Chapter 15: I'll Carry You

                                    

                                          
cw: s/a, suicide, gore, necrophilia?? this chapter may be disturbing to some people.
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You laid motionless—eyes dropped shut and your head against the pillow. Eren was out in the kitchen fighting Samuel, leaving your body alone in the bedroom. You looked at peace. That final conversation with Levi gave you the chance to say everything that you'd wanted. You felt yourself slowly lose consciousness shortly after. 
And now, there was nothing you could say or do. 
A crash ripped through your bedroom window. Glass scattered across the floor as a large rock flew into the room and slammed onto the hardwood. A light haired soldier climbed through the opening.
"There she is." He muttered and stomped over the broken glass until he made it to your bedside. The boy plucked your body from the bed and tossed you over his shoulder, heading back outside through the window where your lifeless body would symbolize victory.
He emerged from the side of the house and brought you with him.
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Levi looked back at the cottage.
Eren... handle things in there for me, damnit. He thought to himself. Levi didn't know how many were getting inside, but he hoped to god they wouldn't lay a hand on you.
Levi snapped out of his daze and attempted to focus on the fight, but he was a few seconds too late.
Floch finally got his hands on his gun even though he was bleeding out. His eyes were dead set on Levi. 
As Levi turned around, Floch fired a bullet into the man's leg. 
"Shit." Levi spat, clutching his thigh. He looked around to see where the shot had come from when he noticed Floch laying on the ground with a gun in his hand. Levi gritted his teeth and pointed his pistol at the boy—but he was out of bullets.
Floch shot him again, this time the bullet landed a little higher up his thigh. Floch was aiming for his heart but he'd lost too much blood to be able to focus on a clear shot. 
Levi gasped in pain, his breaths took on an erratic pace. He didn't like feeling weak. He hated when his body wouldn't do what he wanted. He hated losing that control. 
A soldier emerged from the side of the cottage. It looked like he had exited through a window. At first Levi thought it was Eren but as he peered closer, he realized just how wrong he was. 
The soldier wasn't alone either...
He carried your limp body over his shoulder. Your arms dangled down like loose lines of rope.
"I found the dead whore!" He exclaimed, a sick grin on his face. A few of the other scouts let out a laugh and started hollering at him to do awful things.
A surge of bile was caught in Levi's throat. His mind started jumping to conclusions, nasty conclusion. 
What are they gonna do with her..?
No, he couldn't go down that road, he had to do something. Anything. But the pain was too intense and he could barely move his right leg. The soldier stood way across the field just outside the cottage. Would he have enough time to limp over to you?
There were too many soldiers to deal with all at once. Levi's squad was out in the field fighting tooth and nail. Hanji was shot, along with Jean and Connie. The bullets were slowing them down. Levi could only rely on himself to save you right now.