Jesse Pinkman Screaming Novels & Stories

Patches of pink and charred skin marred his broad chest, evidence of severe cuts and burns; several were gaping, bleeding, and dripping onto the floor. Jenny didn't realize she was screaming until Richard looked up at her, panic etched across his features. Upon locking eyes with her, his gaze widened, and he shook his head, attempting to speak through the gag that muffled his voice. Overwhelmed, she took another step back, clapped a hand over her mouth, and then turned to vomit into a metal pan resting on the table.

I roared, glowering at the copper-haired man as he fumbled over the bag of chips he had been holding, ambling for the remote when I cut him off. “Wait!” I barked, narrowing my eyes at something odd shifted in my head at the woman’s next words, her robotic voice dimming in my ear as I watched the hazmat-suited officers on the screen cart bodies from the crime scene. “That plate number...shit,” Dennis muttered a split second before I snapped up the phone to dial Frederick, slamming down the receiver when it went into voicemail. I knocked a hand to my chest, unable to take in enough air through my nose as the room whirled around me before Dennis’ steadying hand lodged firmly on my shoulder.

~DANIEL~ She screamed. Loudly. Not like a little "oops-I-forgot-you-were-there" kind of squeal. No. Jessica let out a full-body, opera-house, “there’s-a-murderer-in-my-bathroom” level scream. My heart leapt out of my chest and tap-danced on the damn marble floor. I slammed the laptop shut and shot to my feet like someone lit my Armani trousers on fire. “What?! What happened? Are you okay?!” I asked at once.

Better yet, don't even look. I watch Jessi walk to the restroom, and once the door is shut, I turn and head in the direction where Jock is. I stop and speak to a few people while keeping an eye on him. He's moving closer and closer to the restroom door. I hear an earsplitting scream as I'm about to mindlink Jessi and tell her to come out. I start running when I realize the scream is coming from the restroom. I swear if anyone hurt Jessi, I'm going to kill them. I don't care who they are.

But Justine rose to her feet like someone who was possessed and stumbled toward the television, grabbing the remote from Jasmine with a trembling aggressiveness. The image of the news anchor came on again, and she was now showing aerial footage of the family's private jet, smoke, ocean waves, the destroyed hangar, and other evidence at the crime scene. The anchor continued, “Malcolm Meyer… presumed dead was…” “No!” The scream ripped through Justine's chest as she switched from news channel to other news channel, her body shaking violently, “Please… please it can't be true,” she squirmed with a desperate plea.

A scream coming from the direction of the restroom had us running in that direction. I find Jessica frozen, her body shaking and others approaching from behind. I stop in my tracks when I see Kyles's phone crashed and a small pool of blood on the floor. None of us say anything, our breath caught in our throats. My phone rings in my pocket startling me. I take it out and answer. "Miss me, little nephew?" The voice of the man I thought I will never hear says, and my blood runs cold. "Missing Someone there? or should I say two someone’s?"

From where he was, he could hear muffled voices and an annoyingly familiar feminine voice. His jaw ticked and his anger grew as he walked in the direction of the voices. After making two turns, the voices grew louder and more audible, informing him that he was close. He pushed open another aluminum door and was met with Officer Joe seated comfortably on a sofa while four of his men surrounded two chairs that held Jessica and Scott. Their hands were tied and their faces were covered but their mouths seemed to be untied as Jessica kept screaming like an idiot. “You’re here.” Officer Joe said, standing to greet Ethan.

My mind was blank as I padded over to the door and opened it. It had been so long since I last saw Julian. He looked much more grounded and serious than before, and there was none of the cheekiness he showed in our texts. He was holding a bag of roasted chestnuts. Julian's face overlapped with Hayden's, and for a moment, the voice note replayed in my mind. I aggressively smacked the bag of roasted chestnuts out of Julian's hand as my vision blurred. "Go away! I don't want to see you!"

His eyes bulged and the men grinned evilly as they placed the plier on his bare skin and he screamed immediately. His screams could be heard all over the building and Jessica couldn't take it any longer. She began to sob with her hands covering her ears. He opened his eyes and began to breathe heavily as the pain stopped. His whole body went numb for a moment and he saw Fernando walking into the room, grinning evilly. “I finally heard the screams I've been waiting to hear all along,” he said as he walked towards him. He kept silent as he continued to breathe heavily while staring at Fernando in the face

he shouted aloud, mystified as to why he couldn’t actually hear her screaming. And then she was gone. Instead, he was looking into the projector room. Steph and Jeb were on the floor, bleeding profusely, their throats ripped from their necks in the same manner Aaron had described earlier. Jeb’s eyes were vacant, as if he were already gone, while Steph gurgled and spit up her own blood.