Bitter Blood

A swarm crept in me like a thousand buzzing bees—like a thousand needles prickling my skin. My eyes nearly popped out of my throbbing head, and the room began to spin out of control. Dizzy, nauseous—I held my breath, yet struggled for air. In, out, I told myself. Breathe in that musty air of red. I felt so sick that I hunched over and clenched my stomach tight, a gargling noise reflexively escaping my sealed lips. I chucked a nice puddle of stomach acid on the floor, its contents mixed in with the spilt blood of my dearest Elga.

"I never dimed you as a lightweight, the way you slice those titans down to size."

The image of her seated on the vanity split into three dancing violently before my eyes. My vision was disoriented, but I could still recognize that bitch swinging a bloody meat tenderizer tepidly in her hand.

"Mikasa… " The bitter taste of bile filled my mouth, a hunger for revenge rumbling in my stomach. She had caved the back of Elga's head open without remorse, without reason. Now I shall pay her in kind.

I closed the door behind me, wiped my arm over my lips and glared down the demon before me. To hell with the consequences, to hell with morals. If she wanted to go around slaying innocent lives selfishly like a titan, then I shall treat her as one!

"You're not leaving here alive tonight… " I grunted.

"Are you sure?"

"I will wash this room with your guts, drag your lifeless corpse into the river, and no one will ever hear your name again!" With haste, I charged at her, hurling over the single bed, and right into her reaching arms. She had dropped her weapon before effortlessly throwing me onto the floor, her hold already around my neck.

"You're weak. Unfortunate." She grinned, her thighs around my waist tightening along with her grip.

"Fucking bitch!" I tried to pry her off my neck as my focus faded in and out. I was stripped down to exhaustion from chasing her earlier, another score on my strength when I discovered Elga's death. My body wasn't fit for battle, but I needed it badly.

I needed to kill her, a desire that became somewhat of an addiction. I had fantasized about it, under different circumstances, but dreamt of ending her nonetheless. A bludgeoning, decapitation, a bilateral slice right down the middle—the possibilities were endless. Yet, here I was now, the opportunity as vivid as my vendetta, and I've succumbed to this. I didn't care why she did it. Why she framed Armin, why she had beaten Elga, why she murdered Eren. She was on a streak and I needed to end it.

"She didn't seem so happy with you earlier. Didn't want you anywhere near her. Almost like, she was afraid of you."

"So you're stalking me now? Am I next?"

"She knows, doesn't she? Well, I want to keep it a secret. It's a game, you see?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"A game… " Demented. She must have been. Her fingers ran over the buttons of her blouse, slowly revealing her lace ivory bra underneath. I looked up to her marveled blood-splattered face, and she'd flash me sultry bedroom eyes. She gazed at me as if she were in a trance, craning her head back with a sharp jerk of her riding hips.

Mikasa. She was taunting me, grinding the heat between her legs against my girth.

"You had Eren; maybe I can have him too through you… "

"You're sick!"

"You won't remember any of it."

"What?" Her grip on me loosened, and I immediately seized the opportunity to retaliate. But as soon as my hands throttled her throat, she looked me deeply and whispered something under her breath. Those words, chant-like, almost… familiar…

Unwillingly, I surrendered to it.

My body fell into a daze, succumbed by a smothering force that buried me into the weightless floor. It was as if she had drugged me, rendering me immobile on the tip of consciousness. My vision finally faded, my last sight of her fanning the back of her skirt up, pulling down her panties over my face.

"Don't…"