Secret Sins || Levi x Reader

Secret Sins || 1.11

(The Sinless Soldier)

"She's—she's, breathtaking,
But dangerous."

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Meeting eyes with her my breath hitched in my throat.

"Impressive," I say trying to control my almost shaking tone. "Mystery Woman."

I couldn't help but stare at her eyes, her face, her lips, her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her scars. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked, how everything about her face lined perfectly together with the aggressiveness of her scars that cut across her right eye.

She has the type of beauty people can only dream of when looking at a woman.

How could I have missed such a person walking the streets of Trost for so long?
How could I have missed someone like her?
I could've sworn I've seen her somewhere, but where is the real question?

Something about her looks vaguely familiar, yet I can't seem to put my finger on it, and it's unsettling to think about.

She turned her head away from my glance. But I couldn't peel my eyes away from her, she showed no signs of being even remotely aware that the entire palm of her hand was serrated by glass. Her blood was still palpating out of her open wounds, running down the side of her hand as a stream of water would. Her eyes glazed the crimson as if it were nothing, like she wasn't fazed one bit by the pain it must have caused.

It's like she — no...It's too early for assumptions.

My mind suddenly raced back to when I first caught a glimpse of her. How her eyes situated against mine perfectly, like a war between two nations, however resolving conflict within seconds of battle. How I got lost in her gaze like it was a maze, forgetting all about the man whose gun was aiming towards my head. I felt fucking stupid for letting that happen, but when she lunged herself off the stool grabbing the man by the shirt slamming him against the ground. I lost all ability to think straight; watching this woman crush his face before ramming a knife through his neck over and over without a single shred of hesitation in her action, made me wonder.

It was like she knew what she was doing, like her cognitive functions were still being read out loud in slow motion; that her actions wouldn't affect her as a person. That she had a strong reason to do what she did. That she didn't have the usual reactants of a "normal" human. 

If only she could open her fucking mouth and tell me what it is. I don't even know her damn name, let alone why she killed two grown ass men without breaking a single strand of sweat. Or why they barged in here saying she killed one of their men? She didn't even negotiate with them. Fuck, she didn't even let them say anything before I made a comment. She acted fast upon everything, like every single move was not to be taken for granted.

I sighed internally.

'Who the fuck is she?' I thought, watching the look in her eye unsettle me.

She's dangerous, not because she just murdered two men without any hesitation. She's dangerous because she showed no guilt in her E/C colored eyes. She had her mind dead set on killing those three right as the first word slipped out of his mouth. She knew they fucked up right as they walked through that door.

She knew what to do even before it happened, and that's what makes her frightening.

It's frightening to know someone else like me, exists.

But her scar is what unsettled me the most, but I didn't understand why.

'How did she get that?' I asked myself. Looking more intently at the white scars that sunk her skin slightly where it meets her eye.

I couldn't hear what the bartender was mouthing towards the woman, but from the look in her eye, she looked displeased if not annoyed. Quickly she walked around the bar counter with blood trickling down onto the floor with ever step, she fixed all the stools, so they faced the same direction. Her head dipped down before craning her neck to the side drawing out a crack from the joints sending a line of shivers down my spine.
Turning around, the pace of my heart grew.

Her stare was as strong as chains; lined with barbwire, pulling me in harder by the second, cutting me open.

Her footsteps were light against the ground like the feathers of a hawk, the blood splotching the ground was louder than she could ever be. She held herself tall, shoulders parallel, head equally high, arms to the side. She held herself in the same manner a soldier would. 'She's definitely an MP' I thought gaining more information by just her physical discipline.

If only I knew her name.

The distance between me and her grew increasingly smaller as her presence filled my lungs with burning air, she was more than Beautiful, she was Lethal...Poisonous...Fatal. Everything about the way she's holding our conflicting gaze is making me boil from the inside out, it feels like I've been skinned alive and burned to a simmering piece of flesh just waiting to be extinguished by her touch.

Yet her eye made me feel uneasy, though I was looking directly into a corpse, her blank gaze looked lifeless yet stuck in time with anger and frustration.
A cold shiver washed through me from the thought.

She looked gone, but so dangerously alive.

A gush of wind passed me, pulling me out of the daze my brain unconsciously went into. Realizing she walked away, I turned my head seeing she was no longer present in this bar.

The atmosphere suddenly felt clearer.

I rushed out of the door, the cold air hitting my warm face, stinging my pale skin, shocking me back to life. My breath was cloudy and dense as the lights illuminated the streets of the dark night. It was silent, dead silent. Not even the scurry of a rat was heard. Not even a speck of blood lining the pavement ground, nothing.

She was gone.

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An: This was a bit of a short chapter, but I really hope you enjoyed this silent interaction!
Xoxo:)

-T