A/N: I decided to continue on this story and hear the wishes of those who reviewed. Your silence after reading sends negativity in my mind and doesn't motivate me to write an update, it won't hurt to leave an inspiring review to me, ne?

Warning, this chapter is rather messed up. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Home

Tapping his foot on the ground while vigorously rolling numbers on the telephone's keypad, Eren nearly broke the mouth piece mounted on its stand in half with his tight grip, his rash actions was obvious to the couple seated on a couch behind him. Levi and Mikasa had told him to calm down not long ago but there was just no helping to ease his nerves. "Why the hell are they taking so long to answer?!"

Earlier, Eren had arrived — banged through their door to be exact, he was at his peak of going in the Military Police's HQ and give them a piece of his mind about his still missing son but Mikasa suggested him to make his way to their home instead before he could make things more complicated.

However, no one could really blame him when he was in fact, a single parent which served much pressure on him but he grew used to the hardships eventually.

Eren took on both roles of a loving mother and a protective father, he knew that it was a no easy walk at the park, but seeing his son grow up was much more fulfilling than anything he experienced in his entire life even if it was just the two of them living under one roof. It made him happy after finally having a family of his own. He had a new reason to live for because he loved his son with all his heart and soul, his son was the last precious gift from the woman he fell in loved with.

But his parent role had worsen his temper each time his son was in peril no matter how trivial it may be.

"Sit the fuck down, Eren," Levi suggested harshly, he wasn't a fan of seeing one of Eren's outbursts but there was no stopping him from his raging shenanigans and though he could understand how he felt as a father himself, there were just things they couldn't do in their position. They needed to trust the Military Police.

A few seconds flew by and Eren had his call answered after so many attempts, "Sir, please calm down, you've been calling us every ten minutes," the man on the other end pointed out, "As we have said, we'll inform you immediately as soon as we locate your son."

Before the officer on the phone could say more, his eardrum nearly gave up on him when Eren got more impatient and started raising his voice a notch, "I AM CALM. I'M HUMANITY'S CALMEST PERSON!" He continued on complaining at how lax the Military Police was during the crisis.

"That guy doesn't realize that telling Eren to calm down is like telling him to take a shit in his titan form," Levi jested in the background, which earned him a sharp elbow on the ribs from his wife. He clicked his tongue and didn't say anything much further, who knows what that elbow could do next.

"Haa?! Might take another day?!" Eren asked through gritted teeth. Each day without his son was a torture and missing for another day would be the death of him.

Hearing another delayed and failed attempt to find their missing children, Levi snapped into his 'fatherly-worried-instincts' and snatched the telephone's mouth piece from Eren, "You dipshits —"

But before the two men could rage their lungs out at the poor man on the phone, Mikasa had taken their privilege to have their hands on the telephone, she gestured them to take a seat on the couch and so she handled the man on the other line, "I'm deeply sorry for all of that. We won't cause further interruptions on your behalf." With that, she hung up then focused her cold and unforgiving glare at the men with her, "You two are not helping the situation."

Levi only blinked and shot back his rebuttal, "Oh? Was it me who threatened the MP into burying them alive earlier?"

"Then Mikasa, you're no different from us, you know," Eren added but Mikasa gave an empty reaction in return, she didn't want an argument.

His deep green eyes shut tight and produced a soft groan of disappointment, he leaned against the couch and spoke, "I get that there's a possibility of the kids getting taken out of the wall which would take much longer to find them... but not knowing what's really happening to them now... I can't help but easily lose my cool."

He clenched his hands into fists on his lap, his nails digging into his palms.

Worriedly, Mikasa took a seat in between the men, her hand gently squeezed Eren's trembling knuckle. "I know," her voice was also in pain as her face was lowered to hide the small droplets of tears threatening to fall from her glassy eyes. The raven-haired woman still hadn't lost her deep and soft spot for Eren as she attempted to comfort him, but she was married now, even small acts of skin contact with other men was something Levi wouldn't permit, not even for an adoptive brother. Levi eyed them both with his feral and stern gaze, his brows scrunched together and when Mikasa had noticed it, she withdrew her hand from Eren who fell silent in her comforts.

"Lately, the damn criminals are taking advantage of the temporary freedom beyond the walls, they take their loot or victims and make hideouts there," Levi broke through the hanging silence in the air as he stated what he had read in newspapers lately.

Mikasa nodded in agreement, "Should we go there ourselves? I believe we don't need permission, you're in command after all," she said to Levi.

"I see no reason not to, but it's the dead of the night, we won't see shit out there even with torches."

"Let's make a run for it before dawn. We wouldn't want the MP interrupt our own search operations," Eren finally spoke up after he had collected his thoughts.

Waiting for the results from the Military Police was a waste of time, they were only going around in circles, pissing themselves at the idea of crossing beyond the walls to look for the missing children. They had to take their own actions and think outside the box as time ticked continuously with no avail.

It was an hour before dawn when they sneaked into the stables and got onto their horses. The curfew around town made everything smoother, there was no civilian out on the roads except for several polices walking on patrol, but they weren't much of a problem.

Hurriedly, they went straight for the portcullis of the wall and Levi had ordered the guards to lift it up by a fraction just enough for them to pass through to avoid several more noises from its clattering metals.

They would definitely not spare the lives of the criminals who abducted their children.

Meanwhile...

"The damn girl bit me when I tried to feed her, do you think she has rabies?" the skinhead fugitive showed his bleeding wrist at his partner, "It's bleeding like hell!"

"John, shut the hell up and be on the lookout. I'm sending a greeting message to their parents," the blond and taller man, named Tony stated, "these kids won't budge from where they are. They can't be trusted with the ransom deal."

He side glanced at little Emily quietly watching them from a distance, "There's still time," he smirked savagely at her, almost looking like he'd eat her whole.

"You sure have odd tastes with kids, I'll give you that. I'll be right at the gate," John wrapped some cloth around his bleeding wrist and made his way out, leaving the children with Tony.

Emily had gone alarmed when she heard the door slammed shut behind the grinning fugitive. The man slowly approached her and he looked into her face with hunger in his eyes. Not good.

He lifted her chin with his long index finger and Emily's hateful glare clashed his malicious stare, "You look very similar to your beautiful mom. Very, very fucking beautiful," his tongue flicked out of his mouth and touched her cheek, savoring the youthful and smooth skin of the child. Emily almost vomited, her stomach churning at the torture. When he was satisfied with her reactions, he removed the gag on her mouth to hear her response.

"You'll lose your tongue!" Instead, it was the blond boy who reacted first.

"Shut it, brat. Just watch," the fugitive snickered as he untangled his belt from his waists and throwing it to the ground. And his protruding tent on his crotch was apparent. Emily had noticed it but she didn't know what it was, though it still had frightened the girl, it was a peeking monstrosity to her.

Emily froze as she witnessed the man in front of her unzip his slacks, her lips trembled and so were her limbs. She shifted her frightened gaze to her friend, "Martin..." she pleaded and he only nodded in compliance.

She shut her eyes when the fugitive had released his hardened member, she didn't want to see it, she only hoped Martin —

The boy's grumbling cry resonated in her ears and when she opened her eyelids, Martin tackled Tony to the ground, his small hands squeezing his throat, "Hurry Emily!" the boy struggled keeping the large man underneath him still, "RUN!"

Tony was shocked to see that both of the kids were free of the ropes bound on their wrists and legs all along, wearing the restraints as to fool them. He didn't have much time to think about how they freed themselves when he was about to run out of air in his lungs. He effortlessly pushed off Martin and gathered some oxygen he lost. When he recovered after a few seconds, he finally registered what was happening- his hardened member exposed like a sore thumb and the viciously looking children that circled him like a prey. Tough luck for him, the kids were smart but he was still stronger, or so he thought.

Martin stood up and quickly took out a knife from his pocket that he swiftly swiped on the table earlier, but Emily ran ahead of him, unarmed with any weapons, she launched her small fist at the larger man but the fugitive caught it and squeezed it hard enough to make the girl scream, the cracking of bones was heard. He liked the pain he rendered on her.

Little did Tony knew that Martin had already moved from his very spot. He was gone. Before he could scan the area for the boy, he felt a cold touch around his member and there he was beside him, his other hand with a knife, ready to cut him down. "SHIT!" he hissed and released Emily from his grip to avoid Martin but his wrist was already strained by the girl's small hands to keep him in place.

"We won't hurt you, mister... much."

The fugitive could only struggle helplessly as dread crawled all over his body and his eyes followed the knife rose on the air and quickly descended to his shaft, severing it from him in a blink.

He screamed in agony as the pain poisoned his body, Emily released him, her eyes dark and iced, "FUCK! DON'T KILL ME!" He pleaded, his hands covering where his manhood used to be, but his pleas couldn't seem to reach the children.

"I still think he needs to lose his tongue," Martin said.

"I think so too," she rubbed off the spot on her cheek where the man had soiled her skin. They watched Tony writhed on his own blood, "He almost killed us, but we have to leave now." Emily eyed the door, the other fugitive must have heard the ruckus and was now banging the door and tampering the knob open.

"Right. Quick! Through the window!"

The children ran through the woods in hopes they'd find home.

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