Light in the Night Sky [Levi/Rivaille x OC] (Heavy Editing)

Chapter 19: An Old Friend

The murky silhouette accompanied alongside my kneeling figure. My tired orbs met his equally dark ones that peered through his slanted eyes; humour clearly glinting in those tiny pupils of his. They were so unnaturally shiny and pitch black, I felt like staring at glossy lifeless buttons sewn on a rag doll’s face. It was polished enough for me to observe my reflection in, and perhaps fix a few strands of hair here and there, if it wasn’t for the stupid gun pointed at my face that is.

Although the corners of his mouth was lifted into a somewhat gentle smile as he beamed at me like an old comrade, sinister lurked beneath the surface with pure mockery of final success.

It wasn’t like I had no idea who he was or when he was coming. In other words, he wasn’t a complete stranger to me. While people dreaded and feared his existence, praying horrendously that he would never pay them their destined visit too soon, I merely saw him as another acquaintance of mine.

Another bloody, unwelcomed acquaintance of mine.

Grief and despair would scatter and disperse out in all different directions after each demonic step he took. Sad thing was… there was not one place on earth he couldn't reach. Where life existed, he was more than capable of striding in and crashing the party.

What a fucking party pooper.

And no one other than me could see him at this very moment.

A clear indicator that my timeline was reaching an end.

As much as I wanted to keep the calm and I-leave-with-no-regrets look on while I knelt upon the dirt courtyard with 30 loaded firearms facing my direction, I just couldn’t. Fear was something that still existed within me, circulating my veins as well as all the other crappy emotions that made brittle up my durable shell.

This time, dear old Death appeared in a dark oversized winter coat, kneeling by my side as he scanned the courtyard like another meticulous painting. He had a nice poet hat that complimented the colour of his coat, which also covered his pale forehead as his dark sinister eyes peered at me in a humorous manner.

“Fine day, isn’t it?” I greeted the atrocious being chummily. My lilt rang smoothly, masking the anguish beneath. Yet, he immediately picked up my dark tone and chuckled sidesplittingly. There was no grief he couldn’t sniff out with that sharp nose of his. He practically fed on all our darkest emotions.

His amused eyes followed mine as we both examined the horrifying nozzle of the firearm planted against my bruised forehead.

The man holding the weapon, his stable finger curled on the trigger which threatened to take away my life with a simple pull, was no one other than another one of those Military police I heavily detested. The dark haired police was entirely clueless of the invisible presence beside me.

Death, as teasingly as ever, purred in my ear, taking advantage of his unseen form. My nerves twitched to his low, disturbing voice that no one on scene could detect.

“Yes, fine day it is, my dear Hazel. Your suffering shall end very soon…”

“That’s nice.” I smiled bitterly to my invisible stalker before receiving an excruciating blow in the stomach the Military Police had donated; signifying in a rough manner that I should probably shut my pie-hole.

New pain rippled through my chest as I coughed up more blood, but the edges of my mouth forcefully pulled into a painful grin, undefeated as I challenged the undetected Death. The police glowered like I had gone completely retarded; unsure of whom I was speaking to.

Death chuckled beside me as I wobbled weakly on my knees, the hurting smile still plastered on my face dumbly like a marionette’s. He was such a bringer of despair, oh how I hated it.