I've decided that I'm going to write a fanfiction in first person POV. For once. Don't kill me.
(Written for Unnatainable Dreams' Prompt exchange. Prompt(s): 1. Write a super gory fic—but make sure you write it in the most cheerful tone possible. a fic that takes place entirely in either a closet or an elevator.)
I know this isn't long or even that gory, but I was in the mood. Excuse way-crazier-than-usual Hanji, she's my baby but I just love it when she goes creepy. So, of course, I have to make it worse than it already is. I blame the Mother Mother playing in my headphones.
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Oh, look at him. Look at him, God, it's so hot, I'm going to melt, I'm going to melt!
He's tearing the skin from the titan, not my titan, his titan, he caught it; it's his. There's blood and it's evaporating; look at it go up in steam! And the titan is making a sound like a scream, yummy, he knows how to do it and God it's hot, so hot, so hot; hot like the flesh of the titan he's got dying before him.
This closet is hot, and sweat is rolling down the back of my neck, but none of that matters, no! No, no, no, not with him there and blood lapping at his boots. He says a couple of words to the team and bang, bang, bang, there's a couple shots and the creature screams again.
The blood is confetti. It's raining down and a new girl is screaming. If it was my titan, I'd be screaming. Screaming for him to stop. But it's not, it's just a monster; a nameless monster.
The blood keeps dripping from its throat. It doesn't need to breathe; but it has lungs. I can hear the gurgle of the deep red liquid in those lungs; it rattles, and it's beautiful. They pull out it's fingernails- pluck, pluck, pluck! – and it screams and screams as it creates rivers of blood.
I'm licking my lips.
I want him to call my name, tell me he knows I've been observing from the closet space all this time. I want him to tell me to come to his side and help him as one by one each fingertip is pulled from the joint connecting it to the last.
He doesn't. And I watch happily as pop, pop, pop, there's no more fingers; just knuckles that are steaming. It's so hot, so hot, so hot.
They take saws, the kind they use to go through trees- one person on each side, the mechanics designed to take the effort of both people and double the work, hm, I see, I see, but my glasses are fogging from the steam of the blood.
"Ah." I whisper. "The bones are hollow in this one, too…" I jot that down in my little black book.
I notice that the shards of bone from the leg don't evaporate like the muscle do. They crumble away, like logs set on fire, until it's ash. And when it turns to dust, it starts to evaporate then, the legend of the succubus in the sunlight come to life.
"Stop." Levi commands.
He's left the leg half-sawed through. Hm, he wants to investigate, does he?
"Bring the acid."
Ah, so that's it. I myself have never filled the hollow bones with acid, but I have exposed skin to it. Like human skin, it erodes. He's brilliant to fill the bone.
The titan is screaming, thrashing, and suddenly his entire leg is evaporating. But it doesn't stop there, the dissolving skin spreads up the thigh and to the side until half of the titan is gone, it's teeth are falling form the melting gums and it's eye is like wax on a lit candle, melting and spilling out over the bone as the titan screams and screams and screams.
I stifle a laugh.
It's just so beautiful.
And the titan regenerates, slowly, and Levi stands strong and proud.
"Again." He says.
Again, again, again. God, it's so hot in here. It doesn't even smell like blood. So hot, so hot, so hot.
