A/N: A late birthday present written for a good friend of mine. This is only one half of the whole (so expect a second chapter). Hopefully it's as good as I envisioned it to be.
There is light, it's dim and flickers pathetically as the cool, evening summer breeze passes through it. The tiny flame clings desperately to it's perch on the candle as it is assaulted by more wind. A soft 'tch' can be heard and suddenly…it's eliminated.
The hallway is engulfed immediately by greedy shadows as they swallow the walls and the man confined within them. His eyes adjusts quickly and he proceeds on the path he's been carving himself for almost three hours now. He is stealthy and precarious in his movements, almost as if he were on the hunt for someone or something — and that's exactly what he's doing.
His prey is dancing just outside the borders of these energetic shadows, he can hear footsteps thudding, echoing heavily down the carpeted halls as the young boy retreats further and further away from his stalker. But this man is far more intelligent, far more skilled than that of the retreating teenager, and he's purposely allowing him to reach a suitable distance so he will let his guard down.
Then, and only then, will the candle bearer strike.
Eventually those footsteps become so faint he can barely decipher them from the typical sounds of a summer's evening. This causes the candle bearer — Levi — to draw forward, almost with gusto. He can still hear them, but they are slower and more drawn out, no doubt Eren believes he's broken free of Levi's radar, yet he couldn't be any more mistaken. Assumptions were the mother of all fuck ups and this was the point in time Levi had been counting on.
Total silence became complete; Levi sprung forward. His feet are as light and soundless upon the carpet as that of a common house cat's. A closer look at his them would reveal a total lack of shoes and again, this was done purposely to dissuade Eren. Without the ability to hear Levi's advance, Eren would undoubtedly assume he'd abandoned their chase in the catacombs of the large mansion which he'd snuck into. His goal was to steal one of the most precious items housed within it's walls, but Levi was there to stop him once and for all.
Eren is infamous for his thievery of the well-to-do, but Levi was even more famous for a flawless record of cleared missions. He's never failed a single job, so in his mind he's convinced that tonight will be no different.
But when he rounds the corner…forthcoming events vomit a different tale.
Surprise took root and blossomed in his eyes as he found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun and quickly realised his mistake. And behind that gun was Eren himself, a wicked, sneering ghost illuminated by soft pillars of moonlight pooling through the window at the end of the hall.
Hah! And all this time he thought he had Eren wrapped around his finger, full of immaculate self-confidence and practically bursting at the seams with it, but it turned out he was really the fool. It was the exact irony of the words he always told himself; assumptions were the mother of all fuck ups.
No speech passed between them, words were articulated through other forms. The shimmer of life in their eyes, violent green to murky black, and an understanding was reached. Eren didn't need to stay it for Levi to know exactly what would transpire next, all it took was a flick of a trigger and the scream of the gun.