| New Purpose | Erwin Smith fanfic |

•| Chapter 9 |•

Erwin's POV

shit. What am I doing? You could have just moved and grabbed her but no, you let her go. idiot. Like he said... He'd be a better father... my mind flashed to the picture of F/n being dragged away...No.
M/n left her to me.

I'm sorry F/n, I'm not letting you go, I'm coming to get you... Don't give up on me.

(time skip)

I travelled through Trost into the capital, locating the apartment Dacian and F/n would have returned to.

I slammed my fist against the door to which I received footsteps, Dacian opened it. His expression stunned at first, extremely punch-able in my moments spurt of courage.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Marias sake, you didn't put much effort when M/n ran off." he smirked, clenching my fist keeping composure.

"I'm going to be professional with whatever stupid game you think this is, Dacian. Just give me back my d-" , stopping my sentence midway, noticing blood smeared over his hand.

Panic and fury jolted through me like a blade.

"WHERE IS SHE?" My voiced boomed, I gripped the scruff of his neck, restraining him against the door, catching a glimpse of the inside.

my fierce expression dropped when I saw F/n lying on the floor in her own blood,

blood.

I pushed past the bastard and ran towards her, brushing strands of h/c hair from the wound, her pulse was still beating...scarcely... I scraped the grit of glass particles from her skin, producing small scratches.

I sighed with relief when she opened up her eye slightly, responding to the soft touch. she pursed her lips, numerous tears slipping down her cheek. "F/n-" my voice almost inaudible. Her eyes closed again, "H-hold in there..." I nestled her head into the crook of my neck, gently soothing her back.

"Aye! What the hell are you doing?!" Dacian had regained his posture and was storming over to us. "Why the hell are you taking her? You've just got rid of her!" he spat, blocking my path. "She ain't nothing to look at! She ain't worth shit."

worth?

I clenched my jaw. "Don't you fucking dare." I growled, tensing my back making me more threatening. I could easily overpower him in a fight, let alone with physical strength.

"If the kid wanted to be with you she wouldn't have bloody left now would she?" his body adjusted, preparing to throw a punch.

-Phwack-

I caught his knuckle with my free hand firmly, twisting it and spraining his arm backwards. He groaned angrily, switching to his left hand throwing another punch... this time aiming at F/n. My breath hitched in my throat, letting go of his wrist, smashing my leg into his abdomen. The force of the kick pinned him against the bottom half of the beamed wall, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't bother moving." I grimaced at his pathetic state on the floor, taking a couple steps back making sure F/n was as far as possible from his presence. "The military police will be here, and you'll get whats coming... If that's the only fucking thing they're capable of, so be it."

his head hung down against his chest. "...I can still run." he responded smirking, rage coursed through my veins. I retook my previous steps back to his crumpled body, a single stomp it took to dislocate his leg from it's socket. I watched his mind process what had just happened. Covering F/n's ears from his agonising yell.

F/n-

Her small form was whimpering, shivering violently with fear into my neck, her breath was short and hoarse. I panicked thinking I've frightened her.

"Hey, hey, hey...We're leaving, everything's okay..." I whispered softly, hushing into her ear, tightening my grip around her small build.

We left the building the sound of carriages racing down the back street told me the Mp's had finally arrived.

"F/n...?" I looked down at her, she cried into my jacket. Her face was smothered with a mix of tears and blood. "*hic* I-I-it *hic* h-hurts..." She moaned faintly, her voice cracking.

"I know, I know, hang in there just a little longer..." I encouraged softly, panic stabbing at me on the inside. I rushed over towards a boat that was making its way down the river, in the direction out of the wall-Sheena towards Trost district. After making it onboard, I sat on a free seat under some shelter, being as gentle as possible I applied pressure to her wound with a piece of fabric I had torn from my shirt sleeve.

Fuck. this is all my fault, why did I let you go...? you were perfectly fine this morning... Why didn't you tell me about what was happening- For gods sake, Its not your fault. Dammit.

F/n. please don't leave me. please. I'm sorry.