**SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT…THIS CHAPTERS A TAD LONG BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS**
My lungs felt like they were being smeared with acid by the way that they're burning. The muscles in my left thigh had been strained so badly that I could barely even limp. I could hardly see anything in front of me as my vision had started becoming blurry from the light headed sensation that was worsening by the second. I could hear their footsteps approaching. These alleys can only keep me hidden for so long.
I don't have any time to rest. At this rate they'll catch me easily, I need to get out of here now!
I mustered up the strength I had left and started limping down the dimly lit alley keeping my right hand against a wall to support my failing body. My clothes stuck to my body from the immense amount of sweat I had produced running for my life for the past four hours. If I only had my three dimensional maneuver gear I would have a chance to get out of this easily, but since they've been taken away from me I have no choice but to use my legs. I could hear their footsteps getting louder, they must be a few blocks away from me. I knew if I exerted myself I'd just end up falling over something and my attempt to escape would have been wasted. The alley smelled of dead fish and street dog. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning and right now that rotting fish seemed like my best bet at any source of food. My stomach ached at the thought of consuming anything. I saw the trash can a few metres ahead of me and welcomed the rotting stench of the fly infested zone as a miracle to solve my hunger.
I reached the cylinder container and rummaged through the garbage for the half eaten raw piece of rotting fish meat. Luckily most of the fish meat that was left was the head and there was still an eye I could enjoy as well. My brain didn't register the footsteps until I heard them clearly coming around the corner. I managed to duck behind the trash can just in time.
"He's here. Look. The trail of blood leads right down this alley."
Shit! I forgot the bullet stuck in my left leg…that's why the pain in my thigh was worsening so rapidly.
I could hear the taller male approaching the trash can slowly, cocking his gun as he made his way toward me. My pulse raced dramatically and I felt like I was about to faint. I closed my eyes hoping it would make the shot less painful and heard a loud crashing sound and I knew the trash can had been kicked over. A shot was fired, but yet I felt no pain, apart from the pain coming from my wounds and bodily harm I already had. Suddenly the footsteps were running in the opposite direction and I breathed easy.
"It was just a stray dog Commander Kitz." A young man said from around the corner, his voice echoing through the night air.
"He is close, I just know he is." I heard the commander spitting out those words sounding very pissed as he said that, and he should be, he had been chasing me for almost forty-eight hours now. I let out a huge sigh thinking they were leaving but accidently knock over the trash can I was hiding behind and cause a very loud crashing sound to echo through the quiet midnight air.
Shit! Shit! Shit! This is bad!
I tried getting up but it was too late as Commander Kitz Weilman and three of his goons cornered me aiming assault rifles ready to kill me.
This is it. Either they kill me now or they beat me up to be killed at a later stage.
Commander Kitz walks up to me, leans forward and lifts up my chin to look into his terrifying eyes.
"You are a traitor and a disgrace to the human race. You will be dealt with like the monster you are. But first…" He backs away and stands up. He nods to the young man standing on his left and causing him to hit me hard in my face with the rifle. The other two join in and they beat me for a good five minutes before they stop at the command of Kitz. He looked at me with a disgusting smirk on his face. I could see my reflection in his dead eyes. My face was covered in blue marks and I'm sure my mouth was bleeding as I could taste the familiar metallic of blood. Commander Kitz bent down toward me and told the others to hold me down. I struggled but to no avail. He reached for my belt buckle and loosened it greedily.
What the fuck?! No. Shit I need to get free. This is not going to happen!
I was squirming and trying to throw punches and kicks but the goons held me down so tightly it felt like my muscles were having the life strangled right out of them.
"Get off me you fucking pig! Get the fuck off!" I spat in his face and he hit me hard across my face. He managed to get the belt off my pants and started grinning greedily at me with his mouth salivating. He groped me wildly and tried pulling off my pants but before that I managed to get my right leg free and kicked him in his face.
"You're going to pay for that vermin!" He grabbed my necked and forced a kiss upon my dry bloody cracked lips. He tasted of alcohol and sweat. He pulled my pants off roughly and I tried to scream but eventually realised that I couldn't win and just let my will die right there as I am about to be abused…
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
I felt a quick wind pass me and hear a rifle hit the ground and smell metal in the air. I opened my eyes and saw a dark figure with an aura of steam surrounding the silhouette of his body and blood dripping from his left hand. My heart was racing as I saw one of Kitz' goons lying lifeless on the floor, his blood forming a pool around him. The steaming figure turned around slowly and looked directly at me with blood red glowing eyes.
"Go. Now." He said it in a cold expressionless voice that sent chills up and down my spine. I couldn't move, neither could the other three people who were assaulting me a few seconds ago.
"What the fuck are you waiting for you brat? Run. Now!" His voice was serious and scared the shit out of me. I tried to get up and hissed as soon as my body reminded me of the hell I put it through in the past forty-eight hours.
"What are you waiting for? SHOOT HIM!" Commander Kitz' voice echoed off the walls as he shouted at his goons to shoot at the dark figure. Before the guns could even go off the dark figure had managed to knock them all out with the rifle of the dead man lying on the floor in seven seconds. It could have been less as he moved so fast I barely even saw anything. He stalked up to me slowly, the steam and red eyes fading away from his body. He knelt down and lifted me up swiftly and as gentle as he could. He was strong as I felt weightless in his arms. Suddenly we were up on a rooftop and moving at a very fast pace as the air around me got quite thick and my hair was flying all over my face. He was very fast as we reached our destination rather quickly. I recognised some of my surroundings. It was the dangerous side of town. He jumped easily against buildings six stories into the air and jumped through an open window. He put me down on an old mattress and disappeared. He came back five seconds later with a tiny brown case. My eyes opened wide in fear as I recognised the type of case it was. It held medical instruments that morticians used. I scrambled away from him as he tried to reach for me. My heart was racing at an alarming rate. My sweat was sticky and I was pretty sure that I couldn't stay awake any longer as exhaustion was winning due to the old mattress that provided some very pleasant comfort. I just stared at the figure in the dark. We sat at a distance in the dark room filled with complete silence for ten minutes.
"Where are you hurt?" his voice sounded hoarse and annoyed.
I just stared at him. I couldn't say anything.
"You don't want tell me? Fine. Suit yourself." He got up and walked over toward the window.
"Stay here. Don't move."
I was petrified, grateful and in pain. My mind was racing with so many questions and scenarios that it made my head hurt. I couldn't take it I had to know. He was close to the window.
"Wait! Why did you save me?" I rushed the question out my mouth and ran it over in my head to make sure I said the right thing.
"Get some rest…" He walked up to me and turned on the lamp next to the bed. He leaned his face close to mine and stared directly into my eyes. "You're safe. Nobody will look for you here. Rest."
He walked back toward the window and stood in the window sill and stared back at me one last time, giving me what I assume was a smile as it was hard to tell with his cold dead eyes.
"My name is Levi." He jumped out of the window.
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"Eren…Eren…Eren!"
"Ow! What did you do that for?" Eren rubbed his cheek where Levi slapped him.
"You were having that nightmare again. Are you ok?" Levi looked at Eren with concern in his eyes. He knew the dreams were becoming more vivid each evening.
"Its ok. Im fine. As long as I'm here with you I should be fine" Eren smiled at Levi who pushed him aside as Eren was trying to snuggle up to him.
"Come on, we need to do your check up." He said coldly.
"Fine. As long as I get a kiss and some muffins afterwards." Eren giggled and salivated at the thought of muffins. Levi sighed and grabbed the thermometer. He held it for a few seconds before he let it drop to the floor, screaming in pain as he was having another episode.
"Get away from me now!" he yelled in agony.
"No! Not this time. Let me help you please." Eren pleaded feeling completely helpless.
"Get the fuck away from me right now you ignorant brat!" Levi pushed Eren straight into a chair causing it to break on impact. Eren looked at Levi seeing his eyes turning red. He ran toward him and tackled him down with all the strength he had.
"Like hell I will!" Eren stared into his eyes and planted his lips gently against the red eyed male squirming and protesting beneath him. Eren's lips were burning and felt like the skin was being torched off his mouth. Levi pushed Eren off of him and stood up, his episode subsiding.
"What the fuck? Didn't you hear what I said? I could have fucking killed you!"
"But you didn't and that's what matters! You need to tell me what's wrong with you so I can help you. Please, I can't watch you go on like this anymore."
"No. I'm not important. We have to get you checked properly now because the the thermometers broken. Get your jacket we're going to the library."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, just put your jacket on and let's go. Now."
"Fine. But once we get back I'm expecting you to tell me what's wrong with you."
"No." Eren walked over toward the tiny kitchen and took his jacket off the chair Levi would sit in when he looked out the window at night. He put it on slowly, meanwhile not feeling Levi glared at him for being such an annoyance for taking too long. Levi walked toward Eren and stared him down. He grabbed his arm and draped Eren over his back in one swift move. He ran toward the window and jumped right through, Eren gripping dearly for life.
"Can we please get muffins? I'm really starving!" Eren complained not even ten feet from the ground yet.
Levi landed hard on his feet causing a small cloud of dust to form where he shattered the ground.
"Tch, brat. You won't get anything if you don't shut up."
" Is that a threat or a promise?" Eren giggled.
Levi just grunted and started running.
*And that was chapter 2, hope you guys enjoyed it as much I liked writing it*