END GAME

Chapter 25: Betrayed

NOTE: Some questions will be answered, but not all. Those will come VERY soon.

Armin opened the door to his apartment. "Annie," he called out into the dark, silent living space, "I'm home." He received no response. Hm… she's probably still asleep. She did look exhausted. They're working her hard. I wonder if I could convince her to take a few days off. We could go camping or something.

The blonde man smiled and shut the door behind him as he started to shed articles of clothing. God, I can't wait for spring. It's too freaking cold! He rubbed his numb fingers together as he wandered into the kitchen for a pot of coffee. It took more time than usual, as he tried to keep the noise he made to a minimum, but within a few minutes he had a cup of hot coffee in one hand and a book in the other.

Armin set both of them onto the coffee table quietly and made his way back to his – their – room. The blue-eyed man cracked the door open and peered inside. The room was dark, but light seeped in through the cracks in the blinds. The bed was crisply made. Annie wasn't in the room. Brow furrowed in confusion, Armin ducked his head into the other rooms. The blonde woman wasn't in any of them.

He poked his head into his workroom, where the 3D Maneuvering Gear was. The room was lit, unlike the others. It was all too easy to see the havoc wrecked on the room, on the equipment inside. Someone had taken the Gear and smashed it into little chunks of scrap metal. Strips of metal, nuts, bolts, and gears littered the floor. Wires were draped over almost every surface. His entire project had been gutted and destroyed. Armin sank to his knees, numb and horrified. He stared forward, blank.

It took a few minutes to realize that there was a scrap of yellow paper lying in the center of all of the destroyed metal. With trembling fingers, Armin picked it up and unfolded it. Elegant script in blank ink sat in the center of the paper. The handwriting was horridly familiar. 'Sorry.' That was all it said: in Annie's handwriting.

The stone was cold and hard beneath his knees. Some part of Eren's mind, the back of it, registered that, but barely. All of his focus was ahead of him. Eren stared at his father, unable to tear his gaze away, not even to look at his surroundings. His head ached and his stomach tightened uncomfortably. He felt like vomiting, like screaming, like giving up and almost numb all at the same time. The realization was sickening. Dad... Dad is part of this... Dad is G... Oh God...

From the corner of his eye, he saw Levi shift slightly, but the movement barely registered in Eren's mind. He could only focus on his father. Grisha looked like he had years ago, when he had died. When the house had burned down. When he had died. How? Eren wanted to say it out loud, but he didn't trust his voice.

His long, brown hair fell unbound around his shoulders. The glasses were gone, which left his deep, brown eyes to stare back at his son without distraction. Despite that, they seemed vacant, as if his father wasn't entirely with them mentally. His face was unreadable, like a block of marble that had yet to be carved by anyone.

The attire Eren remembered from when he was younger – doctors coats, scrubs, and light-colored shirts – were gone, replaced by a cream-colored robe. The robe was mostly shapeless on his father's frame. The sleeves nearly covered his hands, but they were pulled far enough back to reveal familiar tan hands, calloused and strong. The robe fell to his ankles, where sandaled feet poked out from beneath the folds of the cloth.

The distance between them wasn't much, perhaps thirty feet, but it felt like his father was both miles away and right next to him at the same time. Eren wanted to rub his eyes, to pull on his hair. There's no way... No way. It's not possible! They matched his dental records!

"Eren..." Levi's voice pierced the haze of panic and shock. "Breathe." It was only then that he realized he was close to hyperventilating. Eren sucked down a breath and tried to calm down, to slow his thrumming heart. The emerald eyes still couldn't part from this father.

"It's nice to see you, Eren," his father said. His lips barely moved, but his voice filled the space they were in. "It's been a long time. You've grown up quite a bit."

Eren only gaped at his father. How the hell can he act like he didn't just have his goons kidnap Levi and I and drag us to God knows where? He would have loved to ask that question, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth and tried again. "Why?" His voice cracked halfway through. His father's face remained smooth and impassive. Snickers from behind reached his ears.

"Eren..." The chestnut-haired man glanced over at Levi, who had finally straightened up. Gray caught green. Levi's face was grim and determined. A fiery glint lurked within those silvery depths, like a storm about to break. "Be strong." Eren nodded and his face smoothed out. Anger started to bubble in his stomach, overwhelming the shock and remnants of panic. He turned back to his father, jade eyes hard.

"Why did you take us?" he demanded. "What happened to those children? Why did you kill all those people?" Marco. Nanaba. Mike. Ilse. Oluo. Erd. Gunther. "What was the point of all of that? What are those experiments? Where were you? Why did you disappear? Is this just a fucking game to you?!" His voice started off as a slow snarl, had quickly escalated to a hysterical scream as the questions plaguing his mind for so long rushed from his lips as fast as they formed in his frenzied mind.

A footstep came from behind him and his father held up his hand. His blank facade finally broke and a small smirk appeared on his face. His father's shoulders started to shake slightly. As Eren watched, the shaking slowly intensified until his father s entire body shook. Confusion filled Eren. Is he having a fit? Laughter erupted from his father, high-pitched and hysterical in tone.

Eren glanced at Levi, who met Eren's dumbfounded look with one of his own. Levi shook his head slightly. His stormy eyes were an odd mix of confusion and fury. All the while, his father continued to laugh; that maniacal tinge infused in it. The sound boomed through the space, constantly bouncing off the walls. The people behind them shifted around, but didn't make a sound. Eren glanced around nervously, taking in details as his emerald eyes darted around.

They were crouched in a large place, with walls that stretched out about one hundred feet in the three directions he could glance in, and it was circular in shape. The ceiling was flat with support pillars made of stone, just like everything else, rose up to support the ceiling. Long strips that produced light were set into the floor.

People stood off to both their right and left. Altogether, there were about thirty. Most were adults. Some were too short, too soft in the face, to be adults. Those faces were ones he could recognize. The children stood there, some with blank faces while others sniffed quietly. Despite that, all of them looked healthy. All of them were dressed in simple attire: plain gray shirts and matching sweatpants, with bare feet that poked out from beneath the gray folds of cloth around their feet.

"So they are alive..." Levi murmured from next to him, his voice barely audible beneath his father's mad laughter. Eren nodded slightly in acknowledgement. That's good. It's good that they're alive… right?

The laughter fell away and green eyes shot back to his father and the raised platform he sat on. His father slouched in a throne made of stone, an extension of the floor. Behind him, shadows reigned in the distance. "Question this, question that. Answers you seek, answers you might receive. Do you wish to hear? You ask so many questions, my son. Do you really not know anything?"

His father shook his head, as if he was disappointed of all things. "There are so many reasons I could give, so many things I could tell you. How I picked those victims. How J and his little children took their liberties with them. How brilliant this entire project was!"

"Brilliant?" Levi snarled next to Eren.

Grisha appeared oblivious to it, as he continued on blithely. "This took months of planning, months of thought, before it was ready to begin. Not only that, but we had to wait for you to finish developing."

"… Developing? Developing what?" Grisha's eyes slowly slid over to Eren. "That is not for you to know. Not yet."

"Then how are you alive? How the hell did you fake your death? Where were you? And Mom. Was that actually an accident? What-"

Grisha held up his hand and a hand clamped over Eren's mouth to cut his tide of questions off. "So many questions…" Grisha murmured. "So little time… Perhaps things will work out if…" His voice trailed off into silence, although his lips continued to move. Grisha did that for a long time, simply mouthing things that they couldn't hear. From the distance, Eren could tell that his eyes were glazed slightly as they stared off into the distance. His focus was not on them. It was elsewhere, on a plane that Eren couldn't access. What is he doing?

After a while, his father's mouth stilled and his eyes refocused on his audience. "My death… that was easy to fake. All I had to do was pay off the autopsy technician and get a body near enough to my build. Dental records were stolen and a set of teeth made, just to be safe. The fire was easy. Easy and quick. Easier than blinking. See? Blink. A subconscious action of the human brain so that we can spread water across our eye and dislodge anything on it.

"All that was needed was some gasoline, a match, and the right situation. You were in the forest, full of the serum. That serum was my pride and joy. It was a brainchild of both Meridew's mind and my own genius intellect. A masterpiece. Worthy of recognition like Mozart and Beethoven. Or Shakespeare. But I surpassed them. I'm more of a… modern-day Da Vinci if you will."

His father trailed off for a few minutes; staring blankly beyond them once more. A shudder rippled through his body and he refocused on them. "Where was I? Right... faking my death. Well, it was good timing on my part, as you had stayed home while Mikasa went to camp. I had finished my serum only a few days before. M was also planning on taking our old subjects back in, the ones from 1989." Grisha trailed off again.

"The five new subjects were Clara Bell, Fares Ekman, Johann Bloch, Lin Yao, and Historia Reiss," J supplemented. "They now go by Annie Leonhart, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Ymir Anderberg, and Christa Lenz."

Eren couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. They're part of this? No. Not possible. It's not possible. I've known them for years! But even as he tried to deny it, the logical part of his brain somehow managed to function, to supply him with reasons why it was true. Reasons like why none of them had parents that anyone had seen. Why no one had ever seen their respective homes. Why all of them had been so mysterious. The revelation hurt more than it should have. I trusted them. We were friends.

"Ymir and Christa are currently not here, but they keep their ties. Christa didn't have what it took to be like dearest Annie and Reiner, but she found her place eventually." Eren ground his teeth together and glared at the stone steps in front of him. "They were brilliant subjects," J continued cheerfully. "Annie showed much promise from the beginning. Reiner… he developed a few psychological problems along the way, but nothing too horrific. Ymir was cold-blooded and apathetic, almost like Annie, but she was too attached to Christa."

"That's enough J." The Titan behind them lapsed back into silence at Grisha's words. "Everyone was needed, so ties had to be cut. Carla's death, while tragic, was necessary. Of course, I had to leave. Fake my death. Do you know how hard it is to disable car brakes and then fake your own death with very little planning? Very. Thankfully, your mother was oblivious to the whole situation."

'While tragic, was necessary.' 'Disable car brakes.' "You… you killed her?" Eren choked on the words.

Grisha grinned in response, a sadistic smile with no empathy. "As for where I was… My son, I was right beneath your feet the entire time. We dominate these hidden tunnels in the sewers. It's our network. It's how my children went around so quickly and took care of your… friends."

Grisha's fingers tapped away at the stone armrest of his throne-like chair. The beat was erratic and stuttered often, as if Grisha knew whatever he was attempting to tap out, but couldn't make it connect. His brown eyes flickered around and never settled in one place for an extended period of time. Twitches were evident in his face: around his eyes, lips, cheeks, in his neck. He's insane. Absolutely fucking insane.

Eren slumped back and sat on his heels. He had to fight to keep his shoulders straight and his head high. Tears over his mother stung at his eyes, but he couldn't cry, not yet. "Why didn't you just take him with you?" Levi called. Emerald eyes peered at the short detective. Levi clenched his hands behind his back as he glared up at Grisha.

Eren's father fluttered his hand. "That's very simple. Eren was my experiment, not M's. She didn't know that I was going to test my serum on him. Besides, I thought leaving him with the outside world would produce intriguing results. I was right." Eren wanted to put his hands to his head and bash his skull against the stone until it all just went away. He wanted a clear answer.

Beside him, Levi charged on with his questions, his stance somehow threatening even though he was on his knees and had his hands bound. "Then why kidnap those children? Why the fucking hell did you kill those people? They were innocents!"

Footsteps alerted them to someone's movement. A man came into view. He was short, around Levi's height, but he lacked most of the muscle that the raven-haired detective had. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and pulled into a loose ponytail. Green eyes glittered at them. He was dressed similarly to the other Titan members that stood around them except for the addition of sandals to his attire.

"Hello boys," the man crooned at them. J. The faint accent gave him away. "Why, why, why… why indeed? It's quite simple really. Master had developed a new strand of the virus to try, so we picked up some children to test it on. Out of twenty-one or so, we ended up with seven survivors. Much better success than last time. A bit more tweaking, and our Master will be able to create an army! As for the people… well, we had to get a message to you somehow! Master hoped that we could draw you and Eren here so that important things could be discussed."

"Then why change victims? Why go after the police? Why our station in particular?" Levi snarled. He sucked down a breath and shook a little. For once, Levi's emotions were open on his face: exhaustion, repulsion, spite, rage, devastation, helplessness. Eren inched a little closer and pressed the side of his foot against Levi's ankle. The silver-eyed man's fingers twitched in acknowledgement. Most of the emotions left his face and the blank mask returned, almost perfect.

J's face scrunched up in amusement. "Like a little dog," he murmured, "Soothed by his master. Well, the first victims were to catch your attention and start this whole she-bang off. We changed so that we could cut Eren's ties. Logical, no? With no more ties to the police force, what could he do? We left a few alive: the Ackerman girl. Arlert. Smith. They're good for keeping Eren in place. And then there's you, darling Red Man. So long as we have you, Eren won't do anything. So long as we have him, you won't do anything."

The worst part was that Eren knew he was right. So long as Levi's life was in danger because of the Titans, he wouldn't, couldn't, do anything. Eren took a slow, shuddering breath, and broke his silence. "But why? Couldn't you have just taken us from the beginning?"

"Master's orders." It was a new voice, rougher and deeper than J's. Eren glanced to his right. A man leaned against one of the pillars in the room. His head was smooth and glistened in the light. Tan skin was stretched tight over a tall, muscular frame. He was dressed different from the others, in black sweats, a gray hoodie, and sandals.

"L," J called over to the man, "Don't interrupt me! But yes, Master's orders are why. Pressure was needed, both to see how you would handle it and to see how you were developing."

Developing what? The thought burned through Eren's mind. He wanted to scream it. He had to stay calm. For himself. For Levi. That didn't stop some of the tears before they trickled down his face and onto his shirt. "What am I developing?" The chestnut-haired man swiveled his head to look at the Titans. His eyes slid over L, J, the unknown people, Levi, the children, and his father. No one said anything for a long time. "What am I developing?!" Eren cried, desperate and furious.

J's delicate face darkened and he took a step forward as his fists clenched. His green eyes seemed luminous and yellow in the light. "J. Calm down," Grisha called. The short man stopped and raised his hands as his face smoothed out.

"Eren, by developing, we mean developing the abilities that the serum gave you," Grisha explained. His voice was slow, as if he was speaking to a young child instead of two adults. His fingers continued to beat the erratic tempo. The muscles around his brown eyes spasmed occasionally. When Grisha failed to continue his explanation, J started to speak once more, his voice monotonous, but loud.

"Regenerative abilities. Strength. Speed. Heightened senses. The desire to kill. Your red blood cells are covered with white strands. That's the serum. It infects everything: blood, nerves, brain. The alien DNA coats everything like a parasite and infects. The younger the patient when infection occurs, the more likely the DNA is to take due to neural elasticity in the brain. This DNA, this virus if you will, spreads throughout the body and slowly spreads onto everything, enhancing things as it goes. For instance, when you were shot, you healed within a few hours. The way we know that the process is done is when your eyes start to change." J tapped his cheek, just below a dark green eye, and smirked.

Alien DNA… so I'm not even human. I'm a freak. I'm like them. No…

"They change colors and kind of light up in moments where the virus is excited, which happens when the body produces certain chemicals in high amounts… Or if emotions are strong enough. When the eyes change, your abilities – regeneration, strength, et cetera – heighten for a short amount of time. This is because the alien cells on your own cells expand and temporarily overtake your human cells for a short amount of time. Quite exhausting really. That big blonde made me resort to that method… It's too bad I couldn't toy around with him a little longer. Oh well!"

Eren felt Levi shake next to him, but the raven-haired man said nothing. At this point, I can't tell if that's good or bad. Eren felt sick. Sick with the knot of anger in his stomach that threatened to overflow. Sick with the weight of grief that threatened to drag him to the bottom of an imaginary lake. Sick with guilt…, So it's all my fault… My fault…

"Eren… Now it is time for me to ask a question of my own." Emerald eyes flickered up to his father. He didn't respond. Grisha stared down at him, his fingers finally still. The brown-eyed man leaned forward in his throne. For the first time, his eyes were clear and intense. "Will you join me, Eren? You and Levi will be safe here. We'll provide you with everything. Join us, Eren. Join us and-"

"No." Eren spat the word out as he glared up at the man he no longer wished was his father; outrage and disgust clear in his focused eyes. For a second, nothing happened, then….his father's face suddenly contorted into a mask of fury and he rose from his little stone throne. "What?" he hissed menacingly.

Eren swallowed hard, his throat dry. His feelings clashed with each other: panic and repulsion. "I said no, you bastard," he called, louder, clearer, than before. "What the fuck are you fucking thinking?! That I'm going to fucking join you after you murdered my friends?! God, what a dumbass! I mean, Jesus Christ, how stupid can you get? You're fucking nuts Dad, fucking nuts! Like Hell I'm going to join you psychos!"

Grisha's lips pulled back in a snarl and his eyes glittered darkly. "J…" his father called softly. His fiery gaze never left Eren's face. "You know what to do. Keep damage to a minimum."

J smirked. "What a pleasure, my lord." Eren watched nervously as J slowly circled around them, on Levi's side, and stopped right beside Levi. The short man grabbed a fistful of black hair with one hand so he could wrench Levi's head back. "Don't worry," J hissed, "This'll only hurt like a bitch." He used his foot to press Levi's foot flat against the ground, his ankle bared to the air, and J pulled his leg up. Eren watched the leg rise, his eyes wide. Vicious pleasure flashed across J's face. With one swift motion, he slammed his heel onto Levi's ankle.

A sickening snap filled the air and Levi lurched forwards until his head was just above the ground. His face was the color of ash, his mouth clenched in a thin, tight line. A muffled groan escaped Levi, but nothing else. Levi pressed his head against the ground and clenched his eyes shut. Eren could hear his breaths, shaky and quick. The agony was visible on the planes of his face, in the beads of perspiration on his forehead, in the rigidity of his muscles, in the shudders that passed through his thin frame.

"Well that was uneventful…" J murmured with a voice thick with disappointment. "Master, shall I break another? We can cripple him an-"

"That's enough J. Eren. Has your answer changed?" Silver eyes shot open and locked on wide, emerald eyes. Levi's pupils were huge and his twisted with pain. "Don't… do it," Levi hissed between clenched teeth.

Eren nodded at Levi and glanced back at his father. "I won't." The two words echoed through the silent chamber. Silence reigned for several minutes after. Grisha's face shifted back into an expressionless mask. He pointed to two people standing behind Eren and Levi. "You two take them. You know where. Annie… I'd like a word."

Hands roughly hauled Eren onto his feet. Beside him, Levi let out a gasp as the same was done to him. Eren glanced down. The raven-haired man's ankle was bent at an odd ankle. Already, the muscle and tissue around it had started to swell. The person behind him shoved Eren to the left and he started to move, his eyes fixed on his feet. The person shoved him to a door set into the far left wall. Shuffling steps behind them was the only indicator Eren had that Levi was being taken in the same direction.

It was all Eren could do to shuffle along. His head ached. Emotions and thoughts continued to slam around, tirelessly. I still feel like I don't know anything. Meridew… M… the experiments… His stomach rolled uncomfortably and Eren swallowed against the bile that threatened to rise. Just walk. One foot in front of the other. Just focus on walking. Things will fall into place soon. They have too. Unless they decide to kill us.

Eren shuddered and shoved the door open with his shoulder. It opened into a dark corridor that branched off in three other directions. Scones lined the walls, with something inside that gave off a weak, sickly green light. The floor sloped off in a gradual decline in all three directions. Inside the halls, it was colder than the chamber, and it smelled of mildew. The person behind him steered him to the right. Eren slowly curled and uncurled his fingers as they went. His wrists were already raw from the ropes. They're not going to cut these off until I agree to join… How long can I keep denying Dad before they do something worse than breaking Levi's ankle?

The longer they walked, the more the temperature plummeted. It didn't take long before Eren could see his breath. Ahead, the sconces grew further apart, as if there was something between them. More passages? His guess turned out to be incorrect as they passed the first gap.

In the dim light, Eren could make out floor-to-ceiling iron bars. Each seemed to be an inch thick, with no more than half a foot between each one. Horizontal bars crossed the vertical ones every two to three feet. They passed three cells before the person directing Eren jerked him to a stop. An arm reached around him, a ring of keys in hand, and pulled the door open. The other hand shoved him into the cell.

Eren stumbled forwards a few feet and turned around in time to see a tall man with short, black hair – Bertholdt – shove Levi into the cell. Levi awkwardly hopped forward on one leg as he lurched back and forth in an attempt to maintain balance without his arms. The man who had pushed Eren – Reiner – laughed quietly, a sneer on his face, as he pulled a knife from his pocket.

"Turn around and hold still or the blade just might slip." His voice was colder than Artic winds. Eren turned around. Levi finally found his balance and remained still as Reiner approached them. Reiner sawed through the ropes around Eren's wrists first, then Levi's. Neither of them moved until they heard the iron door slam shut and a lock turn. "Have fun with the rats, boys," Reiner called snidely. Two pairs of feet slapped the stone as they left.

Eren glanced back at the front of the cell. No one stood there. "They're gone…" he murmured.

Levi's hand grabbed Eren's elbow in response. "Can you help me down?" the shorter male whispered, his voice thick with pain. The brown-haired man gave Levi a shoulder as they slowly shuffled to the back of the cell and sank down onto the icy stone together, Levi's leg stretched out in front of them, their backs against the cell wall. Levi's head found its way to Eren's shoulder in the darkness while his hand clasped Eren's. The faint scent of lemongrass and mint eased Eren's thoughts a bit. "How bad is your ankle?

"Hurts like fucking hell. Might have shattered the bone. Can't bear weight on it. Otherwise, it's peachy."

"… I'm sorry," Eren whispered after a few minutes. "It's all my fault…"

Levi tightened his grip on Eren's fingers and shook his head. "It's not your fault. You can't help that your father's a fucking nutcase."

"It is my fault," he protested. Green eyes stared at the faint green light ahead as he talked and sucked down slightly panicky gasps of air. His eyes burned with tears. His head felt like it was going to split from the chaos and misery inside of his skull. It's my fault. "For not stopping Dad when I was younger. For not realizing he was alive. For not dying. It's my fault you're here. That your ankle's broken. That…"

Eren shuddered and sucked down a few barely calming breaths. Something inside him broke and tears slid down his face, invisible in the dark. "That Marco… Oluo… Mike… Nanaba… all those kids… It's my fault they're dead. Don't you see Levi? I'm the reason for all this shit! I'm a monster. I'm like them!"

The tall male ground the heel of his free palm into his eyes and sniffed. Levi's head disappeared from his shoulder and the shorter male disentangled their hands. Go away Levi. Just go away. See me for the monster I am. I don't want you to die too. I love you. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head down against a warm, bony shoulder.

"Eren… shut up," Levi whispered. The hand on Eren's head slid down and wrapped around his side. The other hand found his hand again. "Just listen to me. You're not a freak. You're not a monster. You aren't them. You're Eren. You're innocent. Smart. Funny. Beautiful. To me, you're human. Yeah, you're the reason I'm here, but I'd rather be here with you than out there wondering what the hell happened.

"I love you Eren, and some shit that they spout off isn't going to change that. It's not your fault. You couldn't control any of that. Don't blame yourself Eren… don't. I know it's not. Even if that bastard said he did it to get you, I still won't blame you. Just calm down. Breathe. It's not your fault. You tried to save them. You tried as hard as I did, as the rest of us did. Just listen to me. If you can't believe in yourself, believe in me. I love you Eren. So believe in me. Please."

Eren swallowed hard and squeezed Levi's hand. Slowly, his shudders slowed and his tears dried. The panicky breaths returned to a normal pace. The storm in his mind quieted for the time being. "Okay…" he whispered, "Okay." They sat in silence, Eren's head nestled on Levi's shoulder, their breathing the only sound for a long while.

Footsteps broke their silence. Only one pair of feet. As they drew closer, the light changed. A brighter light came from the right, tinged yellow and orange. The bearer of the light and owner of the footsteps appeared after a moment. Annie turned to face them.

The lantern she held in her hand threw flickering shadows across her face. In her other hand, a ring of keys and a knife glittered in the light of the lantern.

Chapter 25: End

Ah, finally~ Urgh, that Bio project (and softball) kept me from getting this finished sooner, but here it is! I don't know when I'll next be able to update, but I'll try to get within 10 or so days. Thanks to Cal, my wonderful beta and friend who read over this chap for me~ Anyways, have a wonderful day/night/existence!

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