Levi Pov
"All right," He stated standing up. "I'll go check what's going on outside. The rest of you, stay here but be prepared in case anything happens."
He left the cart and walked to the front to see a crowd of civilians standing before him and the cart.
"Hey!" He yelled to the driver who seemed to be trying to shoo people away. "What's going on, why are these people here."
"Captain Levi," the driver said, seemingly surprised by his arrival. "They were told to come here by the military police, that's what they've told me anyway. They also told me they had to come here, apparently some sort of meeting."
He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. This just had to happen, didn't it?
"All right, I'll go find out what's going on," he told the driver, who nodded in reply.
He fired his cables up to the houses fired himself at the roof, landing on it gracefully.
He walked along the rooftop, his eyes darting around, trying to find any MPs. If the military police told them to come here, then where are they?
He shot himself across the streets looking for them, but there were no MPs or Garrison to be found. Even after circling the block twice, he saw no one.
Somethings wrong, if they were having a meeting of some kind there would be at least some military police, more depending on what they're doing. He clenched his blades tighter as he made his way back to the carriage.
But there are none here.
"Captain, did you find what this is about then?" the driver asked while still atop the carriage.
"No. There are no MPs around to ask, oddly enough, there aren't any patrols or Garrison members here either."
"What?" Why would the MPs want them here if they aren't going to show up?" the driver asked, a look of surprise covering his face.
Exactly my thoughts. Though this could be a coincidence something just doesn't feel right.
Finally, the crowd started to part for the carriage, but just as it started moving forward he felt something happen.
Time seemed to move in slow motion. Out the corner of his eye, he could see the driver being hit by a round of what seemed to be a shotgun.
Instinct kicked in and he flung himself away from the cart, narrowly dodging the blast which had left a small crater in the ground. He immediately shot away, the screams and shouts of people and soldiers alike filling the air as he left.
He got onto the roof of a building and finally got a look at what was happening. Scouts and MPs were shooting around everywhere, the Scouts getting slaughtered as they tried to escape these new soldiers and their guns.
The carriage had its tarp ripped off and had been blasted to pieces, though there were no bodies in it, getting him to have hope in their survival.
Someone dropped down behind him and assuming the worst he threw himself behind a chimney, once again narrowly dodging a round of one of their guns.
He readies his blades, but instead of attacking, the MP stopped moving and began speaking to him, his voice throwing him back to his childhood.
"Hey, Levi," the familiar voice called out. "Look at how ya've grown."
No. Let it anybody but him.
The man shot himself upwards and above him aiming both guns at him. Now in the air, he could see the face of his attacker. His face was more withered than the last time they met, but there was no mistaking him.
"Oh? It doesn't look like you changed much at all."
"KENNY!" He yelled throwing one of his blades at his old mentor and father figure.
Kenny blocked the blade with his weapon and fired again, smiling gleefully as he did so.
He shot off again, avoiding the rounds fired at him. He looked around, seeing more and more MPs moving towards him, but the only Scouts he saw were lying on the streets, their eyes still wide open with fear.
He saw more and more bodies of the Scouts, each of them was lying limp in the street, their blood trickling down the cobblestone road.
As more MPs joined the chase they started firing, dozens of rounds flying at him barely giving a moment to slow down and think.
But he still avoided every single round fired at him. He turned into an alleyway suddenly, trying to get a moment to think. The ally had a window near the end and somehow two MPs had made it to the end and now blocked his path, aiming their weapons directly at him.
He still had several MPs behind him, so he kept going forward. As he neared the MPs at the end of the ally both of the MPs fired both their rounds at him, and as he heard the bang he flung himself into the window of one of the buildings. Once again avoiding the blasts
The glass had cut and scraped his skin. But the several MPs who were behind him were killed and injured by the rounds of their own squad.
He got up quickly and ran out of the room as fast as could, without looking back. He jumped down to the first floor and tried to get time to breathe and think about the situation he was in.
Dammit, who the hell is stupid enough to do this? And why is Kenny with them? Why is he of all people, an MP now? This must be the royal family's doing. They must be desperate to launch an assault like this.
He walked towards the door but stopped when he heard multiple people land outside the door and start walking towards it.
He shot up to the roof above the door and waited, gripping his blades tightly, preparing himself for this sneak attack.
They kicked the door open, breaking it apart in the process and wandered in without fear. One, two, three and four. Not too many then, though there might be more outside.
Just as the fourth MP entered he dropped down, his blades glinting in the light as he dropped down on his oblivious enemy.
Using his blades he cut down in an X, his blades cutting down two MPs instantly and then injured the third, making him drop to the floor screaming in pain.
He saw the fifth MP behind him, standing frozen at the door 5th still at the door, who barely had time to move before he twirled his blades around and stabbed them backwards into the man's chest.
Only one in the room remained standing. But as the MP lifted his guns he threw the blades from their hilts and directly into his chest, making him cough out some blood before falling.
He looked down at the man on the floor, who was trying to crawl away, his blood pouring from his wounds. And then without mercy, he raised his blade and struck down, finishing him.
He rushed away, hearing more run towards the door, this time on alert. But instead of leaving he drew two more blades and hid once again.
Two entered the room he was in just as he hid, but they heard and saw nothing. They wandered in, guns raised and fear in their eyes.
"Where the hell is this guy?" One of them said, the fear evident in his voice.
"I don't know but-," he was stopped mid-sentence when he jumped out and sliced his stomach open.
The other one tried to fight back but he cut him down with ease, with his blade sliding into his throat before he could scream.
He dropped to the floor gurgling and reaching out as if someone would save him. But after a minute he stopped moving, blood still seeping from his wounds.
"Well, Levi. I'm glad to see you've become so much like me," Kenny said, stepping through the doorway.
"I'm nothing like you," he spat out, ready to attack.
"Ha!" Kenny laughed. "Brat you're practically the same person that I used to be. Well, except the height."
"No, I'm not. You're a sick bastard who kills for nothing more than power," he replied venomously.
"What, and you kill for humanity?" Kenny replied, slowly walking around the room. He followed in suite, constantly staying diagonal from where Kenny was.
"I don't kill for humanity. I kill for myself, and my comrades," he confessed.
"Your comrades? That's what you've become? Humanity's greatest soldier. That always made me laugh when I heard it," Kenny said as he walked around the edge of the room.
"And what have you become, an MP? Was this a reward for killing so many of them?" He replied, his eyes narrowed.
"No, I… There are other reasons why I became one of them. Reasons you don't understand," Kenny said, calmly before raising his voice. "Reasons you won't live to understand!"
Kenny stopped walking and then lunged at him suddenly, with speed rivalling his own.
He barely avoided the vicious strike from Kenny's knife. But he struck back just as fast as Kenny, but like he had done Kenny dodged the blade.
Their fight was quick and deadly, with every strike being as fast as the blink of an eye. Again and again, the blades connected, sparks flying every time they struck.
If there's one man who can fight me like this it's Kenny, but he's slower than he used to be. His movements are more tired and stiff.
Kenny struck, again and again, keeping him on the defensive, not giving him a second break or even a moment to think.
But Kenny's strokes became slower, more sloppy and weighty. Using this to his advantage he dodged one of the strikes then kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to stumble backwards, out of breath and already tired.
"You've gotten better. I'll give you that" Kenny said, wiping away some blood at his mouth.
"You've gotten old," he replied, trying to catch his breath.
"You little shit," Kenny muttered, barely audible to him.
This time he went on the offensive, striking and moving so fast you could blink and miss three strikes. He let his frustrations out on him, the years of built-up anger and bitterness were all let loose on him in these countless attacks.
Kenny still managed to deflect and dodge every strike, but the smile that he once had was wiped off his face.
This time it lasted only a minute but it was Kenny who threw him back, with a punch to the face which left his nose bleeding profusely.
But he didn't let up, only taking a moments rest he ran at Kenny again and struck at him with both swords, his blades aiming for the head.
Kenny only just managed to slip underneath the blades and twist around before lunging at his stomach.
He blocked the blade with one of his blades and then he headbutted Kenny, sending him sprawling backwards, clutching his broken and bleeding nose.
It's time to finish this Kenny.
He struck several more times, but now using every last bit of strength. Every strike which Kenny blocked sent him stumbling back, forcing him to try and dodge the heavy but fast attacks.
Their blades connected again, with both of them pushed against each other with all their strength. Desperately trying to overpower each other.
Kenny used his size to his advantage, disarming one of his hands before swinging his knife at his head, forcing him to pull back. Now with only one blade, he fought faster and harder than ever before.
Their blades clashed several times before they met again, sparks flying and teeth grinding as they pushed against each other with everything they had.
I can't beat him through sheer strength. But I need to get out of here. If we were attacked that means the rest of the Scouts were as well.
Just as Kenny started to bend him backwards he dropped his blade and slid away from Kenny, who stumbled forward without anything to lean on.
Using this he twirled around then plunged his blade deep into the back of Kenny's thigh, making his old mentor shout out in pain and slash at him with his knife as he fell to the ground.
But he once again avoided the blade, letting Kenny fall over, his leg bleeding profusely. He looked down at his old mentor who was clutching the wound in pain, but he raised his blade nonetheless.
"Goodbye Kenny," he said, a hint of sadness seeping into his voice as he prepared to finish his old mentor.
But just as he was about to plunge the blade down Kenny rolled over gun in hand and fired at him. He tried to throw himself away but the shotgun blast still scraped against his shoulder, but luckily it mostly missed.
He ran out of the room while Kenny shot at him again, this time completely missing but it was nonetheless a close call.
"This ain't over brat!" Kenny yelled after a moment, as the sounds of a window-smashing filled the house.
You can't run forever Kenny, I'll get my answers. But now-.
"FIRE!" A female voice yelled, interrupting his thoughts.
The sounds of at least four dozen guns went off almost immediately after, the rounds breaking through the wooden walls and windows with ease.
"AND AGAIN!" The same female voice yelled.
The guns were fired off again, this time breaking even more of the house apart. Does he intend to blow this building apart?
"FIRE AT WILL!" She finally yelled.
Shots continued, again and again, though they were no longer all at the same time. The sounds were deafening. With each shot feeling like someone had shot a cannon.
The entire building was shaking now, creaking back forth as its bottom walls were blown apart by countless rounds from these MPs guns.
Alright, as long as this building can hold.
Just as the thought had entered his mind one of the walls were damaged enough that the building began to fall. Its wooden beams collapsing under the pressure.
Splinters flew everywhere as he ran for the basement door, and as he ran he could see the building fall apart around him, the cheers from the MPs barely audible over the crashing building.
He threw himself at the door, smashing it open and sending him tumbling down its steps. But the pain barely registered with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
He only stayed on the ground a moment before getting up and looking around the darkroom.
He was alone, with the only light coming from the door, which remained mostly blocked. The light streamed in lighting up some of the room, only giving him a faint idea of what the room looked like.
He stood up, only now feeling the pain coursing through his arm and the rest of his body.
I probably fractured it, but it could be worse.
He walked up the stairs and the door, which was stacked nearly perfectly with the rubble from the house. He didn't touch it, fearing that it might cause rubble to fill the room or crush him.
"CAPTAIN?!" a familiar voice yelled from outside, muffled by the rubble.
"ELD!" He yelled back. recognising his subordinates voice in an instant. He started to hear him throwing rubble about to try and find him.
Well, may as well try to remove some myself.
He started tearing away chunks of wood to try and escape. Though it took some time, more and more light sept through the cracks as the rubble was thrown away.
Light streamed in further and further until finally a gap large enough for him to crawl through was made, allowing him to escape the basement.
As he reached the surface he could finally see the full devastation that was caused. The streets ran red with the blood of the Scouts who had been slaughtered like sheep. The building which he had been trapped in had been reduced to rubble, with the week frames unable to withstand the assault from the MPs.
"Captain, thank the walls you're alive," Eld said breathlessly, blood covering his body and face.
"Yeah, you too. But where is the rest of the squad?" He replied while looking around for survivors.
"Well, I saw Petra take Eren, so he probably knows where she is," he said, looking over at the large amount of steam that was billowing up into the air in the distance.
That amount of steam can only come from Titans, so Eren must have transformed and survived. This is the only good news I've heard today.
"But Oluo… I don't know where he went. We got split. And now I fear that he may already be…"
"You did all that you could," he told Eld, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"Yeah, I did all I could," Eld replied, sadness and regret filling his voice. "So what's the plan?"
"Well, going from this attack they've probably also attacked the other group of Scouts and killed or captured Erwin. So we will need to regroup. Go to the old hideout near Utgard and bring Eren with you."
Eld turned to leave but looked back when he saw that he wasn't following him.
"Are you not coming?" Eld asked, looking slightly concerned.
"Not yet, I'm going to go search for survivors," he replied.
"Well, then captain, good luck," Eld said, before shooting his ODM grapples onto a house. He then shot off for Eren, leaving him alone in the rubble of the building.
"You too," he muttered, watching his subordinate leave.
Well, Erwin, I hope you got a plan to deal with this.
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Thanks for reading, and as always I'm open to any criticism. Hope you enjoyed it.