He wakes up and stretches, the light coming in through the bedroom window piercing his eyes.
Squeezing them shut against the glare, he rolls over with a sigh.
And stares right into the face of the woman lying next to him. His arm is draped casually over her, and her head is nestled against his chest.
She looks up at him with a sleepy smile and snuggles in closer.
"Good morning."
"Morning."
He glances appreciatively at the portrait hanging over the bed (their bed!), before slipping out and heading to the kitchen.
"I'll make breakfast", he calls as he disappears around the corner.
She watches him leave with a smile.
A menacing smile.
She slithers out of bed.
Cold, clammy fingers skitter down Levi's neck.
He turns but finds no one there.
"Trinity?" He pokes his head out of the kitchen but sees no one.
Must be his imagination.
The tv flicks on.
Loud static fills the room.
"Levi!"
"Levi!"
He can hear her; her voice is faint but clear.
"Trinity?"
A cry, a gurgling watery chuckle, and then silence.
The tv starts flipping channels. This makes him jump, and he tuns to it in shock. A screaming girl is running from an axe wielding maniac, a fiery car crash, some random newscaster, and the channels continue to change at a blurred speed.
'The remote. Where the fuck is-
Ah! There it is.'
He reaches for it and blood seeps out from the buttons, making a sticky pool on the table. He snatches his hand back as if burned and looks about in panic.
There! He grabs the long cord extending from tv to wall and gives it a yank.
Silence. He gives a sigh of relief and heads for the bedroom. A scream, the sound of large, booming footsteps.
Trinity's scream.
Someone is chasing her.
He dashes for the bedroom as the tv turns back on and resumes its maniacal channel-surfing.
She's not in here, but the heavy chill in the room bespeaks of something other. What, he has no idea, his practical mind is unable to fathom, but with chattering teeth he makes his way to the bed.
The painting is on the floor, and he picks it up, giving it a long hard look. She's gone from it but something else has taken her place. Something so utterly foreign to his experience, he drops the painting with a pained moan.
"Ah fuck Trinity, what did you paint this time?"
He's back in his quarters.
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The Loop II
FanfictionLevi is returned to Trinity but something else has come along for the ride. Trinity's painting skills have brought forth something other than love this time. Fear. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Attack on Titan, or its characters. Credit for...
