying. When I first met you, you were lost, directionless. I gave you a purpose. I gave your life meaning. I would like to do so again."

"When I met you I was happier, sane and not a murderer!" Jessie spat back. In the back of his mind Jessie had to admit that Heisenberg was right. When he first met Walter he was lost. He had fallen into the empty space where his soul used to be. For some reason he couldn't help but think of a wooden box he had made in shop once. As Jessie thought of that box he found himself smiling inside. He loved working on that box. He loved the feeling he got knowing that he could make something as beautiful as that. He loved knowing that he could create something other than the blue that was not a poison that destroyed lives.

"Cut the shit, Heisenberg" Angel said. Angel knew the way of demons. He knew the monster at the table was a liar. "You're creating an army of soulless humans, empty vessels to be filled with a demon army. After all these years Heisenberg, are you still trying to kick start the apocalypse?"

"Angelus, we need not be enemies." Heisenberg said. The two creatures looked at each other gauging the measure of the other. The demon Heisenberg knew that Angelus was an enemy to reckon with.

"We are going to stop you." Angel said.

Heisenberg smiled. "You can try."

Angel sat motionless for a moment before his hand sprang open. From his palm yellow red power few into the face of Heisenberg. Faith spoke an ancient spell.

"Obscurum reditum in tenebris" she said. "The darkness returns to darkness." The edges of Heisenberg glowed silver. Orange flames licked across his skin. Heisenberg roared as he transformed. Long black fingers forged in hell reached towards Faith. A group of demons behind her lunged forward.

Jessie remembered.

He was in the tenth grade a million years ago. His woodshop teacher Mr. Sullivan asked him to make a box. His grades were terrible. He needed something to save him. He decided to make a box out of dark acacia wood. He spent weeks polishing it. He laid the inside of it with gold leaf. When it was finished it glowed. He loved that box. He remembered what it was like to be whole. And when he had let the memory of something he had loved fill the empty parts of his soul he knew what he must do next. Outside of him, the world was at war. The magic's of Faith had revealed the creature Heisenberg truly was. The glamor was gone. All that was left was a monstrous shade. Heisenberg was nothing but bones and decayed flesh, the embodiment of Death. He was one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. Jessie made a choice.

"Let's do this!" He said.

Angel sprung from the table. His black coat opened like wings revealing twin machetes. Faith was a second behind him. She twisted bringing her fist up then down across the face of the first demon. Angel was fast with the machetes. Silver blades whistled in the air slicing into demon flesh. Arms came off and flopped to the floor. One demon got past them. Jessie knew what to do. He grabbed a bottle from the table and slammed it across the head of the demon. The glass shattered as did his attackers skull. Jessie locked eyes with Heisenberg. He gripped the sharp fragment of the bottle tightly.

"It's over asshole." He said. Heisenberg knew he had lost the boy. But still he had hope. Human weakness never went away.

"Let me know Jessie." Heisenberg said. "Let me know when we can cook." The ghost of Heisenberg faded. The evil behind it remained.

"C'mon." said Faith. She knew there was nothing more for them here.

Angel and Faith walked out of the bar. Jessie was behind them. He took one last look around the demon bar. He was leaving his monsters behind. He had a mission now. He had a better purpose. He would fight the good fight with his new found friends. He would use their technology to undo what he and Walter had done. He thought of the bright future ahead and all the things he had to do on the road to his redemption.

"Yeah Bitches, Science!" Was all he said as he walked out of the bar and into the night.