It's quite short, but its a prologue. It's an introduction to a new series I am working on, and I hope you'll enjoy! A lot of things inspired this, so I hope I can keep you on the edge of your seat! Happy reading!
Blinding white hallways seemed to be routine each day, and lately they've seemed to dull over time. The young agent was praying, hoping for something to happen that wouldn't put him in the morgue. Seeing his previous partner die before his very own eyes was…anticlimactic. There was no grief in his heart and he was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him…
"Agent Jaeger, pleasure to see you're alive and well." The voice of his superior office brought him out of his thoughts, stopping to realize the white hallways had disappeared and replaced with glass walls and oak wood panels. "I'm sorry for the loss of your partner, but I do hope you wont mourn too long." The young man blinked. "I have another assignment for you. And your….new partner." Eren hadn't even noticed the man standing next to him.
The first thing he noticed about him was…his height. The man was…very short…probably half a foot shorter than himself. But his facial expressions was…well there was no expression at all. Stone cold, uncaring, almost like a robot. Eren mentally laughed at himself for the thought.
"This is Agent Rivaille. He will serve as your new partner in this next assignment." The superior handed the young agent the file which contained details on their first task as a team. He glanced at the shorter male again, sizing him up. Hopefully he wouldn't end up dead like the last one.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Rivaille. I hope we get along for this next task." The man simply nodded, saluting to Pixis before exiting the room with out a word more. Eren blinked, turning to his superior with a blank expression. Pixis only waved him off, leaving a dumbfounded young agent to read the file on his own.
When he was alone in his room, he laid down on the bottom bunk, setting the file on the floor. He was exhausted; he was recently released from the hospital from the incident with his previous partner. The agent only suffered a few bruises and a minor concussion. But sleeping in a hospital was almost near impossible without heavy medication.
Finally he was able to sleep in his own bed, even thought it wasn't much comfortable than hospital beds. But it still had the feeling of "home," despite the fact that he didn't have one. Orphaned with no siblings, tossed around by foster families, "home" didn't quite exist in his dictionary. But his bunker would suffice.
"It's not a good idea to place top secret files on the floor."
The borderline metallic voice made the messy mop of brunette hair shoot up, hitting the top bunk, creating another bruise to his current collection, along with a surprised squeak. His new partner stood there, still wearing the suit he had on earlier. "Shit! I didn't even hear you come on!" Eren cursed, rubbing his forehead.
"This place is a mess. Do you not clean?" Rivaille asked, looking appalled at the array of dirty clothes and various items along with his registered gun. "Get up. We need to clean." The man ordered, already beginning to organize his personal belongings. Eren was too tired at care at that point.
It looked like it was going to be a long day.