This chapter was hard to write...if I keep writing more about this city would only be a waste of time.
You asked about Ereri scenes and that's what I'll do (because I like yaoi... ERERI FTW!)
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Thanks for read. I'm so happy!
I'll add more gothic themes, castles with gargoyles and skulls...
By the way... if anyone is interested I'm blood-pleasures from deviant art.
I updated some fanarts there.
I hope you all keep reading!
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Shingeki no kyojin isn't mine.
English isn't my mother language =)
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Yuki Kiryuu - Irvin is hunting Rivaille hahaha... OMG
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CHAPTER 8
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Eren was startled by the noise of the explosion and grabbed his leg tightly.
The foundations that underpin the mansion fell.
A low growl was heard from the man at his feet, his neck was hung, he smiled in a grotesque way.
Rivaille shot four times as he fell back screaming.
He groaned as blood flowed from his lifeless eyes.
Eren stopped the vomit with their hands, holding his breath.
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"The torch... they can die with fire... I've seen it happen here"
Eren pulled the hem of his robes once more to draw his attention, dragging yourself with a broken leg.
He felt much pain, his eyes watered but he spoke in a decided voice.
There was no other option, the dead were approaching without hesitation.
Rivaille thrown the torch on top of wooden boxes, piled with skulls that caught fire.
Some of them were rotting. The crackling resembled a whimper of eternal pain.
He had no time to think of some kind of strategy at that moment.
The explosion was probably Jean's fault. If this bastard survived he would be the first to die by their hands.
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Eren was so fragile... he thought that a simple act of holding him will hurt his body much more.
How he managed to survive malnourished was a mystery.
The thin, bony hand loosened his leg, falling to the ground.
He gave him a tired look, as if he was expecting a shot in his direction.
His eyes gazed at him for a few seconds, he was calm and serene with a small smile on his face, until everything was consumed by dust. . . .
Rivaille no longer cared about the cries.
The trail of blood was covered by sand, remembering Arena...a famous place of struggle between gladiators.
He was not breathing that filthy air because he wore the black mask...but how long Eren was enclosed in that place waiting to die?
Why he accepted death so easily?
His heart raced... him, the man who had control of life and death was worried because he can't save a young slim and filthy boy who fainted in his arms.
His eyes closed for a few seconds until his mind took control of the situation.
Determined, Rivaille pressed the body against his and ran for the exit.
The gun was swinging in the holster.
The fire has consumed much of the basement, many doctors disappeared in the shadows, leaving behind their monstrous experiments, many of them was eating parts of those who still living.
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He went through a narrow corridor with pieces of glass pointed at both ends.
His hand touched the wall for balance Eren against his body. Was when he realized that the wall was completely covered with pieces of glass, cutting his arm in the process.
The floor was also covered with thorns.
A red liquid dripped from the top to the ground like drops of blood.
Rivaille looked up and saw severed heads hanging limply in iron stakes. One of them fell near his feet, breaking in half while worms leave the cavity of his eyes and nose.
The putrid smell of decomposition carried the air.
They followed them.
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Pieces of their bodies were left behind as the monsters walked slowly.
They felt no pain while the thorns scratched their legs.
Rivaille could shoot them all but he never let Eren fall, the way is to keep walking among thorns, avoiding the body of his beautiful prisoner.
He was at a disadvantage until another layer of dust blinded his vision.
The mansion fell. He covered Eren's mouth with his handkerchief, it was dangerous to inhale more toxic gas.
Even without seeing anything for a few minutes the monsters still pursued them.
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Rivaille opted to suppress their pain and ran as fast as possible there.
It made no sense to control your footsteps when it was in darkness.
Eren grabbed his clothes and sighed.
Rivaille endured the pain and bit his tongue to keep from screaming.
Broken glass and thorns entered their skin like sharp daggers pierced the enemy.
He no longer felt those monsters so close, the grunts and screams were more distant.
There was nowhere to run.
The smoke still impaired his vision but gradually the outline of some bodies have become present.
A pit was dug and many shattered bodies were half buried.
One of the monsters was leaning against the glass wall. The thorns came from inside your body, he panted heavily, watching Rivaille that did not spare a second look at him.
They managed to escape to the other side of Trost, away from the central square.
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Eren regained consciousness, clutching his chest, refusing to look back.
No trace of the masked men, they saw only pain, smoke, fire and many people killed under wooden beams on the other side of the river.
Rivaille walked away, still Eren clung to him as if in a trance.
The square that was once colorful and lively was now in ruins, showing a cruel and dystopian reality.
The only color that prevailed was red that resemble to blood, fire and pain along with the black smoke that give off a smell of rotting flesh burned in air.
Around them people are desperate, faces taken by pain, without beautiful masks.
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Many of them was enjoying eternal sleep right now, some people died serene, other shattered, some crying, some smiling, some is still bleeding.
The death haunted the place bringing sadness, Rivaille looked to a couple of lovers that died holding arms, in the same way that he was holding the Eren's body.
A child cried as he ran in the crowd, helpless with blood on their hands.
He pushed Eren closer to his chest. He did not want him to change... Rivaille had Eren's innocence and he would be the first to break it.
He will keep his sleep from nightmares.
It's better not look at this cruel world.
His feet jumped one of charred bodies, one of many with brains exposed to a feast of crows.
They moved away as soon as possible from that place.
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BONUS
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"Where are we going?" Eren asked weakly.
Rivaille not answered, leaving the screams and people for behind.
He had a feeling that was still listening to the funeral march.
His eyes caught sight of a ship crowded with a lot of people.
"Thanks for saving me but I'll never get used to see people with these masks" Eren broke the silence. "I am indebted to you. I would like to see your face. I will do anything to show my gratitude."
Rivaille stopped and leaned Eren next to a tree with dead branches, avoiding pressing his injured leg.
Eren slowly touched the mask, revealing a face with an angular nose and thin lips... Eren shocked when he saw those eyes.
The more beautiful and cruel eyes he saw in his whole life.
His body shuddered, before collapsing he whispered only a word. His name.
