ONE ʙʏ ONE 𝟸 : ᗩᗷᑌᔕᗴ ᗩᔕƳᒪᑌᗰ

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Hange stopped Christa's bleeding easily, but she couldn't do much for the pain. After Eren's fit, Christa was completely blind and at high risk for infection. She was resting in the barracks with Zeke while the others were on the top deck.

She was depressed having lost her vision. Zeke watched as she pitifully felt around for a glass of water. He help her place the glass correctly and drink.

As she finished, Christa asked, "What's happening with Eren?"

Zeke sighed, "I'm not sure. Between Levi, the asylum, and electrotherapy, no telling how his mind is working now."

Christa tried to sit up straight, but she felt a sharp pain around her body. She fell back on the pillow, groaning.

"Relax for now. I'm gonna see if anybody has a pain pill." Zeke informed her. "I'll be back in two minutes."

Christa nodded and heard his footsteps leave the barrack area. She sat silently, humming a tune to herself to pass the time. After a minute she heard footsteps comeback.

"Did you find a pill?" She asked.

There was no reply. The person sat next to her, and a burning sensation she felt made it clear they were staring at her.

"Zeke? Are you okay?" Christa called. She reached out for him to take her hand.

"You should be dead."

Christa paused hearing Eren's voice. She tried to stay calm as she instructed, "Eren, you need to find Levi. You're about to have another fit."

Eren giggled softly as Levi's voice came from behind him. "I'm right here, Christa."

She felt her heart sink as she heard the sound of a knife being drawn. Christa went to scream, but a slender hand covered her mouth.

"I appreciate your sacrifice to bring Eren back." Levi taunted, leaning close to her ear. "You're also saving is the supplies. Quite a team player. You will be missed."

Christa tried to thrash, but the cuts were restricting her from putting up a full fight. Her struggles ceased as she felt a knife at her throat. In that moment, the only thing she could do is pray — pray that Zeke would come back.

Once again, Eren torchered her instead of finishing the job. Levi held Christa back, and the girl endure another round of painful cuts and stabs.

Eren sliced the bottoms of her feet to keep her from walking. He carved the words 'Dead Girl' into her arm. He scraped the edge of the blade against her flesh, not cutting it, but leaving stinging razor burns. After he finished, he stood back and stared at the writhing girl who screams were being held back.

"Are you ever going to kill her?" Levi wondered.

Eren said nothing as he reached down and began cutting off her hair in uneven cuts. As he sliced off the last handful of locks, Zeke made his way back.

"Christa!" He gasped as he shoved Eren away to the ground.

Levi let the girl go, and she let out a shrill scream that everyone on the boat heard. The raven helped his beloved up and retrieved the knife for him. Eren took the knife into his hands to admire the red color on it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Zeke yelled at them. Levi was preoccupied straightening Eren's hair and praising him for his work.

Hange came running down with everyone following her. She gaped as she saw Christa more battered than before. Levi shrugged nonchalantly.

"Eren had another fit." He explained. "Better to hurt the injured than to hurt the healthy."

Hange ordered Zeke and Armin to take care of Christa while she spoke with Levi. The raven was far from guilty.

"Levi, you need to keep Eren from attacking — not fuel the habit!" Hange argued, snatching the knife away from Eren. Eren scowled at her, and she returned the gesture.

Levi crossed his arms. "She's had it coming. In fact, all of you do. If Eren attacks you, oh fucking well, but I'll hold you down to endure it."

Hange was sickened by the pair. Eren had lost it, still stuck in the electrotherapy trance. Levi was willing to sacrifice anything to get his Eren back. Torturing was the closest Eren was to waking up.

"You need help, Levi. I'm going to alert your uncle of this behavior, and he is gonna get you a psychiatrist." Hange dictated, going to help Christa.

Levi looked to Eren, who was still upset that she took the knife away. He leaned over and whispered something in his ear, earning a wicked smile from Eren.

The brunette walked up to the sickened and panicking group. "I-I'm sorry..."

Everyone paused and stared at him. They were shocked to hear him say anything other than 'You should be dead' or 'Everything's red'. Eren moved towards Christa, but Zeke stood in the way.

"It's okay, Eren." Christa managed to smile uncomfortably. "It's not your fault. I'm sure you were coaxed into it."

Zeke was livid. He pointed an accusing finger at Levi. "You told my brother to torture her?"

"Well, kill her, but did his best."

Zeke lunged at Levi and tackled him. The two broke out into a brawl. Everyone went to pull them apart,  but Armin stayed behind.

The blonde teen saw Christa in pain, and couldn't bare to see it anymore. He drew his knife and called Eren over. He then showed Eren where to cut, sliding the knife gently across her neck.

Christa knew what was happening as she heard Armin instruct, "Cut fast and deep here. Then she'll not suffer anymore."

She accepted her fate and relaxed. Armin then handed Eren the knife, making sure that nobody was paying attention. The teen took the knife and placed it at the girl's throat.

Armin did a slide motion with his hand to show him. Eren tightened his grip and drug the knife across Christa's throat. Blood gushed over the bed, and her gurgling struggle alerted everyone.

"Armin! What the hell?" Zeke fumed.

While Zeke was distracted, Levi delivered a sharp left hook to his face, knocking him to the floor. He wasn't unconscious, but he was disoriented.

"Arlert, brilliant job!" Levi praised.

Armin nodded and noticed blood dripping from Levi nose. Zeke left a large bruise on Levi's cheek, but Levi did far more damage to the other. Armin tossed Levi a rag.

Connie wanted to throw up at the sight and smell of Christa's bleeding corpse. Reiner and Berthold were questioning if they should've stayed home instead of going with Hange the night of the party. The three of them joined on their own terms, feeling like they owed something. However, their lives would have been much easier had they never got caught up in this.

Holly was sickened too. She looked to Hange. "I know we're friends, Hange, but this is too far. You have sick friends."

Hange eyed Levi. "They're not my friends."

Levi rolled his eyes. "I better check the waves so we don't get off course. Arlert, Erwin, with me." He grabbed Eren's wrist. "Come, Mon Amour."

Eren followed like a lost puppy. His movements were becoming more fluent, meaning with every drop of blood, he was waking up. He still had a long way to go.

Erwin stood still, ignoring Levi for a moment. Hange begged with her eyes not to follow him, but Levi called him name again, and he shamefully turned and left.

A small group of people, on a barely big enough boat — shoulder to shoulder with a psycho and his lover and a rotting dead girl. It can't get much worse.

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Does it get worse???😈😈😈

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