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maskormenacelogs2016-01-19 12:11 am
kingpawn) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-01-19 12:11 am
[CLOSED]
WHO: Walter White and Frederick Chilton
WHERE: Some old warehouse in Miami
WHEN: January 8th
WHAT: Conclusions.
WARNINGS: Character death, drugs, murder, hostage abuse, BrBa spoilers.
[ Walt pulled up a bit of distance from the warehouse, taking a moment to just sit in his car and reflect. This wasn't how he intended to go out, but in a way it was better. He was neither dying a hero nor a villain. He was taking out people who didn't deserve to live just as much as he didn't deserve to live, and saving the one person who did deserve to live in the process.
He imagined he and Chilton might have had one more conversation -- likely on the phone the morning before Walt decided to end things. He didn't think he would ever see the man again. And it was funny how things worked out. They wouldn't have long, but at least they could have a goodbye -- provided everything here worked out in his favor.
He got out of the car, grabbed his guns and fitted a few vials of various chemicals into his jacket. He walked up to the warehouse and managed to sneak up on one of the men standing guard. It took only a few seconds to kill him and steal his appearance -- the perfect way to sneak in. These guys wanted Antonio the "traitor." And Walt would give them Antonio. But not without getting in and seeing where Chilton was first; not without moving the man to a better position for quick extraction.
Walt made his way inside the building and after wandering for a bit, he found where they were holding Chilton. The man currently on watch -- likely the man who had roughed Chilton up a bit during his time here -- was standing there with him now. And right before he went to drive his pistol across Chilton's face (because keeping him alive didn't mean keeping him unharmed), Walt walked up and stopped him, tempted to kill him right then and there. But he couldn't afford the risk. He had to exercise patience. ]
Hey. Boss wants you outside. Says he spotted Antonio's car not too far off. Should be coming in any minute now.
[ This seemed to appease the tormentor, who apparently had extra beef with 'Antonio.' And he headed off. Walt turned toward Chilton, then, and his heart sank at the sight of him. He reached out, brushing his hand against Chilton's face and easing some of the man's pain. ]
Can you walk? I can't get you out of here. Not yet. But I'm going to move you to a better vantage point. I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions exactly. Can you do that? If you don't, you run the risk of dying with the rest of them.
WHERE: Some old warehouse in Miami
WHEN: January 8th
WHAT: Conclusions.
WARNINGS: Character death, drugs, murder, hostage abuse, BrBa spoilers.
[ Walt pulled up a bit of distance from the warehouse, taking a moment to just sit in his car and reflect. This wasn't how he intended to go out, but in a way it was better. He was neither dying a hero nor a villain. He was taking out people who didn't deserve to live just as much as he didn't deserve to live, and saving the one person who did deserve to live in the process.
He imagined he and Chilton might have had one more conversation -- likely on the phone the morning before Walt decided to end things. He didn't think he would ever see the man again. And it was funny how things worked out. They wouldn't have long, but at least they could have a goodbye -- provided everything here worked out in his favor.
He got out of the car, grabbed his guns and fitted a few vials of various chemicals into his jacket. He walked up to the warehouse and managed to sneak up on one of the men standing guard. It took only a few seconds to kill him and steal his appearance -- the perfect way to sneak in. These guys wanted Antonio the "traitor." And Walt would give them Antonio. But not without getting in and seeing where Chilton was first; not without moving the man to a better position for quick extraction.
Walt made his way inside the building and after wandering for a bit, he found where they were holding Chilton. The man currently on watch -- likely the man who had roughed Chilton up a bit during his time here -- was standing there with him now. And right before he went to drive his pistol across Chilton's face (because keeping him alive didn't mean keeping him unharmed), Walt walked up and stopped him, tempted to kill him right then and there. But he couldn't afford the risk. He had to exercise patience. ]
Hey. Boss wants you outside. Says he spotted Antonio's car not too far off. Should be coming in any minute now.
[ This seemed to appease the tormentor, who apparently had extra beef with 'Antonio.' And he headed off. Walt turned toward Chilton, then, and his heart sank at the sight of him. He reached out, brushing his hand against Chilton's face and easing some of the man's pain. ]
Can you walk? I can't get you out of here. Not yet. But I'm going to move you to a better vantage point. I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions exactly. Can you do that? If you don't, you run the risk of dying with the rest of them.
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Until he realized the context of escape.]
How -- ? [Chilton closed his eyes, shuddering. He knew the blood down his shirt was still viscid. It had only shortly ago flowed from his cut lip.]
I don't want to die.
[That was his pledge to Walt, one as good as any that passed between his teeth.]
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