Maybe He Wasn't Bright Like Lightning, But Maybe That Was A Good Thing

In Pain

Levy POV-

Levy woke up chained to the wall. She dragged her head up and saw the nice man who'd carried her here. He had the Hunter's emblem proudly displayed on his chest.

"Surprised to find out I'm not as nice as I seem?" He asked conversationally as he sharpened a knife identical to the one emblazoned on his shirt.

Levy grit her teeth. Her side hurt and she could feel blood dripping down. He must've tried to wake her up. She had a faint memory of screaming in pain as something small, sharp and silvery was stabbed in her side. Her pocket knife. "It's not the first time." She growled.

A flash of surprise crossed his face. He didn't know about Gajeel. "Who?!"

"I won't tell you." She said stubbornly.

Something streaked past her ear, slicing a clean scratch across her cheekbone. The knife. Her cheekbone started to sting and a drop of blood rolled down her face.

The Hunter stood up. "It's not wise to refuse me. I can kill you at any time. But I want information first." 

He started to advance.

Gajeel POV-

Gajeel carefully followed Levy's scent. It was intertwined with that of another Hunter. Didn't she care if she died?! While he went by Black Steel in the Huntsman circle, this man went by Tracker. He could follow any trail. Except scent.

During his dream the previous night and in the split second before Levy started yelling, he'd realized that he'd found someone he loved just as much as Lucy soon-to-be Dragneel. And he didn't want to lose her.

A high pitched scream sliced through the air and Gajeel ran towards it. In seconds he was at a house and he burst inside.

Levy was collapsed, hanging limply against the back wall. Tracker stood over her, his hands bloody, a knife on the floor bloody, the floor itself bloody. Levy's side was stained red, as if someone had stabbed her with something small enough to only do a little harm, but a fair amount of pain, then that same someone had punched the wound, tearing it and making it many times worse.

A wave of something washed over Gajeel as Levy lifted her head. Her cheek was smeared red from blood and her eyes were clouded with pain. But her face was the picture of determination. That feeling he felt? Anger.

Tracker looked up. "So it was you. Didn't want to lose your little prize?" He taunted.

Gajeel slid effortlessly into a fighting stance. "Never."