Camp Shiganshina

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I stood up slowly, stumbling towards a wall to keep my balance. The blood was leaking out of me consistently; I had to get a tourniquet to help stop the rapid bleeding. I then remember the jacket I wore, ripping it off my body and tying it as tightly as possible around my wound.

After tying my jacket around my waist I pushed myself off the wall, stumbling over my legs as I tried to get closer to Grisha and attack.

"This is just pathetic, Eren," Grisha commented, shifting the weight of his body to one of his feet, which one I wasn't all too sure. Ignoring his degrading comment, I lowered myself down to Levi's level and gave him my pocket knife.

"Take the knife and cut yourself out of these binds. Then get Armin, trust me I can take on Grisha without it," I whispered, shoving the knife into his hand. I let my hand rest on his for a second as the man tried to process what I was going to do.

"Eren... you're hurt," he responded, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Trust me, Levi, please," he hesitated but nodded his head. I hobbled back towards Grisha, putting my hands upward in a fighting position. He got the idea and threw the knife that stabbed me to a corner of the room. I now have to get over there; much easier said than done.

"Alright, boy, let's dance," Grisha snarled out, stepping forward with incredible speed to get the first punch.

I was able to dodge but just barely, sidestepping away and having Grisha land right into the wall. A smirk found its way to my face as I watched his shocked expression. I ran forward, throwing a punch to his jaw, cracking it in the process. He growled in aggregation, throwing a punch out and hitting my arm. The old man hit harder than I had thought.

I took a few steps back, Grisha taking some forward. We now stood in the middle of the room, only a hole in the floor would be an issue. Other than the only exit for us we had the entire small area to fight for our lives. He stepped forward and punched my stomach, just barely missing my bleeding wound. I punched back, kneeing him in the stomach as well.

"You've gotten stronger, son," Grisha remarked, aiming another punch towards me.

"No thanks to you, Grisha," I spat back, blocking his oncoming attack.

We continued to punch and kick for what felt like hours, my movements weary and heart pounding rapidly. I needed to end this quickly so I wouldn't die from blood loss. That would be an automatic win for Grisha, and then Levi and Armin would be in so much trouble. I wouldn't allow that. He hit me with all the force he could muster towards my stab wound, nocking the air out of me and throwing me off my feet. I tumbled to the ground in a crash, hearing the old wood underneath me creak and groan as I fell. It wouldn't be too long before this treehouse would fall. Hopefully we wouldn't be inside when it does.

I coughed up blood again, feeling the lack of blood finally catch up to me. Any adrenaline I was on was gone, I could feel every bruise forming, every cut bleeding, and the gaping hole in my stomach bleeding and gasping for help. Grisha laughed, crouching down to my face and held an ominous smile. His glasses reflected my broken form, causing me to want to throw up anything that was left in me.

"Any last words to your boys over there?" Grisha said, moving his arm so I could see them on the other side of the room. Levi was turning deathly pale, but he had gotten his and Armins restraints off of them. He stared at us in shock, eyes starting to water from the scene. He held onto Armin for dear life, hoping to have something ground him safely.

His blue eyes looked hurt, as though I was breaking a promise I made. I guess I was if I ended up dying here and now. But that wouldn't happen. I never want to be the reason Levi shows this type of emotion ever again. I will make him happy, so we can be happy. I want to be his friend; have someone to talk to when days get rough. I want to be his lover; someone who loves me and I love in return, no matter how much we end up fighting. I want to be his soulmate and partner for life; to wake up next to him again, to kiss him again, to lounge around and now worry about stupid killers.