Blood. That was all you could see before you.
The biting cold was quickly numbing your hands; a stark contrast to the warm blood that still trickled out.
Your mind barely registered when you fell to your knees, the cold snow soaking through the thick pants you were given. You blankly stared at the blurry figure, too afraid to look at him directly. You knew if you did, his face would be contorted into a look of utter horror, his blank and glassy eyes stuck open for all eternity. Because of you.
Your hand that clenched the knife so tightly that your knuckles turned white slipped from your red coated fingers with a small thunk and landed in the powdery snow next to you, stained red.
A hand just as cold as the snow, perhaps even colder, glided over your arm and gripped it tightly. You blinked back the tears threatening to spill and harshly bit your lip. You couldn't let him see you cry, not this time.
"You did well." He purred, moving his hand up to lightly stroke your hair, much like an owner would do to his dog.
Nausea swirled inside your stomach as your nose caught another whiff of the metallic like scent of blood and the stench of alcohol. You dared not look at the man behind you in fear of him punishing you, even if his chilled digits against your scalp made your skin crawl.
"Three more and then you're one of us." He hissed, pulling away his hand and reaching down to pick up the fallen knife. He eyed it with distaste and wiped the red liquid off on his dark slacks. "Messy. Fix it next time."
You slowly nodded. "Yes, Sir."
He hummed in acknowledgment and grasped your arm to tug you up from the ground. Your knees shook slightly and it took all of your willpower not to stumble back to the sodden ground.
"Stand up, you're acting like a child." The man chided, his fingers digging into your small harm even harder.
A small wince of pain slipped past your lips as he pinched your skin and began to walk. Your (e/c) orbs glanced back one last time at the corpse splayed out unceremoniously on the ground. You bit the inside of your cheek harshly and ripped your eyes away before suppressed emotions could bubble up and overflow.
What if he had family? Is someone waiting for him?
An image of a worried wife and children huddled up by a dying fire waiting for the man you had just slaughtered flashed through your mind, sending a serrated knife of guilt through your heart. You couldn't help but choke back a sob at the thought.
The man; Anthony, sighed in irritation at your sob. With a groan he stopped your trek through the snow and took a knee to level himself to you. Your darting (e/c) orbs refused to look directly at him which amused him greatly. At least you knew to fear him.
"Kestrel." He purred, his lips curling into a sneer. "What do we always say?"
You took a shaky inhale of breath and stared at your boots that were speckled in blood before answering him. "We don't cry for the dead."
"That's right." Anthony sneered. "So tell me, why do you feel for him?"
His voice took on a more biting and dangerous tone, one you were all too familiar with that sent a shiver down your spine. His spider-like digits slipped under your chin and lifted it up to face him, his pearly white teeth flashing a dangerous grin.
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What Lies Beyond || AOT Boys x Reader
Fanfiction×Slow updates× When two, nearly dead teens, are found trying to scale Wall Rose, they are captured and taken into questioning. What nobody expected was that, (F/n) and Thomas, lived beyond Wall Maria in conditions that could be compared to a living...
