To Kill My Love

A Dieing Lover

"Levi! Get to the tower, now!" Erwin called as he slashed the neck of a demon hound, more clawing their way up to him. We were at the north walls of Atheast.

"Erwin! Get you flat ass up here! I'm not leaving you behind!" I grabbed the rugged walls rocks, and began to climb, hoisting myself up onto the roof.

It was raining heavily and the thunder was louder than ever, but we couldn't give up now.

This was our 75th time trying to penetrate the gates of Atheast. The ruler had sent the dogs on us, running us out like rabbits.

Lightning clashed not to far away. my head turned side to side, frantically looking for Erwin.

"Miss me?" I heard a breathless voice say as I stood tall and turned around.

Right infront of me was Smith, holding a bloody stump for an arm. His face swollen by cuts and scratches.

"Holy shit..."

He huffed a dry laugh, then collapsed on the ground. I immediately ran to his aid, holding him in my lap.

"No no no no no," I chocked down tears. "Fucktard, don't you DARE die before me! Erwin? Erwin!" He coughed up blood onto my face, and wearily gave me a half smile.

"Protect them... save Atheast," Erwin's voice was nearly inaudible. He was putting pressure on a spot on his stomach, blood oozing from a large impaled arrow.

I widened my eyes. He and I knew that he was not going to make it.

"Go.. Levi, Leave now." He lifted his hand from the wound and shakily removed my hair from my face. "I-I'm s-so sorry... I can't help you any more.." Erwin's face turned soft as he wearily continued stroking my hair.

"I, love you," I took his hand in mine and leaned into his touch. Looking at him with a hurt look.

His hand dropped.

His eyes remained open, staring into nothingness while raindrops blurred the perfect blue color.

"N... No!"

My head was beating rapidly, my eyes shaking, tears streamed down my face in hot streaks of water.

I had lost my last reason for survival.

28 weeks later

"We will enter here, and Petra? You take down these guards on the left. They will be heavily armed, but, stupid. Hit in between the eyes to assure their death. Mike I need you to sniff out the king whilst the rest of the squad take down the defenses here, here, and here." I pointed to a map laid out on a wooden table. The whole team was in the main tent of our fortress, planning our next attack.

A few hours passed and we all went back to training, as usual. But I had other plans.

"I'm breaking in, tonight."

"WHAT? You're absurd! You'll be killed or maybe even worse," Petra whisper yelled at me, her hand tightly gripping my shoulders as she shook me back and fourth.

"You know that the plan I made before will never work, nor will the hundreds of others. Just trust me on this one."

I was going to pretend like I was turning my self in, then, I'd pick the lock of the dungeon cell, take a sword from the guard, clear my path, then kill the king in his sleep.

Simple as that.

"They won't just put you in the dungeon, they might kill you first!" She was averted her gaze to the floor, scratching the back of her neck as she did so.

"It will work." I said blatantly.

"It has to."

A/N

Sorry for short chapter, had this idea for a while but never had the interest in writing it down :/ hope you enjoy!

~nobaka~