Levi x Reader || One Shots And Short Stories

Phantoms and Angels: Auction

Author's note: Herro...finally got out of writer's block for this series. I apologize that this particular chapter isn't really full of feels or anything but it is to push the series along. Probably one or more parts to P and A, and then it's done. Also, I am well aware of the minor plot holes of this story but since it's a one shot series and not an actual book/novel, I'm not keen on fixing/explaining everything.

I love all of you. Thanks for the support (and patience with my long winded ANs.) Side note: I updated some of the previous chapter images.

Part Three

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Why was it so hard to move? It was almost as if gravity had increased tenfold on you and just lifting up your leg to take a step seemed near impossible. You could not make yourself run faster, no matter how desperately you wanted to, and it felt as though you were moving at a snail's pace. But you wouldn't give up. You had to keep running or else...no. To you, there was no "or else," only that you had to keep trying to get your feet to move faster.

It was dark, so dark. The only thing you could see other than the pitch black that surrounded you was the path you were trying to run down, but even then you could only see just a few feet in front of you. It was like a spotlight was leading your way. There was an overwhelming sense of sheer terror that was consuming you, but you didn't know why. Your chest was tight with the panic but you had to fight through it.

"You're out of time, (f/n)," said a hauntingly familiar voice. You had no idea where it was coming from, as it sounded as though it was all around you, in every direction. Though the voice was relatively monotone, there was something terrifying and mocking about the way this woman's voice kept telling you that you were "too late."

"C'mon," you told yourself, trying to ignore the voice and bite back your fear. "Faster!!"

The voice kept taunting you, laughing dryly at you.

Up ahead, the path you were slowly sprinting on illuminated. You found your feet coming to a sliding stop and you stared blankly at the man before you.

Levi was at the end of the path, darkness surrounding you both, and he was on all fours. He was panting, his breath painfully labored, and when you looked closely enough you realized he was covered in blood. Even though he was far away from you, you could clearly make out every cut and bruise over his skin and the tattered remains of his shirt and his torn pants. It looked as if someone had tortured him relentlessly. He was seriously injured and you knew if you didn't help him, he could die.

You willed yourself to move but your body refused to respond. You were glued to your spot. "Levi!" you cried, desperately trying to go to his aid. It took him an incredible amount of effort to lift his lifeless gaze at you.

"You...have to...run." Even at this distance, you could hear his ragged, painful breathing as he tried to speak to you. It was as if he had said it right in your ear.

"N-no!" you shouted, feeling hot tears streak your cheeks. "I'm gonna help you! Just...just hold on! I'm coming!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," said the female voice.

A person walked into the light where Levi sat and you froze, recognizing the black hooded figure was a small woman by the rest of her body. She pulled back the hood that shadowed her face and instantly, you found yourself glaring at her.

"Annie," you spat. She smirked at you, taking a handful of Levi's hair and wrenching him into a kneeling position. His face was swollen only solidifying your assumption he had been beaten. He was spattered in his own blood and he looked spent. "Don't fucking touch him!"