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

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What snapped her eyes open were Historia’s screams. Nathalie might have been terrified when she saw the familiar black uniform that she’d wear on all her missions as an Enhanced Soldier. She was terrified when she jumped on her feet and she saw the red eyes of twenty men barging into the living room of the Royal Palace and restraining Historia, the beloved daughter that she never thought she’d have. But Historia’s safety was all that Nathalie cared about right now. Historia’s safety was all that mattered. Those people were there because of her. She wouldn’t be surprised if they had managed to fight off the Palace’s entire guard. They were twenty Enhanced Soldiers. Marley had sent twenty of them to get her, just one former Enhanced Soldier she was.

But she was a hybrid of Burgess and Ackerman blood. Her uncle’s finest soldier.

Nathalie wasn’t thinking when she reacted. It was as if her mind went blank and something else was taking over. Someone else. Her hands reached back for the man who was trying to restrain her. She caught him by the head and let out a cry as she picked his entire weight and knocked him on the floor, on his back, in front of her. She knelt down and trapped his head between her knees, snapping his neck with a swift move.

Nathalie grabbed the dagger from his belt and she shot it towards the man who was holding Historia restrained. The pointy side of the dagger buried deep within the man’s skull and Historia was released right away. Two more tried to reach for the Queen, but Nathalie jumped in their way. She side-kicked one of them harshly on the head, giving herself enough time to avoid and dodge the attacks of the other two. A dagger came in contact with her throat from behind. Nathalie grabbed the man’s hand, digging her sharpening, blackening nails on his forearm and tearing through his uniform and tearing the skin beneath. The man grunted and Nathalie bit down on his hand harshly enough to make his fingers let go of the dagger which she grabbed right away.

She elbowed the man powerfully from behind and she elbowed him again on the ribs, breaking one, or two. Only an Enhanced could fight those people, and she still was one. She stepped on the man’s foot making him grunt. She had probably smashed the bone beneath, because her strike was so powerful, it cracked the floor. The man was too occupied with the pain and she turned around, so fast, he didn’t get to react and she sliced his head off with the dagger. The daggers of the Enhanced were particularly larger and sharper. They could cut through metal. Just like their nails.

The blood sprayed everywhere like a waterfall, and the man’s head landed lifeless on the floor, and soon his headless body joined. A bullet came towards Historia but Nathalie got in the way and it dug deep in her belly, but Nathalie was so much used to the pain. She couldn’t tell how the hell she was able to fight, even when three more bullets found her flesh and she began bleeding. Or how the hell was she able to stand whilst she hadn’t eaten anything or slept at all for days.

She knew why. Her uncle’s experiments. The few things that the Burgesses couldn’t take away from her body. The unnatural strength, the nails that automatically grew black and large, and sharp and able to cut through anything. Nathalie still had a dagger in her hand, and her glasses were no longer needed. She pulled them off, tossing them on the safe cushions of the couch and crimson irises glowed as she counted the men. Eighteen. Should be easy enough.

“Welcome back, General,” One of them said and she could tell he was the man who had brought her from the dead, and she strangled and growled at him and knocked him against the wall of that damn train.

“Missed me?” Nathalie smirked thinking about how deliciously warm his blood was going to be as it’d spray on her face.

“Not quite,” They all raised their guns and pointed them at her. Nathalie rushed towards Historia and she grabbed her hand. She made sure she shielded Historia with her body as she dragged her towards a nearby counter in the living room.