The Beauty of Flowers and Death (AOT X KNY OC)

Chapter 12: The Art of Holding Back

Yuriel Rose

I feel sick, I felt uneasiness the moment the experiment with Eren had subsided. I felt a presence hiding under the shadowed trees the moment we walked back and I felt it follow and watch us in secrecy

I don't know what the person's problem was but for someone as sketchy I couldn't trust it being human. Blame it on my trauma for night times and demons but I have an instinct that it isn't human

The moment the boulder was cut for almost killing us, the boulder that the weak Titan Eren had thrown my way It almost felt like all my strength was slowly sucked out

For some reason, I felt a prick of pain in the back of my neck before it was all gone, before the smoke had subsided and I was able to see clearly again

I marked it as some insect biting me in the neck but the next feelings were so unusual that it couldn't have been.

Does insect carry poisons?

I felt the urge to drop to my knees multiple times on the way back, the feeling of being watched, being stalked, being looked over by some unnerving eyes followed until I sat on the couch with the rest of the squad

Is it possible for a human being to have that kind of speed, for someone to come and go in a blink of an eye to pierce me with something behind my neck?

That's impossible, for a human?

While the squad talked I felt my strength being thoroughly sucked out of my body, I felt horrible, I felt dizzy, my eyes hurt, my chest throbbed with pain. It only intensified the moment I drank what Sasha gave me

Through the course of time, by the five minute mark I feel myself slipping away through darkness but I fought to listen, fought to be part of whatever they're talking about.

By the thirty minute mark I feel my hands started getting fidgety around my sword, like it couldn't wait to draw it out for a little test drive.

By the fifty minute time, the feelings had worsened, it felt like hell. My eyes are half lidded as they drift towards the window, and there I spotted a moving shadow.

I didn't have the strength to call it out, to warn these kids that were being watched. Lifting my arm is already a challenge enough, slowly my vision blurred and I blinked, seeing a glimpse of my hometown before the massacre.

This is bad, I'm hallucinating... There must be something in the drink, or the food.

I can't let them digest this

By the last remaining minutes that make up an hour, my mind has been filled with horrible memories, bloodlust and the itch to fight. I'm aware of my surroundings but I'm horrified at how much longer I can be.

Mustering up the strength I warned Armin and the Others, gripping the sofa for sanity for god knows how long. I hate to be the one to break this happy atmosphere but their lives could be in danger

"Last favor" I coughed out barely making it audible for them, my throat burns, my eyes threatened to make tears. I looked at Armin, the person who was kneeling in front of me, checking my vitals

"Take my sword, get it away from me." I begged softly, sounding a little demanding but it needs to be done. By the past minute that makes an hour, I have been thinking of spilling blood around this circle of people