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

Chapter 23: A Dying Flame

“G-Gunther…” I finally managed to brace control of my quivering voice, the sound slowly finding its footholds at the sides of my croaky burning throat.

Gunther. The image of his hanging corpse projected at the back of my head, fresh and clear, swaying to and fro freely in the breeze back where we left him. Like dead bait dangling on the end of a string helplessly.

How many more lives were still left on the line?

Get a hold of yourself, Hazel.

That bitch was asking for it.

Right, emotions. That stupid little bag of moody explosives we all couldn’t seem to get rid of that could potentially get us all killed, as if we weren’t secured tightly enough on the titans’ five star menu. I was obviously selling my soul if I had even considered something so senseless on a battlefield. Don’t even TRY, Hazel, don’t even.

Do your thing, yeah? My thoughts was siren calls for the reviving strength circulating within my veins, drawing back the hate which lay dormant deep down at the bottom of my soul all this time, Shove your blade down her fucking throat. Watch her scream and gurgle on her own blood.

Fuck praying, fuck hoping, fuck emotions.

Fuck everything.

The wind did its usual thing, howling past our ears like mourning hungry souls. The pulsation of my heart was the only thing that wrestled against the silence clawing out from their earthy graves as the ounces of adrenaline dispersed within my blood.

Death lurked by in his typical dark cloak illustrated on the inside cover of Grimm Tales, caressing the atmosphere with his sickening unwelcomed aura. 

Then it all happened at once. Like a retarded delayed clash of thunder that had lost its leading lightning. In an instance, the colossal piece of shit we were dashing from not so long ago emerged from the darkness those neutral sheltering trees had so hospitably provided.

The Female Titan.

My blades lashed out, my eyes fuelled with hate. 

It was time to kill this power abusing bitch. 

Female Titan my ass. 

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Worthless blood emitted steam the moment it ruptured free from the skin bagging it in.

Slash after goddamn slash, pieces of muscles and tissues were sheared away. Every drop of bead-like sweat rolling down my forehead reflected on every coarse grain of revulsion, of determination, of everything that could possibly flood one’s mind after witnessing another intolerable soul snatched away.

I’m gonna have a good old talk with Death once I meet the douche.

Erd shot me a quick silent glance, and our wires pulled our little summersaulting frames back into the air, which if written in a ratio score would probably be about 1 : 100 compared to the Female Titan’s massive structure. The open air enveloped our bodies once more, our gear coils heaving with the sharp sound of contraction, sounding almost like the crackling and shrivelling of smouldering flames desiring for air.

My eyes latched onto the charging figures of Petra and Auruo’s below as they swirled forward with their loaded wave of assault. And we followed after.

Whoever the fuck was hiding behind all that shitty skin, they were really asking for it.

They were begging for it.

Popcorn in my arms as I’ll witness them burn in hell.

My steaming blades dug under more red muscles and excessively clingy flesh, and finally for Christ’s sake, the Female Titan’s arms flopped down, as dead as she will become once we get to her. Immediately, Erd glided forward, determination stained his angry eyes as he aimed his shrill edge at its exposed nape.