This has now been edited (yay!). If there are still mistakes please please please let me know so I can fix them. I changed a few things around, but nothing major. I literally drew out the entire floor plan of the base so I will follow that. If you want me to post a picture of that I can, just let me know! Also the symbol I describe in this chapter is the cover art for the story! Ok I'll shut up now so you can read!

Disclaimer:
Sys: Levi-san is mine! Mine I tell you, mine! You can't have him Isayama!
Levi: I am not yours, I'm not anyones shitty brat.
Sys: Levi-san! Don't be so mean!
Levi: Tch

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He could feel the cool metal of the blade held in his hand. He took a few calming breaths before pulling his arm back and letting the knife fly. It hurtled end over end straight towards the human shaped target almost 50 feet away.

Wham! The blade struck the target right on the money.

Again he picked up another knife and, holding it by the blade, threw it towards the target. He did this a few more times and each time the knife sunk in right where he wanted it. By the end there were a total of knifes sticking from the target: one in each knee, two in the chest, and one in the center of the head.

Eren smiled to himself as he walked down the throwing range to collect his knifes. Each knife had been custom made for him and they were by far his favorite weapons. While he was skilled with basically everything else, nothing gave him as much joy as his knives.

He was just reaching for his last knife when he heard the doors to the training room open.

A man walked in with shaggy blond hair and plain brown eyes; Eren could never remember his name, and didn't really care to try.

"You're father wants to see you." was all he said before walking back out of the room.

I wonder what he wants this time.

Eren slowly put away his knives and rolled up the little carrying case he kept them in, strapping it to his thigh as he walked out the door. Taking a left he followed the smooth stone wall down the pitch black hallway to his room. The walls were worn down from so many years of people trailing their hands along it to find their way.

Out of habit Eren reached out and felt along the wall like everyone else, but unlike everyone else he had been born down here, had learned to walk in these corridors, had basically lived inside this darkness his whole life.

The entire base consisted of three levels; the deeper you went the more complex the layout was. The only thing above ground was a garage that they used as a cover as well as a place to park all the members' cars and motorcycles. Eren even had a motorcycle of his own, though he hadn't really gotten the chance to use it yet. The first level of the base consisted mostly of two-person bedrooms with a large common area where people ate and gathered for social activities. The first floor also contained an infirmary and a storage area. There were two stairways down to the second level: one from the common room and one from the storage room hidden behind a wall of cabinets.

The stairs down from the storage room led to the armory and only those of higher rank knew about them. It allowed easy access to the armory when shipments came in. The second set of stairs from the common room led down into another open area on the second floor. This space was also used for recreational activities; there was even a small tattoo parlor in the room. Eren was planning on stopping by sometime, but he hadn't quite decided what to get yet.

The second floor was more complicated to navigate than the first and contained rooms of more importance. On the second floor was the armory, training room, shooting range, library, map room, gallery, and also Eren's bedroom. The stairs down to the deepest level were hidden in the gallery behind a large tapestry emblazoned with the gang's symbol: a circle of black bricks surrounded by blue, inside the bricks was a blue circle with a red four pointed star in the middle that was lighter at the top and darker at the bottom. Eren had his own personal set of stairs that led down to his father's study.

The third and deepest level was by far the most complicated. The majority of the third floor was just a maze of random corridors specifically designed to mislead anyone who didn't know exactly where they were going. The main room on this level was the operations room where all of the planning took place. Grisha's study and personal room were also on this floor. He had his own set of hallways that ran to the operations room and between his study and his personal room.

The only places in the base that had lights were the rooms. All of the hallways and stairwells were completely shrouded in darkness. The entire place was a maze, intended to confuse anyone who managed to infiltrate the underground base, which had never, ever happened before. The only people who even knew where it was located were those in the gang; no one had ever even managed to locate their above ground garage.

For most who were part of the gang, they relied on touch and counting steps to navigate the underground, but Eren knew the place like the back of his hand. He hardly had to think anymore; just let his feet carry him where he wanted to go. Of course it helped that his night vision was extremely acute.

One of the perks of hardly ever setting foot above ground he guessed. He had only been outside the base a handful of times when he was younger. Now that he had grown his father forbade him from leaving the base.

Once he got to his room he changed out of his sweaty clothes and made his way down his private staircase to his fathers study on the lowest level.

His father was the leader of the notorious gang oh so aptly named "The Wall". He had heard the rumors about it once been a peaceful group aiming for justice, but had never experienced that himself. The only thing Eren had known in all his 15 years of living was violence and blood. His father only sought to strengthen his power and spread his control over the whole city.

Eren hated it; hated everything The Wall stood for, but most of all Eren hated his father.

Grisha was cold and heartless; he cared for no one but himself and would do anything it took to keep himself on top.

This was the only reason that Eren was still alive. Grisha needed an heir to his mighty empire and Eren was his only option. It was clear to Grisha early on that his son did not have the same ideals as the man himself, so to keep him in line Grisha beat and intimidated him into submission.

Once he made it to the bottom of the stairs Eren took a few deep breaths, steeling himself for whatever waited beyond that door. He opened to door to find Grisha sitting at his desk, hands steepled beneath his chin.

"Son." was all he said as Eren entered.

"Father." The word felt like acid on his tongue, but Eren learned the hard way not to address Grisha by his given name.

"You are almost 16 years of age now. Do you know what this means?"

Eren shook his head. Where is he going with this?

"Well, I think it's time you take on more responsibility. Starting tomorrow you will choose your own squad and begin planning operations with me. My wish is that you will learn the skills needed to take over The Wall when I'm gone."

Eren was speechless as his father explained. He did not want more responsibility and he most definitely didn't want his own squad. Eren liked what he did now, which was nothing. He could spend all day honing his combat skills and doing whatever he wanted. Now he would actually have to be involved in the affairs of the gang. He would be directly involved in the blackmail and murder the gang was notorious for.

But he knew better than to refuse. Grisha would beat his ass to a pulp if he so much as raised a finger against his wishes.

"Yes father. Is that all?" Eren felt sick to his stomach. He needed to get out.

"You may leave." Eren quickly bowed, turning towards the door and throwing it open. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the top.

Flopping down on the bed, Eren finally let out his feelings. He yelled and cried as anger and guilt overwhelmed him.

After about an hour he had finally calmed down. He was lucky to make it out of that study without a scratch. He though for sure Grisha had called him there to beat him again.

Eren began to think about what he had to do. If he was really going to do this, then he need to pick people he could trust; that excluded pretty much all of the members older than himself. In total there were about 200 members in The Wall, the majority being in their late twenties or older. However, lately there had been some new comers who were almost the same age as Eren. These were the ones he wanted on his squad. They hadn't yet been brainwashed by his father and still had their own ideas about the world. They were like him.

From the twenty or so teenagers, Eren liked maybe half that many and of those there were only a few he felt he could trust. Those included Connie, Sasha, Armin, Mikasa, and Marco.

Of course if he asked Marco he felt certain he would have to bring Jean along; the two were practically inseparable. How Marco got along with him he would never know. He wasn't sure he trusted the guy, but Jean would do anything Marco said, so he supposed he was alright. That made a total of seven including himself.

Eren pushed himself off his bed and proceeded to make his way to the first level. Taking a left out of his room he followed the corridor into the lower common room and made his way up the stairs into the common room on the first level.

He was not surprised to find Sasha and Connie sitting at the tables shoveling food in their mouths.

"Hey guys, meet me in the training room in 5. There something I wanna talk to you about." The Sasha stopped eating food long enough to reply and then commenced stuffing her face again. Connie simply flashed him a thumbs up.

Continuing on he walked to the right edge of the common room and walked out into the hallway.

He took the second right and found himself in Mikasa's room. "Hey Mikasa, meet me in the training room in 5. I need to talk to you."

"Ok Eren. What is this about?" He should've known she would pry. Mikasa was always so protective of him. That was part of the reason why he picked her. Also because she was the best fighter he knew, that had a little something to do with it too.

"Just meet me there ok?" Before she could answer he turned and walked out of her room, but he quickly popped his head back in, "Oh, do you know where Armin is?"

"Library." was all she said. He should've known. That boy was a bookworm; he practically lived in the library. If he wasn't in there, he was in the map room pouring over maps of the world. He wanted to travel the world one day, so he was doing everything he could to learn about it while he was stuck in this godforsaken city.

Moving on Eren just happened to run into Marco on his way back to the common room.

"Hey man, training room in 5, bring horseface." Marco replied in affirmation and chuckled at Eren's childish nickname for Jean—no one could deny that he looked like a horse, not even Marco.

He walked back down the stairs and entered the hallway on the right side of the lower common room. He walked a few yards and then took a right. He passed two hallways, one on each side, but continued going straight until he entered the library.

There he found a small blond boy sitting amongst piles and piles of books, almost completely hidden behind the stacks.

"Hey Armin." The boy jumped, not having heard him come in.

"Hey Eren, what's up?"

"Come with me to the training room, will ya?" The blond looked perplexed, but followed the brunette out into the hall anyway.

He retraced his steps back to the lower common room and walked towards to door directly across from them. Walking past his room, the two entered the training room to find everyone already present.

"Good everyone's here!" Eren clapped his hands together to get everyone's attention.

"Ok, I'll make this short and sweet. Grisha asked my to put together my own squad and I choose you guys. Everyone cool with that?" The group looked shocked; well, all except Mikasa, she rarely showed any emotion.

It was Armin who spoke up first. "It's great that you're getting your own squad and all, but why us? Surely there were better people you could've picked."

Eren knew this question was coming. Being some of the youngest members of a large gang, they certainly were not the most talented or skilled people he could've picked, but his choice wasn't about that.

"Unless you're choice wasn't about that." Armin always was the smartest of all of them.

"You're right, it wasn't. Well, I suppose you will find out soon enough." He glanced around making sure no one was around. "Grisha and I don't exactly see eye to eye. I don't like what this gang stands for and I want to take him down."

Everyone gasped at that. They were shocked to here the heir to The Wall speak so bluntly about his true intentions.

Eren ignored their shock and continued on. "I need people who I can trust, so that I can make this happen, and so I'm asking all of you. Can I trust you?"

The six teenagers looked around the room at each other, trying to gage what the others were thinking.

This time it was Mikasa who spoke up. "I'm in."

"Me too!" "And me!" Connie and Sasha yelled.

"Of course I'll help you." was what Marco said.

"If he's in, I'm in." Jean replied, looking rather bored with the whole situation

That only left Armin. Eren glanced at the boy he considered to be his best friend. He saw the calculating look in his eye and began to worry.

"We won't be able to do it by ourselves. We'll need outside help." This time it was Eren who was shocked. Of course he didn't really expect the blond to refuse, but he wasn't quite ready to start planning his take over just yet.

"Right, that's what our missions will be about then. Gathering intel and outside connections." Eren felt a little better about having to lead his own squad now that he had chosen his team.

"We will have to hid our true intentions if we want to do this. Everything will have to be coded and our real plans can never be discussed out in the open." Armin said.

"That's what you're here for Armin!" Eren laughed. "You're the best tactician and strategist in this place, I know you can handle it." Eren almost couldn't believe how easy it had been to convince them to help him. Hell he didn't really even do anything; they were just blindly following his lead.

"Ok, for now we can relax. We don't have to start planning anything until tomorrow; that's when I'll need to present my selection to Grisha. Starting tomorrow we will officially be 'undercover'."

"Oh! Can we get cool code names!" Connie shouted.

"No way idiot, I'm not doing that shit. Knowing Eren, mine will be something stupid." Jean did not seem too happy about Connie's idea, but Eren loved it.

"We are totally doing code names! Don't give me that look Jean." Jean was scowling at Eren; with his eyes narrowed and nose scrunched up he looked even more like a horse. "I'll be nice and let you pick your own names, horseface."

At the sound of his nickname, Jean's scowl deepened, but soon relaxed as he process what Eren had said.

"Ugh, fine."

Eren looked around at everyone else and they all nodded in agreement, Sasha and Connie looking much more excited than the others.

By the time the group had left the training room it was almost midnight. Eren was so tired he could barely make it back to his room. Luckily it was right next to the training room so he didn't have to go to far. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep, for once having dreams about a bright, sunny sky, rather than the dreary, underground world he knew.

Somewhere across the city, Levi was just getting ready for bed. He was exhausted from another hard days work that resulted in nothing. For years he had been searching for a way to take down The Wall, but he never even came close.

He thought being a former member, freaking heir to the throne, would give him an advantage, but it didn't seem to matter. When he left, The Wall moved its' base and seemingly changed everything about how it operated. Levi couldn't even catch a whiff of the gang until after they had struck. As the leader of his own gang, he need to find a lead soon or his subordinates wouldn't be so willing to follow him anymore.

But as he got in bed that night he had a hopeful feeling. He didn't know why, but he felt like something was about to change.

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