Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|106| No Rest for the Wicked

Headache. She knew she wasn’t dead when she felt that damned headache. Something had pierced her wrist and she almost knew whatever the hell it was that thing that they were feeding her body with. It was that blood-red liquid, but it was not blood. It was what brought her strength back. It was what made her a monster in the first place. Her beloved uncle’s serum. He used to feed her body with it all day, every day for months.

Nathalie opened her blood-red eyes and she looked at the lights above her. She knew she was in a train when she realised, they were moving. Her squad was all around her. A bunch of men and women she barely knew their names. One of her squad members was beside her, making sure to administer that damned serum in her body. She was sure all wounds were closed by now. She was lying in a series of seats. She was alive. It infuriated her.

“Bold of you to assume we’d let you die, General-” Said the man standing beside her. Before he could utter another word, Nathalie’s hand found his neck and her slender fingers started to squeeze. The man squirmed. Both of his hands found her own and he started digging his own dark nails in her flesh trying to stop her. “G- General-”

“How dare you bring me back?!” Nathalie grunted as she lifted the man up with one hand and she brought him closer to her. “If I wanna stay in hell then you’ve no right to drag me out of it,” She growled as she tossed him on the opposite wall of the wagon.

They were heading back to Marley, she could tell. Her squad members didn’t say anything. They just stared at the man as he was knocked on the wall and then he fell on his knees coughing hard. His hands found his bruised neck and he started sucking in deep breaths. Nathalie tore the cables off her wrists. She didn’t need any more of that damn serum.

She should have known better than to think they’d let her die. No. She was a precious test subject. There was no way they were going to let her rest. There was no way they allowed her to die. Marley couldn’t lose her. Marley needed her. She was important in the battlefield of their useless wars. Her brilliant plans were essential to beating their incompetent enemies.

She stood up and she looked at the ruined black shirt and bloodstained black pants. Her squad members were trying their best not to look at her, as if they were afraid. Good. They were right to be. 

“Piss off,” Nathalie spat and they all saluted her before leaving the room.

“General!”

Nathalie stood up and she fumbled through her bag that was laid down nearby. She had to get changed. She was in new pants and about to button up her shirt when she heard a familiar voice.

“Glad to see you’re alive-” Zeke never got to finish the sentence. A fist landed on his nose, breaking the bone beneath which started to regenerate right away, but it still hurt. A drop of blood slipped down his nostril.

She may have been shorter than him, but she could very well reach that pretty little face and grace it with the tenderness of her fist. Zeke took a step back. He groaned. His fingers found his nostrils with his handkerchief wiping the blood away.

“What the hell was that for?!” He protested.

“Knock before you enter your superior’s door, you fucking dumbass,” Nathalie growled.

Zeke looked down at her breasts that were trapped behind her black bra. Her black shirt wasn’t yet buttoned up. That smug smirk spread on his lip. “Oh c’mon, it’s not like I’ll see something I haven’t seen before,”

“Fuck off,” She growled before she kneed him hard on the stomach. The man coughed for a moment but gained back quickly his composure. “Thanks for letting me die out there, you fucking asshole,”