Secret Sins || Levi x Reader

Secret Sins || 1.1

(The Sinful Soldier)

"Even I don't understand what I'm truly capable of."

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The crimson fluid enveloped my distorted vision, enclosing my ability to see out of my good eye. The sensation burned as if there was a fire being hoisted above my face with the brightest part of the flame etching its heat into my left eye, scalding it until it became the ash of burning flesh.

My teeth gritted harshly corroding the thinnest layer of enamel, right as I slashed through another titan's nape in a matter of milliseconds, lump flesh fell towards the ground splotching the grass right as another screen erupted. The scream of a desperate Scouts with no hope in survival.

Fixating my green Scouting Hood, I immediately pivoted my full attention going again for the kill. I saw the 14-meter titan hold the Scout in its grasp tightly, begging to crush any remaining bones left of his body, but with the twitching I knew he was still alive and useless.

One piercing hiss of my steel blades sent the titans corpse falling towards the ground like a piece of discarded meat. Shifting my cables down I cut the wrist that held the useless Scouts, grabbing him by his harnesses landing him onto the ground before proceeding to walk away from this situation.

"Hey wait!" His scream was more of a cry.

I stopped in my tracks, hearing his shallow broken voice yell for me like a shattering relationship. He didn't sound older than 16 which displeased me in vigorous ways, but in reality, anyone who joins the Survey Corps are complete mindless idiots for thinking they can be hero's and demolish the existence of these disgusting naked titans and cure the world of destruction and torment.

"Are you just going to leave me here?"

I didn't turn my head to acknowledge his presence, instead I brought my fingers towards my mouth folding my tongue over, whistling loudly through my fingers. Sounds of horse's hooves kicking up the grass led closer. Seeing the horse walk towards the semi injured Scout.

I left.

I never try to interact with Scouts I come across when I'm outside the walls. I help them in whatever situation their in, then leave. Having a sweet old conversation about their lives nearly ending would bore me half to death, however that's not the major reason as to why I don't speak with Scouts beyond the walls or in general.

Luckily for him, he didn't get a chance to see my face, if he did, well...No use in saving him.

I never show my face when I'm out and about during expeditions. I don't want to be liable for the Elite Soldiers recognizing my face — Even though there's only six — and use it against me. I don't find interest in involving myself with the Scouts unless it's just me and no one else planning out my strategies. I don't want to interact with people I'm not willing to care about. I don't want to be a part of a Squad dealing with idiots who can't think straight when danger envelopes them. I don't want to care about the living or the dead. I don't want to care about the feelings of others or support them when they lose a comrade.

I simply don't want anything, but myself and my skills.

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Pulling out a tall stool I rested my forearms along the bar bench. I felt a headache start to bloom in my frontal lobe faster than time itself. It blurred my entire thought process to mush.