A very short drabble written for my Lucy blog. Don't even read this otl.
No.
This is wrong.
Body struggled to get a grip on the rubble digging into blood stained skin, while mind battled to get a grip on the horrific reality it was faced with. Crushed 3D maneuver gear, a torn uniform and broken blades; none of these were her current concern, as she experienced every painful breath, every futile movement, each one taking more energy than it logically should.
She didn't know what had happened. In a minimum of a few hours (she was unsure of how long she had been stuck in her current position), she had gone from assisting Levi's team in keeping the young titan shifter under control and succeeding, they were doing it, to having the roars and crashes of falling buildings as background noise. She didn't know what had happened to the others. Natsu, Erza, Gray, Juvia; they had all come to her side, but no one was worthy of defeating the youth this time. No, this time, he was unstoppable. All that had awaited them upon coming to her aid was a premature death.
Grunting, weary hands once again attempted to lift the large section of stone that was slowly, tauntingly slowly, crushing her, bit by bit. A slither of hope appeared before her as it's position shifted and her foot was freed, but she soon realized how little a shift that was. It had taken so much of her remaining stamina; there was no way she would move it any further. The sound of the other's booming footsteps grew louder. Louder, louder, so loud, incredibly loud—
She was going to die.
No.
This is wrong.
But, then, it wasn't.
Time lost it's meaning; everything lost it's meaning; why did she have to breathe, anyway? There was no point in the action. Everyone dies. Why prolong the event? Minutes turned to seconds, and in five minutes, he was there. Glaring down the last of her resolve. Frightening the last of her courage. Extinguishing the last of her hope.
Large hands reached down to effortlessly lift her from the rubble; an act she would not have been able to achieve, even if her strength had been at it's normal level. Green eyes, such green eyes, and a grin that itself alone was enough to mentally scar one for life. Which wouldn't be hard in her case; she had a short life.
The rubble had stopped crushing her head.
Her mind had been cleared.
Hang on, no, no, stop-
She was lifted higher. Higher. Towards that— that mouth— no, no, this wasn't what she wanted—
She had a life, Natsu had promised her one, in the inner walls— no titans, no death— no, no suffering—
'Don't worry, Luce. I'll protect you. I'll protect your future.'
That— that was what she wanted—
"H-Hey, Eren, no—"
Oh, Natsu, I'm sorry.
Snap.