Blood (LevixReader One Shot)

Blood

-3rd person view-

Blood. 

It flows through our bodies.

Mine, yours, everyone's.

Too much of it and we die.

Not enough of it and we die.

If it gets infected we die.

If it gets poisoned we die.

Yet, we can't live without it.

It flows, drifts and pulses through my veins. Until my porcelain pale skin was punctured by a knife. A simple, sharp knife. So small, so insignificant. Yet it causes my vital dark fresh cherry liquid to ooze out of the newly carved wound on my body. 

My body.

It's my body, yet I have no control over it. I can't move. I can't do anything to stop him. He just continues to slash at my fragile body.

I don't scream anymore.

I just watch, tears forcibly dripping out of my (E/C) pools. 

Empty, sad eyes.

No light, not unless he comes to visit me. No sound, not unless I cry. No food, not unless I'm on the edge of drifting into the darkness. It's always peaceful, yet always in an arm's reach. I'm continuously being dragged from one plane to another. 

I don't want to be here, yet I continue.

I don't need to worry about the titans anymore. I know I'm going to die soon, either from him or from starvation. Death by a titan would probably be simpler, less painful. 

But I don't feel the pain anymore. I'm so numb, so lifeless.

I think I've been here for about 3 weeks, maybe 4. I don't know. I lost count.

No one will notice, that I'm gone. I was just another cadet. Not many friends, always quite, invisible to everyone. Maybe Squad Leader Hanji Zoe might notice I'm gone. If she hasn't gotten someone else to help her with Eren. Maybe even Corporal Levi Ackerman might notice, that I'm not giving him his tea every morning, noon and night. Unless I've been replaced again. I doubt Commander Erwin will notice that I'm not handing him his usual stack of paperwork. No one will notice, that I'm gone.

-Time skip-

-First person view-

My vision is darkened, I'm blindfolded. My hearing is off, I can only hear muffled voices and a constant ringing. My stomach hurts, I'm so hungry. My wrists are burning, I'm still tied up.

The voices are getting louder, and theres more baning outside. What in gods name is he doing?

I can hear the all too familiar jingling of keys in the door lock and more shouting. But that's not him. I can hear metal, scratching and scraping against material. The sound of fabric frantically moving. The screeching of the door causes violent shivers to engulf my body. Several pairs of footsteps are heard from all around me. A cold pair of hands gently place themselves onto my wrists.

Their cold. A male pair of hands. I know them. They are worn out, older and ragged. Yet so soft and gentle. He's untying my wrists and feet. It feels nice to be able to move again. 

I grasp my arms and huddle myself into a ball in the corner of the room. Afraid to see who has released me.

"Shhh." 

He places his hand onto my wrists once again, then onto my blindfold. Lifting it up, I squint my eyes to the foreign rays of candle light. 

"Open your eyes (L/N)."

That voice, stoic, cold, bored. 

My eyes flicker open, and adjust to the brightly coloured uniform that stands before me. Corporal Levi Ackerman. He stares dead into my eyes, grazing his fingers over every new, old and healing wound that has been forcefully placed onto my body. My (E/C) orbs water at the sight of the enchanting green capes surrounding me. 

They did notice. They noticed I was gone. Hanji noticed I wasn't helping her with her experiments. Commander Erwin noticed the lack of paperwork he was getting and Corporal Levi Ackerman noticed I wasn't giving him his much needed tea.

While in thought, Corporal Levi whisked my body into his arms, bridal style of course, with my head deep into the crook of his neck. One hand placed around his neck and the other grasping onto his Survey Corps jacket. Turning out of my makeshift prison, he headed for the exit. Stepping into the sunlight caused my body to shiver, it felt good to feel the heat of the sun, the actual sun. 

-Timeskip-

It's been a while now. I'm sitting in the back of a wagon, one my way to HQ for a medical examination and to file a report against my kidnapper.

I've been informed I was gone for 3 and a half weeks, reported missing by 3 high ranking officers and several Cadets. They did notice. My presence was needed. They started an investigation after finding I didn't leave on my own will. 

I haven't said anything yet. Just simple nods. Yet I haven't left Corporal Levi Ackermans side. He's sitting in the back of the wagon with me, alone. My head is resting on his shoulder and his arm is around my waist. He's been silent ever since stepping into the wagon, stroking my hair.

I could fall asleep. But I'm afraid I'd wake up and still be surrounded by darkness with no light. I need light. I hated the dark.

Moments pass, everything is still silent. I was about to drift off to sleep until I heard the Corporal speak.

"You're hurt. He hurt you. Tch, bastard." 

He continued to stroke my hair. I think he thinks I'm sleep. Little did he know I heard everything. I'm happy I guess. I'm safe now. With the Corporal.

Mumbling to himself I heard slither's of sentences. 

"You're never......my sight......again......"

After finally falling into a deep slumber, Corporal Levi decides to remove his arm from my waist, he cautiously moved his body onto the other side of the wagon to watch me.

"I bet you haven't slept properly in a long time."