Jesus fucking Christ, fine. Here. Take it.
A wolf would chew off its own paw
in order to escape.
Its survival instinct is so strong.
So is mine.
- Dexter
The air was filled with tension, as captain Levi's icy eyes stared into his opponent's. There was a grin on the group leader's voice, as the mouth of his gun rested an inch away from the captain's forehead. A few seconds passed, as the soldiers started shouting insults and malicious threats towards the thugs.
"Shut up!" hissed the leader suddenly. "Strip off your 3DMG. If I see one movement I don't like, I'll blow up the little guy's head to smithereens."
That silenced most of them, although everyone was still glaring at the thugs with bright hatred.
"You too", the thug murmured to the captain.
Levi narrowed his eyes. It feels so humiliating to be a hostage, he thought to himself. He didn't have a lot of options, though - so he did what the miserable little sack of shit asked for.
"Turn around", the leader commanded when he was finished. Another thug came to pick up his gear.
The captain sighed, glancing towards Erwin who had also been secured by two of the criminals.
"Fine", he growled quietly and strolled towards the direction where they were taking the commander.
"Stop", the thug murmured as they'd reached a small clearing, that was about fifty feet away from where they'd been before.
Levi obeyed, eyeing at the three carriages the thugs apparently owned.
"Get your gear off", the man grunted, waving his gun. The captain gritted his teeth but had no choice but to strip his manoeuver gear off and let it fall to the ground. A few thugs approached him - one of them picked up the gear he'd dropped, and the other raised a gun over his head. As the hard end of the revolver connected with the back of his head, Levi was knocked into darkness.
"Fuck", Levi muttered as he started reaching consciousness. His eyelids felt so heavy he couldn't even begin to get them open, and there was a constant ache drumming inside his skull.
"Well, look who's awake", someone said. Levi attempted to lift his hands, but soon came to realise his hand were bound behind his back with handcuffs, and he was sitting on… a chair?
Levi forced his eyes open, focusing them on the first thing he saw. The man with the cigarette. He had an irksome smirk on his face as he leaned closer.
"Don't let him out of your sight, even for a second", the man commanded, and the four other people in the room nodded their acceptance. "And even if you face any problems, try to avoid shooting him."
With that, the man walked away and left Levi with his four guards.
Where's Erwin?
His chair was in a relatively large, decorless room with no windows.
The walls were sturdy, grey and made of concrete, which made Levi believe they might have been underground. The room was lit brightly with several oil lamps, and the thugs that were watching him were all armed to the teeth. Levi's head dropped forward, putting a strain on his neck. The faintest smirk tugged the corner of his mouth.
Do you really think you can hold me?
Erwin narrowed his eyes at the man who was standing in front of him. The commander of the Survey Corps was handcuffed down to a chair, and he was being eyed by the apparent leaders of the thugs.
"What is it exactly that you want?" he asked coldly. The man took his time to answer.
"Well, you two are obviously very valuable assets to… well, the whole humanity."
The thug's scarred face widened to a grin. "I bet the king wants you two back safely, no matter the cost."
Erwin's eyebrow arched. "You think the king will agree to pay for our freedom? We are replaceable to him."
The thug shrugged. "We'll see. We sent one of your people, a wee lad, to take the word."
Armin?
"And we'll get a nice price for all this gear we got from you guys", the man sounded smug. Erwin squinted, keeping his expression emotionless and cold but didn't say anything.
"Alright, you just sit tight and look pretty, commander Smith", the man stated, smiling. "If you're lucky, you'll be out of here in a week."
"What have you done with captain Levi?" Erwin asked, glaring at him icily.
"The little guy's alright, he's awake now", the thug leader stated. "He's got a little headache, but don't worry, he's fine."
"We have to go after them!" Eren yelled, eyes burning with green fury. Mikasa was calm, as usual, but stood confidently next to Eren. Hanji rolled her eyes - wherever the titan boy was going, so was his sister.
Her leg was all bandaged up, but there was still a constant ache present in the whole leg. Hanji grimaced, trying not to move her wounded part. The rest of the group had found their horses not too long ago. It had taken them several hours, and during that time it had become dark.
"We have no weapons", Hanji reminded him, her dark thoughts pouring into her tone of voice. "No gear. Nothing to fight them with. There's at least as many of them as us."
"So?" Eren growled. "We're trained soldiers. We can take them! We just need to plan how to get our weapons back, and we'll take them out easily!"
"Eren", Mikasa said quietly. "Calm down."
"No!" the boy turned around to face his sister. "We need to rescue them, now!"
"It's getting too dark", Jean said, glancing up at the sky. "And the temperature is dropping. We need to make camp for tonight."
The others seemed to agree. Eren looked furious and ended up stomping away angrily. Mikasa was left to stare after him.
"Hey", Hanji said quietly, and the girl turned her head. "He just needs to cool his head off. He'll come back soon."
Mikasa looked nervous but nodded. "Of course." She blinked her narrow, dark eyes before continuing with a question.
"Are we going to make a rescue attempt?"
Hanji sighed, taking a better position against the tree she was leaning on. "It's very risky, but Eren has a point. We should try. It's possible if we plan it well."
Mikasa nodded. "I see."
"Help the others to make the camp, will you", the squad leader suggested, and the young soldier saluted, kneeling in front of the pile of sticks that her squad members had managed to gather.
Hanji grimaced as pain surged through her leg, and she grabbed it gently. She hoped that Erwin and Levi were alright. She truly hoped.
The guards had been standing around him for at least three hours now. Levi couldn't tell - it was hard to say how much time had passed within the suffocating concrete room, but judging how sore his neck- and shoulder muscles were, he'd been there a long time.
It was just enough time for the guards to get sloppy. Their eyes were wandering, and their guns were hanging on their hands half-heartedly. It was time for Levi to make his move.
This is going to suck so much. He took a deep, silent breath.
The captain pushed himself violently, making the chair fall backwards. He squeezed his eyes shut and placed his left hand straight under the back of the chair, leaning heavily on his left side. He'd have to hit the hand directly and leave his right hand unharmed. Otherwise, this was useless.
The chair connected with the floor with a loud bang and crushed his hand, letting out a sickening crunch. Levi grunted in pain, but immediately pushed the pain to the back of his mind. He didn't have time to think about it right now.
The guards started yelling - Levi rolled to his side and yanked his injured hand free from the cuffs - he then tackled down the first thug that was sprinting towards him, and quickly grabbed his gun. The captain crouched up and placed a neat shot in the middle of one of the guards' brows. Levi squinted, deciding not to put a bullet into the guy he was holding down just yet (he didn't fancy getting all that blood on himself) and instead leapt away from him, placing a hard kick on his head. Levi dodged the third guard's attempts of knifing him and punched the kicked the fourth one in the stomach with a neat roundhouse kick.
Levi raised his pistol, shooting the thug with the knife in the middle of his spine. The man fell down with his whole body twitching sickeningly. He flipped around and barely managed to dodge the punch from the fourth guard, who had a viciously angry look on his face. The thug raised his gun, but Levi was faster. The captain's bullet connected with the thug's chest, piercing his heart.
The vicious look faded as he slowly fell to his knees, and then face first into the ground. The captain sniffed, throwing one last glance towards the only alive guard left. He heard footsteps approaching, and some sharp yells. The gunshots had been heard. Levi kicked the first guard on the head one last time before quickly picking up the knife and shoving it under his belt.
The captain was well aware of the painful thumping of his hand, but he had no choice but to ignore it for now. Levi pushed the door open and ended up in a long, concrete corridor. It was a type of bunker, had to be. There weren't many of them within the walls, but he knew that most of them were used for storing firepower and weapons. Apparently, these thugs had discovered one of the abandoned ones.
The captain ran out of sight just in time. He tried to remain as quiet as possible, every sense wired up to the maximum. Levi heard the men spreading out and heard the footsteps closing in. They would find him unless he did something. The captain ran as fast as he quietly could, and hid inside the nearest room he found. This one he'd have to do stealthily.
Erwin had been left alone into the room. His guards had sprinted out, and he'd heard something about the "prisoner escaping."
He smiled a little, spitting out the safety pin he'd been harbouring inside his mouth for the whole day. The commander had put it there during the time he was taking off his gear, quickly fished it out from his breast pocket. They had later checked all his pockets and emptied them from everything else.
Erwin twisted his neck as far back as he could, dropping the pin down on his hands. He sighed in relief as he caught it, starting to work on opening the cuffs. He'd done this a lot during his soldier training; it used to be required from all the trainees back in his days.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he twisted the pin. It took a few painful minutes until the lock finally made a clicking sound, and his hands got free.
Erwin rubbed his wrists - it had been a little too long since he'd done this. It took way too long. He could still hear distant yells from somewhere from the concrete hallways. The man narrowed his eyes, sneaking out of the open door. There was no one in sight.
Amateurs, he thought, starting to quietly walk to the opposite direction from which the voices were coming from. Some footsteps were also coming from top of him.
There's a second floor? How big is this place?
Erwin took a turn to the right but was taken aback by one of the thugs, who looked just as surprised as he did.
"Stop right the-" the man yelled, pulling out his gun, but he didn't have time to finish the sentence when Erwin punched him in the face, making him fall on his back. The commander grabbed the back of the man's head and hit it hard against the concrete.
This one won't get up again.
Erwin had an advantage. While the whole building was apparently chasing Levi, he had a good lead on the thugs. They didn't even know he had escaped yet. He had faith in Levi - the man was small, agile and unrivalled in combat. Levi would have to come to him. Meanwhile, Erwin could maybe find out what this organisation was all about.
Levi hid behind a corner. He held his breath as he heard the thug's footsteps coming closer. Calculating his attack, the captain let the thug come right next to him before he stuck his night straight through his throat. With a quick move, he covered the man's mouth from making any noise. The thug went limp very fast, and Levi let him slide down to the floor. He breathed heavily when the pain in his hand increased.
I have to take out at least fifteen people, in stealth, with one hand.
Levi rubbed his face with his uninjured hand. Fuck. Here I come, shitwheenies.
He took a deep breath before getting up, pushing the pain that was radiating from his hand into the back of his mind. He'd need to be quieter than ever before - these walls duplicated every sound and made it echo in the hallways probably to the other side of the building.
The captain sneaked to peek from behind the corner, praying that his leather boots wouldn't make a noise. He saw two thugs walking to the opposite direction in the hallway, and a third joined them soon. They all looked to be well armed and moved with a quick pace. Levi squinted, biting his bottom lip. Then he quickly sneaked to the nearest room, ducking to safety right before the thug closest to him laid their eyes on him. Levi let out a soundless breath of relief and waited behind the door until the footsteps on the other side of the wall continued forward. The captain peeked carefully into the corridor and saw the other two thugs disappear behind the next corner.
Time to move. Levi surged forward, and with a deadly speed he pierced the thug's throat, pressing his hand tightly on the man's mouth. Blood poured out with force, and he wrinkled his nose as the warm liquid smudged his fingers. The man fell limp so fast that he almost ended falling entirely - that would have made way too much noise. Levi dragged the thug towards the room he'd just used as a hiding place and hid him behind the door.
Two down.
"Peter?" someone asked, footsteps approaching. Levi stiffened - the floor was covered in blood, his presence would be revealed in seconds. Fuck.
The captain bolted it out of the room, pressing his back against the concrete. The thug turned from the corner, and he didn't even know what hit him. The man's face went pale as a sheet as blood poured out of his slit throat. Levi caught him before he fell to the ground, and held in a scream of pain when the thug's arm hit his injured hand.
As he dragged another body to the room (that was apparently used for interrogation, judging by the weird and painful-looking instruments that were hanging on the walls) and quickly backed out from there, he was suddenly caught off guard by a sharp yell.
"Over here!"
Levi's alarm bells went off as he realised he'd been seen, and a thug on his right raised his rifle and opened fire.
The captain heard more yells and more footsteps, as he took cover from the interrogation room. Levi frowned, things like 'fuck' and 'shit' flashing through his mind, and grabbed one of the knives he'd managed to get off from the thug's he'd killed. The captain had always been the best with knives. Back in the Underground City, a knife was all he needed to defend himself. And his aim was deadly.
Levi flipped the knife in his healthy hand as the thug stopped firing to reload. He would move to take cover from behind the corner immediately, which would mean he was now right about-
There.
The knife left his hand with a killing speed, flashing in the air, and connecting with the thug's carotid artery.
Levi knew he now had about five seconds to get another temporary hiding place before he'd be seen. Luckily the place was such a maze that there were plenty of rooms for him to use.
Assuming they were all unlocked.
Erwin's back was against the cold concrete. He'd heard more gunshots from upstairs, and couldn't help the fact that despite his earlier assumptions about Levi's safety, his mind was filling with worry.
I have to go help him. We have a higher chance of getting out of here, if we're together.
The commander made a decision, starting to work on locating the stairs that would lead him to the next floor. It didn't take long - but instead of stairs, it was more like a metal ladder. Erwin pulled himself up, carefully peeking to the next floor. He had to quickly slid through and kneel down as he saw a man approaching. It was a brutish-looking thug, whose arms reminded Erwin of heavy tree trunks. The commander held his breath as the thug arrived at the ladder and started climbing down. He saw the escaped prisoner way too late, and Erwin hit him in the head with the back of a rifle that he'd stolen from another thug.
The man's greasy face took a dizzy expression, as he started falling backwards. The noise from the impact was louder than he'd expected, and he grimaced slightly. He was alarmed by sharp yells and quick footsteps that seemed to be approaching his spot.
They heard me. Possibly think I'm Levi.
Erwin saw a door ajar to his left and quickly made his way towards it. Levi would probably try to take out the thugs one by one and avoid fighting with guns. They made noise. Levi would want to be stealthy.
The commander flinched at a sudden yell that suddenly came from not too far away. One of the thugs climbed up the ladder, alarming his friends:
"The other one's escaped, too! Shoot to kill!"
"Copy that!"
Erwin closed his eyes, listening to the footsteps. He ignored even the thumping noise of his own heart, focusing on nothing else.
Five. Five people behind that corner. The hallway he was on was wider than the others, and he suspected it to be the main hallway. The commander stiffened as the group of thugs approached his hiding room.
They're going to find me.
Erwin clenched his fists, peeking out just enough to see the men. Five - he wasn't mistaken. Carefully calculating their position, and then looking up at the oil lamps hanging from the roof, he pulled back, taking a deep breath.
The commander kicked the door open, aiming sharply to the left, away from the thugs, to shoot out the nearest lamp, and then to the right to take out the light right on top of the men.
The corridor was cloaked in darkness, and he heard alarmed yells and barked orders as the thugs opened fire. Erwin pushed his back against the wall and kept his eyes closed, holding onto the mental image of the thugs' positions.
The one-eyed man, three steps to the right. Now two steps to the back. His disability makes him afraid. Erwin raised his gun, fired, and heard a distorted scream and a loud thud.
"Ron!" someone yelled.
The man with the green scarf on his face, five steps behind, crouching down. He was tall, so it's safe to assume his head is now-
There.
Erwin's bullet hit its target, and another one hit the ground. Sudden screams pierced the air as the firing stopped. The commander stiffened, opening his eyes to the blackness. The screams had died, and guns were no longer fired. He heard faint running footsteps from the floor below and some indistinct voices. More were coming.
"Erwin?" a quiet voice asked.
The commander recognised Levi's dark, smooth voice. He stepped out from his cover, barely seeing anything ahead of him, but was positive that he was able to make out the captain's short features in the dark. He picked up something from the ground, and it looked as if he was taking something from the bodies, too. Knives, probably.
"We gotta move", Levi grunted, bolting to the opposite direction than the ladder. "There's another way down over here, I saw."
"Right", Erwin murmured. "How'd you escape? Did you have a pin, too?"
"Unfortunately, no", Levi replied coolly, crouching down and peeking from behind a corner. "I broke my hand."
The commander nodded - it was a good call from the captain. Better than staying as a prisoner. He grimaced when taking a look at his comrade's twisted, bruised hand.
Erwin couldn't help but admire Levi's agile movements and soundless footsteps. The commander was a larger and heavier man, and even though he was more than capable of being a stealthy soldier, he was no match for the captain.
"There", Levi whispered, nodding towards another ladder. The small man dropped through, landing elegantly on his feet, pressing his injured hand against his chest. Erwin followed through, and the two looked around to try and locate their position.
The commander frowned. There was a door a few feet away from them - and it was guarded. The thug that was guarding it was circling around, and it was pure luck that he hadn't seen them.
"That's probably where their leader is", he mouthed. Levi glanced over his shoulder, frowning.
"How do we get there?" he whispered back.
Erwin was about to answer when the hallway suddenly echoed with a voice.
"You can't hide forever!" someone yelled.
He's close.
"You're trapped in here with us! There's no way out."
Levi's eyes narrowed, and Erwin glanced at him with a warning look. The thug came closer, passing the guard in front of the room they were going to enter.
Closer.
The two pressed their backs against the wall.
Closer.
Erwin held his breath.
Almost there.
He blinked.
Now.
Erwin grabbed the man, pressing his hand on his mouth and squeezing his nostrils shut. Levi held down his squirming limbs and looked coldly in his eyes.
"We're not trapped in here with you", the captain whispered in his ear. "You are trapped in here with us."
Levi's knife hit the guarding thug in the middle of his chest. He fell down, crying out and watching in panic as the wound spilt more blood on his front. His gun fell to the ground, and the captain marched up to him, pulling the knife out and slitting his throat in the process.
Erwin loaded his gun, and they both pressed against the wall when Levi opened the door. He pulled his hand to safety just in time when the door frame was riddled with bullets. Levi raised his hands to his ears and glanced at Erwin, who had done the same.
The gunfire stopped for a moment, and Erwin reached out to fire back, and Levi took a glance inside. The leader of the thugs was standing behind four others, all heavily armed.
"There's no way we're getting through that", he yelled at the commander.
Erwin glanced up. "Did you see the hatch in the ceiling?"
Levi raised his eyebrows and grimaced as the gunfire started again.
"No", he mouthed. The tall man nodded to his right. "There must be some other way in", Erwin yelled. "Go find it. I'm staying here, and I go in the minute I hear fighting."
Levi stayed still for a few seconds, staring at Erwin with disbelief. "Seriously? Okay."
The captain murmured something about dickweeds and fuckberries before he turned around and started running to the opposite direction.
The hatch was probably used for escaping if it came down to it. That would mean there was most likely some ladder there as well. Levi's heart jumped up to his throat when a vicious roar caught him off by surprise, and the air was knocked out of his lungs as a large thug tackled him down and fell on top of him with all his weight. Levi couldn't stop the short scream that escaped his mouth as his broken hand was crushed again under the thug's knee, and a flashing pain blinded him for a moment. Black spots danced in his vision, as the large man's elbows mangled his chest.
There was blood running down from the thug's head, the captain noticed, and his small eyes had a crazed look in them. As Levi's vision started to blur, he could tell he wasn't far from unconsciousness.
What do I do?
Levi knew that his best quality was his speed. He was faster than anyone else, and even though his body was smaller in size than pretty much every other soldier, he was still called the humanity's strongest. In a situation like this, he was at a clear disadvantage, and he needed to change that. The captain glanced right, reaching out with his free hand. Levi's fingers wrapped around the hilt of one of the knives he'd collected and plunged it into the man's muscular neck. The blade sunk into his flesh all the way, and Levi closed his eyes in disgust, as the man's blood started to shower down out of the wound and on his face. The thug's massive, tree-like body went limp on top of his and Levi's lungs seemed to crush. With great effort, he managed to push the man's body off of him, and he was left lying on the floor on his own.
Levi proceeded to have a brutal episode of coughing and panting to catch his breath. He slowly raised his strong hand to wipe away the sticky, red blood that was covering his face. The captain grimaced in disgust and took a reluctant look at his side. Two of his hand's metacarpal bones had definitely fractured, but one of them had pushed its way to the surface, and he could see the white bone that was visibly sticking out of his hand.
"Fascinating", he stated to himself, ignoring the thumping pain that was radiating from his hand to the whole arm. Levi tried to get up but ended up having another violent coughing fit. For a few seconds, he just sat there, breathing.
Come on, Levi, he thought, grimacing. You're a big boy. Suck it up. Get the fuck up and go slaughter those sissies.
The captain forced himself to his feet and immediately started swaying. The floor began to swim in front of his eyes, and he got a sudden surge of nausea. Levi leaned against the wall, barely holding in the dinner he'd eaten ages ago. The captain's head was killing him, and he tried not to think about the hand at all.
"Okay", he grimaced. "Okay. It's fine. I'm fine, I'm good."
With a grunt, he started to stumble towards the ladder that would take him to the upper floor.
Levi stared at the hatch. It had taken him ten minutes to find it - it was exactly what Erwin had anticipated it to be. This was their escape route - their last resort.
"Tch", he scoffed, opening it slowly. It didn't make much noise at all, but it didn't matter. There was still an occasional gunshot from the room below.
Erwin is still holding them.
Levi took a deep breath in and out - he was no longer dizzy and could breathe normally again, even though he could tell that his chest would have ugly bruises for the next few weeks and his hand had probably suffered permanent damage.
The captain was small. He'd fit through the hatch easily. In this situation, the only option was to put one of the knives between his teeth - even though the thought made him flinch with disgust. Who knows where this blade had been?
Germs.
Reluctantly and with deep disgust he bit down to the metal, and with his healthy hand, he grabbed the edge of the hatch. He bent his knees, leaving him to hang freely from the ceiling, upside down.
The men were all staring towards the door, muskets and rifles and shotguns all raised. Their leader was standing back, a revolver in his hand. They had no idea about Levi's presence.
The captain moved slowly, grabbing the knife from his mouth. He was just in the right range to plunge the blade to the leader's artery.
He raised his hand and was about to land the killing blow when a sharp scream made his blood run cold. Levi looked up and saw a man staring down on him from the hatch, eyes wild. It was the man with the cigarettes, the spy - who knows what he'd been up to until now. The man raised his hand and hit it down with force, burying his knife in Levi's lower thigh.
He let out a pained grunt, and his eyes widened in shock as he fell down, neck and shoulders first. Levi connected with the ground, and for a moment he saw stars. Erwin had heard the commotion and opened fire, which the captain was thankful for. He grimaced, and with a pained growl he pulled out the knife from his leg and rolled away from the thugs who began to slash their knives at him. Erwin managed to take out two of them.
Four left, Levi thought, jumping on his feet and making sure not to put too much strain on his now-injured leg. He threw the smoker's knife towards the nearest enemy, and it buried itself in his neck. The thug fell down squirming. The captain grabbed another and rolled away from the leader, who started firing his pistol at him. Levi surged away from them, and that's when Erwin's bullets became the bigger threat for the thugs. They focused on exchanging fire when Levi tried to fight against vertigo.
Erwin ran inside, throwing aside the gun that was now empty. The leader of the thugs raised his pistol, ready to blow the commander's head off but Levi threw a well-aimed knife at his hand. He yelped as the blade sank into the back of his hand. Erwin hit a mean right hook on the smoker's face, who had decided to join the party.
Levi tackled down the one remaining guard and forced him to the ground. With a quick turn he wrapped his healthy hand around the man's head, and with the help of his arm and leg, he managed to inflict enough power to snap the man's neck.
"Freeze right there, captain", an unctuous voice commanded. Levi raised his head, releasing his hold on the dead thug.
The leader's arm was wrapped around Erwin's neck, and his hand was hovering threateningly over the commander's chest. Levi let out a defeated sigh, slowly raising his tired arms in a sign of surrender. The smoker had a triumphant look on his face as he stomped towards the captain.
Erwin's icy blue eyes suddenly turned to stare Levi with a knowing look. The smaller man blinked in confusion, as the commander's eyes moved to look at the gun over his chest, and then at the man who was holding it. Erwin's hands twitched ever so slightly, but Levi noticed it nevertheless. Realization hit him.
The captain arched a brow.
Really?
The commander blinked.
"Aim for the head, you moron", Erwin growled, grabbing the gun that was pressed down against his front and pulled the trigger. A gunshot echoed in the concrete room as the bullet pierced Erwin's shoulder and bedded itself in the thug leader's heart. Erwin fell to his knees with a shaky breath, and Levi swung around to kick down the smoker, who was already about to grab his injured hand.
The captain pulled out his last knife and surged it through the thug's throat. A few gurgling sounds left his mouth before the man grew still, and his eyes glazed over to stare at the ceiling.
Levi rolled over, grimacing. His body was aching all over.
"Nice", he stated, nodding towards Erwin who was leaning against the wall, opposite of him.
"Yeah", the tall man answered, panting. "Not so bad yourself."
Levi lay down, and suddenly he did something he hadn't done in thirteen years.
He laughed.
It was a quiet, relieved laugh that didn't really make sense, and for some unexplained reason, Erwin joined him. It was a way for them to relieve the unimaginable stress that they'd been under for the past hours. It was a laughter of disbelief and amazement that they'd actually managed to pull that off. It was stupid giggling, but boy it felt good.
And there they stayed, dried blood on their face, just laughing, even if it was just a little while.
Erwin had discovered a med-pack from the same room where the miracle had happened and had used it to give some first aid for both himself and Levi. The captain's hand looked absolutely disgusting, and his thigh was bleeding badly. Both of them felt dizzy and had just decided to take a seat outside. The building was just a lump of concrete in the middle of nowhere - one of the old storage units, had to be. Erwin and Levi had discovered the carriage that had been used to haul their 3DMG to the location, but unfortunately, the gear had already been unloaded, and the two felt themselves to be quite exhausted, deciding to leave the rest of the bodily work for others.
Levi had made a discovery of his own. He had decided to take the pack of cigarettes from the smoker thug and also found some booze from the lower floor.
"Cheers", he stated with a grimace, as he took a seat on the steps in front of the building. Erwin leaned his head to the railing. They both had their Survey Corps jackets hanging loosely over their shoulders, arms weren't even in the sleeves, but it was enough to keep them warm. Both were still a little bit out of breath.
"Give me that", he grunted, when Levi had taken a sip.
"Tastes like horse piss", the captain stated. Erwin took a proper gulp, and almost started coughing.
"Ugh, that's foul", he wrinkled his nose, placing the bottle on the stairs.
"There's this, too", the captain frowned, giving him another bottle. It was whiskey. Erwin smelled it suspiciously, then decided 'what the hell' and took a sip. He tasted it on his tongue for a few seconds, smacking his lips.
"Not bad", he stated, offering the bottle back to Levi. The captain poured some on his throat and nodded with a satisfied look on his face. Then he took another. Erwin stole the bottle back, and Levi dug up the cigarettes.
He used to smoke as a kid, but then he'd found out that it was disgusting, unhygienic and unhealthy and had stopped it. But right now he didn't give a rat's ass.
Levi brought a cigarette between his lips and pulled out the matchbox from his pocket. He glanced at his injured hand, then back at the box.
"Hey, Erwin, do you mind?" he mumbled, and the commander grabbed the matches. He lit the fire as Levi leaned closer. The man inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs and didn't give a shit how bad it was for him. He let out a pleased sigh and offered it to Erwin, who took it without a second thought.
"Hey look", Levi nodded towards the forest. He could hear commotion and twigs snapping. Erwin passed the cigarette back to the captain, who brought it back to his lips.
"What the hell?" a distant voice yelled from the forest. Levi recognised it to be Connie's.
"Captain? Commander?" screamed another. Sasha.
Neither of them had the energy to move a muscle or answer, for that matter. Levi's squad appeared from the forest, Eren and Hanji in the lead. The look on the brat's face was a mixture of disbelief and 'what the fuck', but Hanji just grinned at them.
"How nice of you to join us", Erwin grimaced at the woman.
"Nice", stated Jean.
"What happened? How did you escape?" asked Mikasa, eyeing at the bottles. "You're just sitting here, drinking, and… smoking."
Levi grunted, bringing the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling entreatingly.
"You look like hell, captain", Eren finally said, staring at the captain, eyeing at his injuries. "And what the shit did you do to your hand?
Levi glared at him wearily. "Fuck you, Jaeger."
Jeez, congratulations, you managed to make me feel so guilty for not updating that I had to abandon everything else and just get this out there.
So I guess it's been a while and I owe you guys a huge apology. I have not abandoned this fic, I promise, and I do intend to continue, especially because of my new-found inspiration. You won't have to wait for the next chapter for half a year :'D
I simply got so many reviews on this fic and like five of the last ones have been like please update please please and I just kind of finally squeezed it out. And the reviews have been really frequent, like how did you guys even find this fic? Has someone added it to a thread or some story compilation or something, because if so I'd love to know :o It would be so cool.
So there, I hope you enjoyed it... maybe? ;_; I wanted to do a Levi-Erwin chapter, so... that's that. There are some references, too. I got the idea of you're trapped in here with us from the series Supernatural, episode 12x9. And the part where Erwin shoots his shoulder in order to kill the bad guy is inspired from the ending of Die Hard 4 :D Don't hate me!
Supergurkan: My dear, loyal Supergurkan. I'm so sorry I left you hanging like this. I'm happy that you enjoyed the story and I always love reading your comments, they make me smile so much (also, I know how church camping trips can be a bit of a bore, so I'm glad I could assist you on that;))
Silver skys: Interesting? If you say so :D Cheers!
Guests 1&2: So glad you found it fantastic, Guest 2 :3 I hope you both enjoy this one, too!
Guest 3: Your comment made me feel so good :3 Not many people realise that it's okay to take the time you need but I must say, I needed a kick to the butt. A wake up call. But your comment made me smile real hard, so thank you.
Hyorinmaru Kills: I laughed my ass off when I saw your comment, no kidding xD Sorry for the cliffhanger, again!
Guest 4: I'm sorry, please love me. I hope you enjoyed this ;_;
TearsForTheDead: No I have not abandoned the story, I will continue with and be more active with my updates from now on ;D I'm so glad to hear that my scribbles have brought up emotions, that means much to me. And I don't know how I come up with this stuff, it's random as fuck I know xD