The cold wind thew itself across Wall Rose and into the village protected behind it. It was looking for the usual, the late night walkers, the naughty children, the people with thin jackets. It wanted to have fun, rip through clothes, scream in ears, steal important papers.

To bad the man in the dark coat was too well insulated for its games.

The man briskly walked down the street, looking both ways before ducking into a dark ally way next to the large, majestic Wall Rose Court House. Just as was promised, the back door the guards used was unlocked and oh so welcoming. It would be a shame to waste such wonderful hospitality.

The man slid through the doors as easily a snake would down a tree brach: with grace, silence, and purpose. The figure tiptoed down the stairs and it couldn't help but let a grin come up as the man's eyes landed on two sleep, sleepy guards who were unlucky enough to get the night shift.

It was just plain laughable!

this was the famous and powerful Military Police? HA! Now the man knew why their symbol was a pretty little unicorn. The imaginary creature was often found in the the dreamscape and it was only fitting for these frequent visitors. But the useless guards weren't what he came for, what the man truly prized was chained to a bed behind rusted iron bars.

Slithering their way over the twitching bodies resting against the stone pillars, the man can to a stop before his treasure, his hands curling around the cold bars that kept his pet inclosed.

The boy looked just the same as he did every night the man came to visit him: the messy brown hair tossed carelessly around the shabby pillow, bright, teal-green eyes were hidden but were somewhat visible under long fidgety eyelashes. Sweat coated the tan skin and the wonderful creature's mouth was pulled back in a grimace, dark brows furrowed together. Blood dripped down long arms from where the cuffs rubbed raw skin on the wrists. The blankets kicked and tossed aside in this child's uneasy sleep.

The man hissed it's anger. How dare they treat this masterpiece like it was nothing! This boy here was worth about all the lives of everyone in the walls but the kid just had to be a solider and I danger his life 24/7. Thank God for Mikasa and Armin for without them this man's little prize would've long been dead.

The child let out a small whine and tossed his head side to side, face scrunching up in obvious distress.

"Oooh." The man cooed through the bars. "Shhh, it's okay, shhhhhh, it's gonna be okay. Don't be scared. I'm here, I'm here to protect you."

The man picked up the keys from a limp guard and unlocked he cage door silently. He swiftly reached the side of the bed and gathered the moaning, crying kid in his arms. He rested his chin on the top of the boy's head and hugged him close and he whispered comforting nothing's in the child's ear, subconsciously stroking the boy's sweaty hair.

After the boy had considerably calmed down and was rested comfortably against the man's chest, the stranger had to resist the urge to run off with his treasure. But, against his better judgement, he gently placed the boy back down on his bed, whispering all the while to keep the nightmares a bay.

After he had pulled the covered back over the kid's body, the man leaned down a placed a kiss on the child's forehead.

"Not long now, my sweet." The man whispered. "Soon I can finish what I started and we won't have to deal with this anymore."

The boy solider just turned on his side, facing his intruder, a small smile on his lips, oblivious to the fact that the man ran a sharp finger name down his arm to release some blood. He licked the liquid and yellow eyes gleamed as the taste ran down his throat.

He had always thought Eren Jaeger looked better covered in blood.