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Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan.
Warning: Intense stuff, and definite triggers, basically this is a very unpleasant set of events... sorry?
My head is groggy. I groan against the weight that presses on my mind. What the hell? It feels like I got absolutely wrecked the night before. I don't remember doing so, but then again that was a common symptom of getting wrecked. I'd been at a party, I remembered that much. I remember a silk dress, Levi's eyes raking over me. Keza. I remember leering old men. But what happened? It's still fuzzy. I rub my eyes, and try to stand, but a hand pushes me back down. I bristle but as soon as I hear his voice I'm calmed. A little.
"Stay still, brat. And stay calm."
Well that's a sure-fire way of making me fly into a blind panic. Blind. I can't see.
My heart begins to race but I just focus on his words. Stay calm. I could do that. If I tried my hardest. His hand goes up, and down my arm, gentle, soothing. I give a careful nod. We were both at the party, so was everyone else… The mission. I tense. Where the hell were we now? Where was everyone else?
"W-What's going on Levi?"
"Soon as I figure that out, I'll let you know."
"Okay…"
"I woke up about an hour ago. But I've no fucking idea where we are. Or how long we've been here… Don't suppose you remember anything after the banquet?"
"Nothing… just there then here, wherever here is… um… and why is it, I can't see?"
"It'll pass." He sits closer and puts an arm round me. I tense even more. He grips my shoulder tightly. "What is it? Are you hurt? There's no blood but—"
"No." I shuffle away from him a little. "But if we don't know where we are, or who's got us, should you be that clos—"
"If someone's planning on doing something to us, they already know. Why else put us together?"
"Good point."
"Thanks, now stop being an idiot, and let me hold you? I don't know what's happening, but it can't be good."
I angle myself towards him, resting my head on his chest as I wind my arms round him. I hold as tightly as he holds me. Whilst good to know I wasn't being an idiot for being afraid, for once I wish I was the biggest fool in the room. What was happening? Where are we? Is anyone else here? Levi kisses the top of my head, and I feel fear swamp my mind. So much affection felt wonderful, but it also made my heart stutter. It was like he was preparing for a farewell.
"Levi…"
"I love you, Brat."
He says it like he's saying goodbye.
I blink as tears form, my vision is beginning to return. I sit up, and watch his face become clear bit by bit. It's blank, expect the slight raising of his brows. He's scared. I want to berate his pessimism, but I know it's pointless. I have no reason to assure him of anything. I swallow my harsh words, and blink till I can see him clearly. This was a bad dream. I'd wake up any second, and start babbling to him about it in the dark. He'd groan, and roll over, covering his ears with the pillow. I'd wake up any second. Wouldn't I? The seconds slip by, and I feel myself very much in the waking world. Shit.
"I love you too." I kiss him, carefully at first, but as we hear doors open from far off, I become insistent.
Whatever this was, it couldn't be good, he was right. The footsteps grow closer, and I kiss him harder. He grabs the back of my neck and holds strong, fighting against the hands suddenly on us, trying to pry us away. Don't leave me. My shoulders are wrenched back, dragging me away as I kick out, and reach for him.
"Levi!" I scream, hauling my shoulder away from one, and punching out at the other. I get a couple steps away when my knees are kicked out, and I land in the dirt. They clamp down on me, three of them now. A stick whacks my back, and I topple into the dirt. I look up blearily to see Levi being held down by five men, and they only barely manage it then. He's staring over at me, straining to get to me, with gritted teeth and a murderous rage in his eyes. But as our gazes meet, we both know this is pointless.
Suddenly he's injected with something. What the hell was this?
"Don't give them anything, Robyn! They'll just kill you! Just—gnh." He groans, being flung into the dirt like me. Only he isn't trying to get up. What the hell had they done?
There's another shove against my shoulder, but now the footsteps are receding. My captors flee. As long as they were gone, that was the main thing. I ignore my fresh bruising, scramble to my feet, and run over, skidding down by his side. He lies on his back, hands digging into the dirt. What had they done to him? His face is no longer a mask; that's well and truly broken. It's contorted in agony, and he breathes heavily through clenched teeth. I put a hand to his forehead, but withdraw with a hiss. He's scalding hot. This wasn't good. I gasp as he suddenly grips my wrist, and looks at me with wild eyes. I'm not sure he can even see me as his eyes shine, the silver beginning to darken, and then glow. Glow?
"Hide." He growls, a shudder running through him.
"What?" I try, and get out of his grip, afraid of his crackling voice and strength all of a sudden. He's crushing my wrist without even realising. He just holds tighter, and I shriek as a bone cracks. "Levi please, what did they do? How can I help? Please, how do I—"
"Run."
"No! I won't leave you like this, are you fucking crazy?"
"Run, Robyn, and kill me if you have to."
"Wha—" and he hurls me at least five metres across the room. He's strong. But he's not normally that strong.
My head's in a daze as I get to my feet. Only now do I properly see the room we are in. Its huge, like a strange arena, sand covers the ground and boulders are scattered around. The hell was going on? My head swims and I grip it tightly. I had to get back over there; the stubborn ass needed my help. I turn to go back, but I stumble to a stop. He's staring over at me. Desperation is written all over his face. My heart aches, and I back away a little, shaking my head as I comply with his request to stay away. But kill him? Why would I need to—
His head snaps back, his spine arching as he howls into the air. It's like when he was being crushed in that Titan's hand. I can't stop staring. It's happening all over again. I feel like I'm going mad watching this.
And then he's gone.
I'm thrown backwards by Titan steam, hitting against a boulder to crumple to the floor in a confused mess. Titan steam? But Levi… Oh God no. Please.
I run further away, to hide behind a boulder. I try to gather both my breath and scattered thoughts. Fear floods me, and I shiver despite the immense heat of the billowing steam. I was in a nightmare, only this time there was nowhere to wake to. Gradually the steam thins. All I can hear, except my own thrumming heartbeat is loud, heavy breathing. Tears fall down my face, as I consider what is behind me. Come on Robyn, wake up, you crazy bitch. Levi would look at me like I was nuts, and we'd laugh about it over coffee in the morning. I'd wear his shirt and he'd wipe jam from the corner of my lips. But as I keep hearing those heavy grunting breaths, I accept the fact I can't get out of this, that easily. This was real. I shakily move, and peer round the boulder.
I gape. Levi in titan form was not something I'd ever considered possible. No one could call him short now.
Stood at twenty metres he's entirely still, apparently calm. No longer was he a mere weapon, he was an entire battalion. His pale flesh tears in parts as it tries to stretch over the terrifyingly powerful physique. His hands end in hooked black claws, as though burnt and charred. A similar effect covers his eyes, as though his mask of composure had materialised. Much like Eren's Titan form, Levi's jaw has most of his teeth on show, except his are jagged like broken knives. His hair is much the same, if dishevelled; but as his silver pits scan the room I feel myself turn cold. Unbridled rage sears into me, the silver glowing eerily as we stare at each other.
Why the hell was this happening?
A roar emits from him, steam rising from his gigantic jaws as he flexes his huge claws hungrily. Then he pauses. He turns. He charges. Instinct takes over as I try to ignore his last words. Kill me if you have to. As I duck and dive, hiding amongst boulders as he tears around, growling and roaring all the while, I really doubt that I'll be able to kill him. I can't do as he says. I can't kill the man I love, can I? Then again, if the alternative was him killing me, could I abandon him to that kind of guilt?
Shit. But really none of this matters, I have no weapon.
Of course, as soon as I think this, I spot a set of gear in between some boulders. These bastards wanted me to kill him? I lift the gear up and shake it, empty tanks. No. They wanted me to try, fail and die by his hands. His roaring continues. I swallow my sobs. This wasn't the time for crying, it was time to disappoint some sick bastards. I was used to using as little gas as possible, so this would be a challenge, but one I was prepared for. Perhaps I could do this, perhaps I could cut him out as he had done for Eren?
My hands shake.
Slowly I strap on the gear, and try to steady my hands. I could do this, I could save him. He's saved me in so many ways already, I owed him too much not to at least try. Another roar rises out of him and into me. He sounds like he's in pain. I cringe but refuse the tears. They could come later. The quicker I got him out of here, the sooner I'd stop his pain. We'd go home. We'd find that small slice of happiness we shared. This would end bloody for those responsible. I draw my blades, and set out to save him. If I ever got hold of whoever was doing this, they'd rue the day they even thought of doing such a thing.
He's facing away from me, broad back rising and falling with each laboured breath. I swallow my fear, and I run. I jump up, and flip from a high boulder to gain momentum, firing as high on the wall as I can. But he's heard my wires, and he's on his way. Come on Levi, come back. Don't abandon me and I won't abandon you. His eyes burn with rage, and as his claw reaches out for me I give a shout, vaguely hoping my method with Eren might translate. It was only a slight hope though.
"Levi!" I howl, flipping back and feeling the heat radiate off his claws. He pauses. But that's all. No flash of recognition, no slow blink. But a pause is all I need. I land on his wrist, and run up his arm, firing my wire into his throat to act as an anchor. He cries out, and I feel it brand my heart, but on I go. I swing and flex, going round and slicing into the nape.
The beast jolts. But it isn't deep enough.
I stare at the cut, a small flash of pale flesh exposed beneath. I was so close. But not close enough. I've failed. I've failed him again. Shit.
His claw catches me on my way round, and I feel myself go limp as I consider how badly I just fucked up. Of all the things I regretted in my life-that would end up high on the list. I'm so sorry Levi. How could I fail so horribly? You asked such a simple thing of me, but I still couldn't do it. I tried to do something else, but just fucked it up. I dropped the blades on impact, and stare up at him as he holds me out in front. I personally don't care if I live or die, I'd had a lot of joy these past few months, but I shudder as his grip tightens. My breathing becomes short. Don't kill me, don't do that to yourself. This will destroy him.
I can't fight them, the tears fall freely. I lay a hand on his claw, and smile up at him as best I can.
"I'm sorry, Levi." But as his teeth come into reach he stops. He begins to shake. I look into those silver flames, and wonder if I see reason hiding there. "L-Levi?"
But then he jolts again, and falls to his knees.
A white cloaked figure zips away, holding the bruised and limp body of my Captain. No, don't take him. Please? I reach out but can't say anything as I fall in the now empty husk of his Titan. As we descend to the ground, steam envelops me in pain, and I smash into the ground inside the burning fist. Once again my world goes black. Part of me hopes I don't wake up.
When I wake, I'm in a small dark room. A bright light shines down on my head as I sit on my knees, hands bound behind my back. I breathe deeply, feeling the tears new and old across my face. I've been crying in my sleep. How pathetic. I can't see anything beyond my pool of light, but slowly my eyes are adjusting.
Footsteps approach me, and I look up. I almost laugh, if it weren't for the confusion choking it. A man with a painfully bitter face stands with feet apart, one hand on his hip, and the other dangling by his side. Apart from his face, he is otherwise made to be identical to my Captain. Same height, same hair, same countenance. The hell was this all about? I look beyond him, and into the gloom. My eyes continue to adjust till finally I can see the other end of the long room. I flinch. Levi sits in a similar position to me, only he's staring wide eyed. He looks badly beaten. Someone removes a syringe from his arm, and he shakes his head as though his vision is altered. I grit my teeth, the number of bodies I'd leave behind was beyond reckoning.
Levi's voice wavers. "No… Bastards… Let h-her g-go. Let her go! I won't do it… I w-won't."
At least he was alive? But the silly man was begging for my sorry life. He was Humanities strongest soldier. He was the priority. But before I can make my own bargaining the man in front of me suddenly starts speaking loudly, imitating my Captain with eerie accuracy.
"I know you're her, bitch!" I barely register the words barked from him before his boot makes an impact deep into my stomach. I wretch, but thankfully don't vomit, just whimpering as I gasp for breath. "Stop lying. You killed them, it was all you."
I don't understand what's happening, but the onslaught continues. His boot crunches into me repeatedly. Soon enough I taste blood. I look to Levi but only see horrified confusion in his watchful face. This was sick. The script goes on, and occasionally they alter the method of punishment. I do my best, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, or torture Levi further, but eventually I succumb. As the whip lashes against my already bruised back, the flesh splits open and I cry out. I scream. But then so does Levi. I hate myself.
He fights against his bonds. "Stop. Stop this! Let her go! Stop this, this isn't right. I won't do it. I don't believe it… I… I won't!" I look over, one eye still half able to see him. He leans forward, trying to reach me. Then there's another silver flash. Another syringe. He groans, shaking his head. "No… no more… I-I can't think… no…"
"Shh, Levi, we're just helping you remember."
Remember?
As another lash catches my back I feel clarity strike my mind. Holy shit. For some deranged reason these maniacs were trying to convince Levi that I was someone… I listen as the script continues. I'd supposedly killed someone. I was lying. I was her. Who the hell was 'her'? I grit my teeth as the whipping quickens, and then finally they say the damned name. Annie Leonhart. I shudder.
They were trying to convince him that I was the Female Titan - not Annie.
That I had killed his team – not Annie.
That he hated me – not Annie.
That he wanted to kill me – not Annie.
That I've convinced the rest of the Surivey Corps that I was their ally. That I had framed Annie. I only know the rest as the script continues. What was the point though? I focus on the puzzle, it numbs the pain a little, and I can finally keep my whimpers under control. The cries don't help me and hurt him; just shut up woman!
When Levi can't take anymore he passes out, and is dragged away to let him sleep it off. They laugh as they drag him, muttering about his weakness, about their new toy. A couple times I almost manage to get up, and follow, but they just catch me and throw me to the floor. This routine continues. Day after day. After four days, I stop trying to follow. I can't do anything but bleed all over him anyway. This ritual happens the same way, day in, day out.
But whilst they leave Levi somewhere to sleep, readying him for the new day of mind fuckery, I am not permitted slumber. That's too good for me apparently. They spit at me, they continue the punishments and they demand information. They ask about the Commander's plans, about Eren's abilities. They want to know everything. About Mikasa, about her talent, and any weaknesses. They want to know the layout of HQ, and where we were now holding Annie, they want to know anything, and everything that I do. And they keep asking for a phrase. A phrasing. Key words. What the hell are they talking about? It's all madness.
I give them nothing.
I blabber on about nonsense; telling them all about the pixie infestation, and Erwin's terrible habit of riding on unicorns whilst the rest of the cadets get high from smoking Titan bones. Soon enough they realise they aren't going to get anywhere, so they soon stop asking. They still beat me, and deprive me of decent rest, but their incessant questions subside. I ask why they're keeping me alive, I ask what they want. But understandably they're as tight lipped as myself. They clearly want to finish building these memories, whatever they're for. But I'm certain as soon as they're done with that they'll kill me. If that means they can't use me to hurt him anymore? Fine. Kill me.
Time becomes a blur. I have no idea how long I've been here. Blackouts come and go. I lose any concept of place or self, I'm just a husk of panting pain. Eventually though, I'm carried out of the small dark room. It's the first time they've moved me, I think. I groan as they drag me along, feet scraping on the floor. Eventually we reach a set of cells, and I'm left to dwindle in a pool of my own blood. My hands, and feet are unbound at last. I sprawl them out. Enjoying the slice of freedom, but cringing against the cuts clustered at each wrist, and ankle.
I lie there. My breaths rattle, they'd definitely broken the ribs this time. Much more of this, and they would successfully puncture my lung. I cringe against the idea of them making Levi watch that, blood bubbling up my throat as I drown in my own fluids. I look around from my place on the floor, but there's nothing to use. The only real option was to thrash myself against the floor till it punctured through. Otherwise it was a time-bomb waiting to torture him some more.
I sigh.
I hate to admit it, but I had noticed the lessening of his concern. During the playout of each 'memory'. He retorted less. He fought less. Perhaps he cared less? I feared their mind games were working. Whatever they were planning, it was getting off to a good start. Then again, that also meant it was hurting him less when they continued butchering me. That was something. Yet, I also had to admit, I was starting to hope they just got it over with, and finish me off. I couldn't take much more of this punishment. My body could only lose so much blood, and endure so much pain before giving in.
Surely?
But then I grit my teeth against this weakness, this was their doing. I had to let the Commander know what was happening. I had to warn them, that these people were messing with Levi's mind. I didn't know how it played into the Corps, but it had to be to bring it down. Whatever this was, I had the feeling it was more than a sick game. But I also had to hold onto Levi. He could still come back. I couldn't abandon him. Not now.
But my brain wouldn't work. Why was this being done? How would it work?
"Don't suppose you feel like talking today sweetheart?" That cold woman's voice filters through into my cell. I curl my arms, and legs back into my body. She waits for a response, but I just spit towards the door. "Still won't tell us that phrasing, hm? Stubborn child. You know, all you're doing is hurting yourself."
"Pretty sure that's what you bastards have been doing.." I croak, and she laughs softly. I shiver harder.
"One life is but a distraction in the grand scheme of things. You are a tool."
"Right back at you."
"You really won't give us the information we seek?"
"You really won't let me, and Levi go?" I hiss through bloodied teeth. Her glasses flash in the lantern's light. She never approaches, just spits venom from afar. I don't know her, I've never seen her face. But I'd remember that voice. I'd remember it till the day I finally found her, and made her pay. A long sigh leaves her, and I tense. It was too soon for another round to begin. It was too soon.
"Very well… Boys? Carry on, if you must."
I shift across the floor as best I can, but I refuse to voice my shrieks. This was a sick tactic, but I wasn't about to sell my regiment, no matter what they threatened me with. Three guys walk in, their shapes dark smudges in my bleared vision. But I blink hard, I had to see their faces. I had to know who to kill. Who to make suffer. The shadows haven't bothered me the entire time I've been in captivity; I think this place is too dark, even for them. But right now I wish they would, I wish they'd crash around me, and distract me from this fresh hell. Two of the men walk round, and hold me down by my shoulders, the third standing by my feet but out of kicking range.
"I can kinda see why Levi's so attached to you. Nice piece of ass. Seems a shame to waste it, leaving you all alone in here."
"Can I give you some advice?" I hiss, voice like knives as it cuts into the gloom of my cell. I look up through a curtain of hair, and give a broad smile. He's still smirking, but that scraggly beard is trembling. "You better make sure I'm completely dead once you're done."
"The fuck you talking about, bitch?"
"If I have even a tiny bit of strength left? I'll hunt you down, and kill you like the rats you are. Only I'll do it slow. Real slow."
They push me down, and hitch my legs up. I kick out. I snarl. They hold me down tighter. I hiss against their rough disregard for my other wounds. I hear trousers being undone. There's a lump in my throat. I want to scream, to beg, to howl out for help, but I know it won't do a damned thing except make their dicks harder. So instead I do the only thing I can. I stare up at one of the bastards holding my shoulders down, and keep my disturbing grin in place.
All I have are words. And I will fucking use them. "I'll take the bluntest knife I can find, and peel your little pricks slice by slice. I'll feed you the little shreds of flesh, and watch you choke. That's when I set fire to your saggy little beanbags, and then shove those down your throat too."
"Just shut the bitch up would, ya? She's totally killing my boner here."
"I wondered if me not feeling anything was testament to your miniscule manhood, fucker."
"Shut it bitch. Just shove your dick in her mouth, that'll shut her up."
"I wouldn't—"
I clench my teeth as I feel him force his way inside. My body convulses from the pain, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. No. Fuck no. His greasy hands hold onto my hips, and bruising them as he pleases himself. Little grunts emit from his chapped lips with each sickening thrust. My breathing hitches. I bite back my pain-filled screams. Tears escape. I simply thank whatever God there was, that they weren't making Levi watch this. The prick holding my left shoulder lets go once the bastard ploughing into me has taken residence on top of me. I take the small opportunity, and grab at my bed-buddy's throat with my suddenly free hand. Tearing cloth, and flesh can be heard. He shrieks and falls back, pulling out to leave only pain behind.
"Crazy bitch!" He howls, and I laugh weakly as I feel a lump of skin in my hand. He'd stolen something from me, so it only seemed fair that I'd done the same. "She's torn my damn jugular!"
"Big word for you. Pipsqueak." I hiss as he scrambles away, and the other two look amongst themselves, and then to me with indecision. I try, and swallow my sobs as I meet their beady gaze, and lick my teeth slowly. "You put yourselves anywhere near me? I'll bite them clean off. And that's a fucking promise."
Amazingly enough they drop and run.
The cell door slams shut, and I'm left in the dark again. My first reaction is to laugh, to be thankful the damage was minimal, that they didn't get very far. But as silence retakes the small cell, and I consider that no one is there to listen, I slowly feel the laughter melt into sobbing. I curl into a ball, and tug my torn shirt down so it covers me as best it can. My mind whirls, the sickening images haunting me as I gasp at the stale air. I'm sorry Levi, I tried to stop him.
Suddenly I hear struggling. Someone is being restrained. My name breaks through occasionally. No. No, please just allow me that much. I peer out from under my hair, my tears making my eyelashes stick together as I hide here. A pair of pale grey eyes make me tense, and I see Levi grip the bars of the cell, wanting to rip them clean out the wall. I don't think they'd completely erased his concern. Now I wish they had. His eyes just stare, head shaking back forth as he grits his teeth, racked sobs escaping.
A hand pats his shoulder, cold voice smooth as ever, unmoved by his plight.
"You see Levi? This is what you let us do to her. Remember."
"N-No…" he chokes, slurred and coarse as he grips the bars and rattles them. My heart burns. This woman wasn't human. I tug my shirt lower, my breathing becoming thinner as I try and think of what to do.
"Just remember this when the time comes. You let us do it didn't you? Hm? You were too weak to save her."
"No… R-Robyn… please… j-just l-let her g-go… please…" he slides to the floor, hand reaching through shakily, dropping to the ground a moment later as he continues to shake his head against the memory being burned in there.
I don't know what the game is right now, but I know I can do nothing but make it worse.
If I reach out, and say his name? He'll think I'm pleading with him to save me.
If I ignore him? He'll think I hate him.
So I push my hair back, and smile as best I can, lips still wobbling with my crying.
"I love you, Levi." But half way through my words he's hit on the back of the head, and sent slumping to the floor. For just a moment, as he heard my voice, a small smile had broken through the pain. I'd managed to give him a small reprieve? I hold onto that idea.
A tutting noise comes from the cold woman, and then Levi is dragged away. "Now, now deary. He's ours. Can't have you—shit. They're here." The glasses disappear. Levi is dragged away. I can do nothing but watch. Useless.
I lay my head back down; body, heart, and mind spent. Weird echoes are going around, but I just ignore them, and focus on my breathing. I may actually get some sleep this way. He was still alive at least. But the way he gripped those bars. I gag a little at the fact he'd seen it all. He'd heard it all. His grey eyes were so wide, I wonder whether or not it would be better if he wasn't still alive. Whatever they were doing, it was destroying him.
The door is thrown open, and whacks off the wall. Not again.
I scramble back, screaming as my resolve breaks into a thousand pieces. I can't take it. I'm done. I can't fight this. "Stay the fuck away from me! No! Please! Don't!"
The figure rushes in and grabs my flailing arm, I shriek as something is stabbed into my flesh, and I feel it grow tingly. More drugs? I claw at them, catching cloth, and a little flesh I think. There's shouts echoing down the halls.
Can I hear gunshots? Was that Commander Erwin's voice?
"Erwin! C-Commander!" I scream, throat burning as the noise rips out of me. The figure injecting me gives a huff, and throws me back down into my blood. I slowly lose strength, my screams dying down to incoherent moans. I lay there, battered and bruised in only my small tattered shirt. Covered in the marks of their various tortures, and still bleeding. I must have looked barely human anymore. I definitely didn't feel it.
The figure pats my head. "Can't have you remembering our fun times now can we? This needs to all be a fun surprise. Sleep well." I hate to give into it, but sleep is dragging me down.
I had to remember.
I had to warn them.
I had to remember.
I had to save him.
Shit… what was I meant to remember?
Through the haze I hear a bang. I hear shuffling. I hear vaguely familiar voices. But I can't respond, or even move. Is it a drug, or is it the fact I feel like I've lost half if not more, of my blood? I don't know. I hear another bang, like my cell door opening again. And then there's a pause.
"Bastards… filthy lecherous bastards."
Someone picks me up. They cradle me to their chest as they walk in long strides. I smile internally; Levi found me, wherever the hell I was. He was taking me home. Or had he just found me stinking drunk somewhere? I can't remember what's happening, my mind won't let me settle on anything. Everything hurts. There's a lot of pain. Too much pain. Levi holds me close, and begins to run.
"Cadet Sanshi it's all right, we have you, you're going to be fine."
That isn't Levi's voice. Why is the Commander carrying me? Where the hell was Levi?
I groan as my head aches, what was it I last remembered? I'm wearing a ball gown, and Levi's hand is on my leg, slowly slipping off as he falls asleep. We were caught. At the banquet? So my plan never even happened, but then where was Levi now? I had been with him… that feels right anyway. So what was…
"Just breathe Cadet, we're going to get you out." I try, and respond to the Commander, his kind words making me feel safe. But I can't. I don't know if I'm even properly conscious. "Just stay with us. Please. You can do this, I know you can."
I focus on his sentiment, and cling to what little consciousness I have. It takes a while but soon I feel cold air swirl around us, and he gives a gentle squeeze to me before laying me down. The cold hard wood of a wagon is beneath me. A cape is draped over me as I shiver violently, and careful hands tuck it round me, stroking my hair back from my face as the wagon begins to move. But no one speaks. No one speaks for a long time. Eventually I hear horse's hooves running up to the wagon, and unintelligible cries till a pair of feet land in the wagon as though jumping from a horse.
"Robyn? Shit, Robyn…" My heart swells as I hear Eren's voice. He sits next to me and runs careful fingers across my cheek. I hear a sniff. "What've they done to you? We'll get you home, don't worry, I'm watching over you…" I hear another sniff, and he takes my hand in his, pressing his forehead against my skin. "Unlike before… Shit… I'm so sorry Robyn. Please don't hate me. I promise I won't let anything happen to you… Never again…"
He lies down and begins to cry into my hair, apologising over and over. Begging me to wake up. Begging me to live. But I can't really remember why I would hate him, or whether my injuries are really that severe. Something had gone wrong with the plan of mine, that much was clear. But I highly doubted it had been because of Eren. I feel content that he's just being an idiot. I want to roll over, and tug him close, to shush his cries and assure him I was fine. But what I really wanted to know was how Levi was doing. They'd presumably put him in a different cart. The one thing I could definitely recall was that I'd been with Levi wherever I had been. And this was clearly a rescue. So for whatever reason they'd had him separate.
Come on Eren, talk to me about Levi. Is he okay? Is he better or worse than me? Was I to blame for us being captured? Of course I was. I groan as I accept the fact this was probably my fault. There's a fluttering of hands, the groan having been audible, but nothing else. I try and sleep. We were going home, and I couldn't move anyway. Everything could be seen to once I could move. Everything would be fine.
To the 'guest' who was so encumbered by feels, i apologise, i am a little vindictive with such things! And thanks for the editorial note, I shall get to that when I can. Majorly busy atm, so Grammar and me are having a full on fall out. Lovers tiff if you will.
MrsMichealis: I love your reviews! XD make my day each and EVERY time. Such dishonor, and I don't even own a cow - nice reference btw ;)
Frejya: I really am mean with cliffhangers... I really am... but they are SO MUCH FUN! Muhahahhhaa.
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