Jesse Pinkman Screaming Novels & Stories

Today, I was the woman who held the oxygen tank for a man currently drowning in a sea of federal indictments and public shame. "Biometrics are steady, V. You’re a stone-cold killer," Jax’s voice hummed in my earpiece, light but laced with that nervous energy he got when Silas wasn't around to anchor us. "He’s been pacing the foyer for twenty minutes. He’s thirsty. Drink him dry." "I intend to," I whispered, adjusting the collar of my charcoal-colored trench coat.

Then . A tremor passed through Scott. His head twitched, eyes opening impossibly wide. And then he screamed, arching his back, arms flailing. Smoke spewed from his shoulders. Jesse’s stomach clenched as he smelled burnt flesh. Forgetting about the triangle and what it had done to Scott, he lurched forward, slipped . . .

Turning on a faucet, cool water runs over my skin, and I watch as the blood swirls down the drain. My mind begins to race, and I’m bombarded with gruesome images. Jessica being shot in the neck. The blood squirting from her. Her lifeless eyes. The gunshots. Being hunted. The terror. The hopelessness when I realized I might die. Mr. Vitale killing all those men. The bodies. The blood. My shoulders shudder, and a silent cry is torn from my chest. Mr. Vitale places a hand on my shoulder, and before I know what I’m doing, I move closer and bury my face against his chest.

Keagan’s P.O.V Jessica look like she had seen a ghost. All the blood had drained from her face and if she hadn’t drank the water I passed to her, I was sure she would have lost consciousness. Knowing that fucker had so much blackmail material over Jessica, especially pictures taken from when “Sylvia” had been a minor, I was absolutely disgusted. I wanted to kill the fucker, and that was why I didn’t feel that offended when Jessica asked me if I’d killed him.

No one seems to care enough to stop. I can hear Damian, still talking on the phone with someone. He talks about the Morelli house, cameras, and laptops. He doesn’t notice I’m awake. I gather all my strength and scream, “Damian!” But the word barely escapes my lips. Then everything goes black again. ⸻ Damian

I slowly twist my head towards the prisoners, and a large wave of relief gushes through me. I sigh loudly and place my cold hand on my chest, my accelerated heartbeat slowing down. “You thought you killed one of them?” he mutters, and I sigh and try to get up, but something clocks. “Jesse! Is he alright? Is he alive?” I scream, my eyes widening. He looks down at me, smirking. “Who knows, you might hear it on the BBC,” he mutters, and my heart clenches. I jerk up and grip his shirt, screaming out as pain fills my body.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

It’s as if my brain is shutting down from the shock of what’s in front of me. I zone out until a yelp followed by the screaming cry of a pup in pain brings me back. It only takes a second to see Derick trying to comfort a screaming Waylen. There’s a band tied around his arm as Jessa draws his blood. Terrance is lying on his side in the bed behind him. A look of terror is on his face and yet he doesn’t move. I zone out again as I rub Amber’s back. Unlike Darren, I’ve yet to start peeling her out of the coat I put her in.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

She gives me a hard stare then points to my purse on the ground. "Go!" She screams just as Psych punches her in the face. I use all of my adrenaline to stand and run as fast as I can straight towards my purse. I grab the purse and unlock the door but before I can open it I am kicked from behind. I run into the door face first and my nose explodes in blood. I lie on the ground crying out in pain and see a glimpse of Psych sanding over me. I don't see Jesse and I don't see Melissa. I can feel myself blacking out as black spots cloud my vision.