Attack On Titan Oneshots [mostly au] {requests closed!}

Lets Play a Game.. - Serial Killer!Teen!Reader x Bullied!Teen!Levi AU

You and Levi are the same age in this, 19. This one is different from the Eren one, so you aren't the same age as in that one.

WARNING! KINDA GORY DONT LIKE DONT READ

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THIRD PERSON

'When will this ever stop? What have I ever done to deserve this.'

Levi's thoughts raced as he was running home, away from all the people that felt the need to try and hurt him. This was new to him; he'd never been bullied before, or at least, he would fight back and win. But this time around, he was completely and utterly helpless compared to them.

He transferred schools and wanted to make a good impression, that being not talking to anyone what so ever. This earned him nothing but attention. Pick on the "weak" boy who sits in a corner on his phone. He was anything but weak. He was rich, strong, intelligent. The exact opposite. Yet, he continued to play nice.

He could have them arrested, after all, his father is chief of police. It would be harassment or assault of some sort, but that would be cheating. Using the power that isn't even yours at your advantage was a sin in his holy book he didn't believe in.

He ran and ran, not knowing where he was going. He no longer heard the footsteps behind him, so he slowed down. Looking around, Levi realized he was close to a park. It was almost sundown, why not watch the sunset? He sat on the pavement and looked over the horizon that was ever expanding. Silence was all that could be heard, until the wind started blowing, bringing something deadly with it.

YOUR POV

There is no reason as to why I like what I do. I guess you could say I like to see how far the eye cords can stretch, and how long it takes to slowly break a back just by pulling them, limb from limb, like breaking a wishbone as a child.

I've been doing this for a while. A few months and I have never been traced. There aren't any patterns for the police to trace me on, for I choose at random who will be tortured next. That's the thing about being young, you're creative.

People are so naive these days, going after anything with hips and a pretty face, or a soft and caring face with an aura that spelled 'I love everything'. Parents, children, teens, adults. I lure them to me, like a siren with a pirate. I do nothing but sit and talk or move in a certain way, and they throw themselves at my feet, begging me to babysit one day or have some 'fun'. It never goes far enough though, you can't be fucked by a deadman or babysit a puddle of chopped up body parts and limbs. Of course, I have to kill the parents. They know what I look like.

People know what I sound like. I scared most of the country and its government by leaving a message with no voice decoder. The message said, paraphrasing, 'hiding will just attract me.' That might've been a bad idea to record that without a voice decoder, but I can't take it back.

I was walking down the street just as the wind started blowing. Following its path, I soon arrived at a park where a lone boy sat on the rim of the sidewalk.

'As usual, served on a silver plate.'

I walked up to him, now seeing the bruises and cuts lining his arms, legs and neck.

"Hi," I said sweetly standing next to the boy.

"You're not one of those people from the school are you?" His voice was trembling, he must be bullied, judging by he asked if I was from his school.

"No. I just moved here from (town). I'm (y/n) by the way. " I held my hand out to him, which he shook.

"Levi. I just moved here too. "

"Why are you out here alone? There are dangerous perverts and drug dealers that come out at night around here. Let me take you to my place. " I smiled at him softly. He thought about it for a second, then stood up, dusting himself off and readjusting his bag.

"Sure."

'Idiot. Haven't your parents told you not to go home with strangers?'

"Are you okay? You have bruises and cuts all over you." I scanned his body, he seemed to have them everywhere.

"I just uh fell." Lies.

"Oh, well, I'll clean them when we get to my home. " I said, another smile on my face.

The rest of the walk was silent. It wasn't awkward, it was like when you've had to much of the sun and you finally get rain and clouds, it's refreshing.

We arrived at my house and walked inside. It was the same as any other house, except the feeling of pending death, which he didn't seem to notice. At least, not on the surface of his porcelain-like face.

'Why am I thinking like this? He'll be dead in less than an hour.'

LEVI'S POV

'She seems nice. One thing I'm not used to seeing around here so far. '

She instructed me to sit on the couch while she went to get the first-aid kit. I sat, playing with the hem of my collar. She walked back with the little white box with a red cross in hand. Sitting down next to me, she opened it and grabbed a small thing of achohol and a few cotton swabs.

"These cuts are big. You must've had a nasty fall. Bite on this while I clean them." she handed me a cloth and I put it in my mouth. She stared at me for a few seconds, and then little black dots clouded my vision of her. Before I fell unconscious, I heard her say something.

"Now, Levi Ackerman. I can have the fun I've so long and patiently waited for. " She smiled down at me in what I thought was madness as saying 'I'm not sorry for what happens next'. I fell forward, the cloth dropping out of my mouth, going limp. I was hoping my dad would notice I was gone and search, but that might've been a mistake.

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There shall be a part two, just so you know.