Blue and White - Levi Fanfiction

Ch. 04 - What Happens in the Twilight

I willed myself not to panic, to think this over rationally, but my will was not enough to overpower my fear. No, it gripped my heart like a vice and I couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't speak. What if instead of El, it's the person who killed Caden? What if they came back to steal another life away?

It was hard not to panic, with such thoughts like those being all that I could focus on.

I set the stuffed toys on the bed beside me. Before standing I reached down, halting immediately when my weight against the bed frame shifting made it creak. When the noise passed I continued, tucking my fingers into the boot on my dominant side to grasp my knife and slide it out.

I'd never killed anyone before. My hands were shaky at the thought of doing so but what was the saying? An eye for an eye, a limb for a limb... a life for a life?

For my family, or what was left of it, I would do what I had to.

I would end this once and for all.

I stood noiselessly and made my way through the room to the door, prepared to stop if ever the floor creaked. Of course, having grown up here, I knew this room like the back of my hand, and so I knew what boards to avoid and what ones wouldn't groan under my weight but there were some that did no matter what.

I peeked out of the doorway when I reached it, but from here I couldn't quite see the front door. But with the strange, additional light pouring into the living room and pouring down the hall, I could tell that it was at the very least open.

And that was strange in and of itself.

My fingers curled and uncurled around the handle of my knife, my fingertips grazing against the smoothed wood marred only by our small, carved initials. Goddesses, El and I had been losing so much sleep recently because we were worried for our own safety. If someone had killed Caden, sweet and innocent Caden, then what was stopping them from killing me? From killing...

Oh no.

Goddesses, please. Anyone but him.

I pressed my back to the wall of the hallway and made my way closer slowly, silently. My heart leapt up into my throat and I did what I could to swallow the lump down but I couldn't. Reaching the edge, the end where the hall met the hallway, I steeled my nerve, fixed my grip on the knife, and then leapt out into the living room. My eyes scanned the space quickly, but my knife was threatening nothing, for nothing was here.

There was nothing - save for the body lying face down in the front doorway.

"El," I gasped, dropping the knife and dropping down to my knees before him. My heart rate rose frantically and my every thought fled my mind as my hands hovered over his back, wondering where best I could touch him, hold him, or otherwise try to maneuver him.

There was an open cut that pierced right through his shirt and blood was rushing forth from the wound. It looked like he'd been sliced open, from his ribs and across his abdomen downwards. It was awful. 

"El," I said once more, incredibly uselessly. "El, please. Not like this, not now. Please."

Based on the nature of the wound, I had to guess that it'd been done with a knife, just like what they'd determined for Caden. Did they have the same killer? Had the same person killed Caden and now...

Laying limp in his hand now was his Military Police jacket. He'd taken it off before stepping through the door, so it seemed. Just as my gaze locked onto it, his fingers clenched and he gasped for air I remained silent, refusing to rely on my voice right now because I knew it would fail me.

"Amaya," I heard. His voice was weak, and yet I could hear that same, loving tone lying in it that always occupied his voice whenever he spoke to me. Hope blossomed in my heart, bringing warmth to my chest and I drew a deep breath in. He was alive; it seemed like too much to ask for. He brought his hands underneath him, and I could see the muscles in his arms and back flex as he started to push up, to try to sit up.