Sorry for the belated update. When I started this, we were on spring break so that made it easier for me to be able to write. Hope you like it!
*Month Seven*
It had now been four weeks since their incarceration had occurred. Eren sat motionless in a torture chair, his wrists were tied down, legs were chained. These four weeks the man encountered tortures and beatings for failing to contribute with their demands, and yet he was so tired. They hardly fed him making his body weak, they only gave him water. Upon this they threatened pain upon his partner if he didn't cooperate. On occasion he had become too weak to move which ordered Levi a harsh beating. When he would sit in his cell with Levi, the two would no longer talk about how they would free themselves, for they had lost hope. He was so sure that Levi now hated him for being too weak to save his pregnant partner.
It was sad how easily he had broken. Eren was long past being able to speak as he was so afraid that saying the wrong thing may just kill Levi. So instead of speaking, he stared blankly at whatever might be in front of him. Most of the soldiers made jokes about this, saying he broke way too easily, and sometimes he would hear Hanji in the background standing up for him, but the soldiers whom claimed that Eren was weak at heart were right. He was so selfish to not let Levi go ahead and die, but he did not want to hurt his child even if he would never see it.
At the moment he was staring into the cold brick wall in front of him as he waited for a scientist or torturer to enter. The door creaked open without any light coming in as Hanji and another man walked in. "Time for our scheduled experiment, bastard," said the man. Eren could see that Hanji did not approve of this title, but decided to aid him in releasing Eren's chains. Being almost too weak to stand, he stood slightly and tumbled over into a mass of arms flailing to catch him. The man who stood next to Hanji refused to touch the titan, but Hanji eagerly helped him to walk outside. Chains were not used as Eren knew the military police would not be worried of him running away.
He found the man's name was Pescis Renold, no name that Eren was familiar with. Pescis stood at around the same height as Erwin, in fact he looked a little like him, except for the military police badges that were sewn across his jacket. To top it, Pescis was much more unwelcoming than the commander, as his serious face contained a cold shield of ice around it. The man neared Eren, circling around him a few times as if to memorize his features. Eren stood still and stared straight ahead. "Change bastard," Pescis ordered. With a nod, Eren lifted his thumb to his mouth, biting down through skin, muscle, and bone to release the titan's body. Nothing happened.
His current state was too beaten for him to change, nonetheless maintain the change for more than five minutes. "I said change, bastard!" Eren tried again, this time making the form of his titan appear. The soldiers gazed at him in awe, struck by how he could manage such an odd task. Eren saw out of the corner of his eye, Hanji, taking notes eagerly and seemingly without a care that he was suffering inside. While no one was paying attention, Eren fell to the ground. The weight of his titan body made the earth shake as if he were an epicenter for an earthquake. His normal human body popped out of the nape, lolling back onto the titan skin. Scientists rushed to his side, only coming to take notes on the texture of his skin or the thickness of his blood, the only one that helped him was Hanji. "Bring the titan back to his cell," order Pescis, and she did so in the most caring way.
Eren, curled in the corner of the cell which he shared with Levi, avoided the only other life form within the dungeon. Levi stared at him, appalled by his new behavior. He knew Eren was dying inside by the fact that he lost everything he loved, but was it enough to ignore your own mate? "Eren," he started. "This is beyond annoying." The other continued to ignore his lover, but Levi saw small movement crawling over him. He was crying again. Great, he told himself. "Be a man, Eren." Now, Eren seemed to cry daily, as if to wash away what had happened in his tortures. The truth was that Eren forced himself to cry. Not that he was trying to let his emotions flow, but only so he would blur the vision of Levi if he were to ever look in his direction. It was a means of becoming unattached to something he cared deeply about.
They had both gone silent in the cell as they came. Two military police entered the room without warning. Eren stood, awaiting punishment from the two as they neared them, shocked when they stopped at Levi. "The experiment went horribly," stated one of the soldiers. "Pescis has instructed punishment towards the other male in return for the poor behavior of Eren Jaeger." Their eyes both became incredibly wide as the men hauled Levi up from his sitting position. "You can't do this," said Levi. "I'm seven months pregnant, you can't do this. You'll surely kill the child-" he was interrupted. "Titans can withstand anything, as long as we do not hit the nape," started the soldier. "Our tests showed that your child can reform if we hurt it." Without warning, he started to shake. Years of torture in seeing his comrades die could not hide how afraid he was at physical torture. He was never afraid of anything, except for his child's health. He glared at Eren, who had curled into his corner again, trying to avoid the disappointment from his lover.
The room he sat in was dark; he could only make out the curve on his white shirt. The seat they sat him in was cold and lifeless as though no one sat there before him, and that the chair was made only for him. The man he assumed to be Pescis stood, examining the instruments thoughtfully. "You will regret this," threatened Levi as Pescis picked a knife from the table. Examining it thoughtfully, he fingered the tip of it, sending a small drop of blood down his hand and staining the cuff of his jacket.
Pescis neared Levi, pressing down on his stomach as if he were testing it for no apparent reason. Unbuttoning is shirt he brought a wet cloth to the swollen abdomen, washing it off carefully. "What are you-" his own gasping cut him off as he stared at the knife inside of him. He could no longer see the blade as it was too far in, scaring him even more. Pain started to kick in as blood filled his throat. He coughed out the substance, his eyes unmoving from the knife. Pescis removed it from his insides and watched as small circles of steam left him. The baby might have been okay, but the slight scare of carrying a dead child weighed over Levi as he stood shakily.
The men helped Levi to his cell where Eren looked up, tears in his eyes. Coward, he told himself. Carefully setting himself down, Levi looked at his bloodstained abdomen; Eren too looked and became worried. "The baby is fine," Levi told him, his voice sounding much like it had when he felt no emotion, though he did feel emotion and did not want to show it. The baby is fine, he said in his head, but I am not.
Again, sorry for the late update. I will try to update during the week, but will most likely end up having it only on weekends. When this story is over, I will be making a fanfic based on mainly Erwin and someone whom apparently he fell in love with a long time ago named Mary. So, that's all I have to say. Thank you for reading and please review!
