𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 𝒂. 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒓𝐭

𝐗𝐋

You breathed heavily as you took in the sight of your bloody hands. Wincing, you looked down at your left side hip where your gunshot wound was seen. You let out a shaky breath before firmly pressing your left hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Things went to shit.

Things went really, really, really wrong.

You gulped, wiping the sweat on your forehead with your other hand making blood smear on your face. You let go of your wound before gripping your right sleeve and ripping the cloth off with a grunt. You looked all over the sink area, ignoring the gun that was just sitting there, and spotted another cloth before you grabbed it, balled it up, and putting it close to your mouth to bite down on it.

You quietly hummed as you wrapped the cloth you tore from your shirt around your torso, covering up the wound. "MM!" You threw your head back and shut your eyes in pain as you tightly tied the cloth, slightly making the bleeding stop but some was still coming out.

You spit out the cloth and let a breath before a shaky and broken smile formed on your lips. "She who laughs last, laughs best." You muttered to yourself in the mirror.

Satisfied, you turned around and began limping towards someone and crouching down, wincing a little.

Smiling, you caressed their cheek making blood smear on their face, "You just had to ruin everything, huh? Why couldn't you just stay in your group? Why did you tell Erwin when you said this was a SOLO INVESTIGATION? Do you know what I have to do to you now?"

You leaned forward a little and whispered harshly, "I have to kill you."

You abruptly stood up straight, ignoring the sharp pain that occurred, and went to grab the gun that was laying beside the sink. You turned back around and crouched back down to their level, tilting your head so the barrel of the gun was slightly scratching your temple as you watched them struggle and squirm and whimpering; you had managed to duct tape their mouth and tie their hands and feet together while being hurt.

You felt a manic laugh beginning to bubble up in your throat and you let it out, the gun now pressing up against your cheek. "BUT I CAN'T!" You suddenly exclaimed in anger making them flinch. "I can't kill you yet because you..have something I want."

You let out a chuckle, your voice slightly cracking, and lightly smacked your lips, "So I'll torture you. I'll torture you until you tell me where she's being held at. Sound good?"

You feigned sympathy when a sudden bloody tear began to roll down their cheek and you caressed their cheek with the barrel of the gun, wiping the tear, "Hey, hey, hey, don't cry." You sighed, kind of being a sucker for crybabies.