Chapter 2.
"no, No, NO you stupid bastard!" Kenny yelled over at the five-year old Levi. "Fucking do it right! The way I showed you!"
Levi nodded understandingly. He raised the gun to his eyes and took a few breaths. He kept both eyes opened. Nothing annoyed Kenny more than people who close one eye. If you want a decent shot, you open both eyes he'd say.
Focusing on the deer than ran through the forest, he pulled the trigger. It was very rare to find deers now a days. To have deer meat and deer cloth was very expensive to the point only the king could actually afford to pay for it.
The bullet zoomed through the trees, missing plants and birds as it crossed till it smacked the deer right on the behind. Bullseye. It still tried to limp away, fighting for its life. Levi then aimed for the head. Pulling the trigger again, he missed and hit the middle of its body. The deer moved about helplessly in complete pain.
A hard smack fell on the back of Levi's head and he collapsed to the ground. The raven-haired boy rubbed the back of his head and looked up at his mentor, Kenny.
"You stupid little shit. You fuckin' missed! That's what I get for taking in a bastard! Son of a whore!" he spat at the child. "Jesus fucking Christ almighty. Go skin it and make yourself useful, bastard." Kenny threw a knife at Levi's head.
The knife missed only by a millimetre and slammed right into the ground beside him. Levi sighed but took the blade from the earth and ran to the injured animal. The animal lay with its eyes glued to Levi. Levi looked at the animal with no emotion on his face before he stabbed the knife into its throat and sliced it, ending its pitiful life.
He'd have loved to actually skin it alive but he decided not too. It would move about and right now, he couldn't afford making any more mistakes.
When Levi made a certain amount of mistakes, Kenny wouldn't feed him for a week. Levi barely grew because of the lack of vitamins his body needed.
Living with Kenny was hard. After watching his teenage mother die in front of him, an injured Kenny yanked him with him to his hideout. Levi was chained to the walls. He refused to show any emotions as all he could think about was his mother Sofia. How she told him to live no matter what!
Many times did Levi grab his butter knife that Kenny gave him when he was eating, just to stab him with it. He always seemed to miss. Kenny would strike a blow to his head which made him pass out. Many times Kenny threatened to kill the kid but he couldn't deny the kid had balls for someone as young as him.
After many times of trying, Levi succeeded Kenny in stabbing Kenny's hand. He was waiting for another chance to stab him as well as another clipping around the back of the head but it never came. Kenny would grab the knife and hold it to his chest and told Levi: "If you're going to stab me, stab me properly or don't fuckin' do it at all."
Since then, Kenny showedd Levi how to use knives. At first it was nothing big. He was showing him where to stab- the vital areas to stab if he wanted a quick death or places to avoid if he wanted them to suffer. It worked both ways. Kenny had somehow got his hands on a dart set- probably from one of the many military police he killed. With this, he taught Levi how to aim.
They then went to bigger targets; targets Kenny made and ones Levi practised throwing knives at. By the time Levi was four, he was a master at knife throwing. Every morning he'd get up and practice throwing knives- hitting the target perfectly and every night before he went to bed- same result.
When Levi was sleeping one night and Kenny was out on another killing spree, military police tracked down Kenny's hideout and found the young boy. Levi was a light sleeper. Ever since his mum and James died, he'd suffer from nightmares. Many nights, he'd wet the bed which pissed Kenny off. It got to the point where Levi never actually slept at night, instead, he'd just lie with his eyes closed- resting them but still conscious of everything.
When they barged through the door, Levi threw his head up in complete shock. The Military Police looked at him confused.
"Hey! What's a kid doing here!?" questioned a man.
"He probably holds information." a low female's voice spoke up. "Take him for questioning."
The group approached the young boy with a cloth, rope and a sack. They were ready to gag him, tie him up and throw him in a sack and be away with him. Levi didn't know how to react. He was only four! He clutched his pillow not understanding what to do. That's when Sofia' voice ran through his head; No matter who they are, you will keep fighting. Military Police or not, they needed to die before they took Levi and possibly kill him first. But what with? That's when Kenny's voice came in, right after Sofia's. If you're going to stab me, stab me properly or don't fuckin' do it at all.
Levi looked at a bag hung over one of the ends of the beds. This bag had all the knives Levi used to train with. As they closed in, Levi grabbed the bag. At thst point the Military Police stopped and looked at each other.
"What's he got in his hands?" asked one.
"A knife?" they all laughed. "Like that's gonna stop-"
Immediately, one throw was all it took to hit his heart and a soldier plopped to the ground. On the opposite end of the group, Levi threw another knife. The same thing happened.
"Quickly!" yelled the woman's voice from before. "Catch the little shit!"
Levi was a pro. It couldn't be denied. He never missed one of his targets. It got to the point they were jut dropping one after the other, as if he was playing a game of dominoes. Pathetic.
Levi's eyes widened in horror afterwards. It was one thing to practise throwing knives, but it was another to take a life. Even at such a young age. He shook and couldn't help but stare at the lifeless beady eyes of the people he just sent to their deaths. Inside, he felt like a monster. Monster. Levi curled into a ball and put his hands over his ears and rocked himself backwards and forwards, tears blinding him.
"Dirty..." he muttered. "It's filthy! Must clean! Must clean!"
Levi got the bucket of water out and the scrub brush and began to scrub the floors till the point you could eat your food off it. He didn't stop there. He brushed the floors, dusted everything in sight before running a mop around the walls and roof. When everything was pristine, the child still wasn't satisfied. Levi got the scrubbing brush out and began to tare the skin off his hands with it.
"Not...clean." he'd chant. All Levi saw was blood-soaked hands; their bloods on his hands. Even you knowhere was nothing on his hands, he kept scrubbing till. A few seconds of scrubbing and soon their was blood on his hands. Except it wasn't their blood, but his blood.
Kenny came back and felt very proud. Now it was on to the next stage of his training. Guns.
Clearly, something died in Levi that day he took his first life (lives.) Never did the young boy show any emotion apart from boredom and anger. Kenny was loving his death glare. Made him shiver too.
"You're going to become a good killer someday." Kenny would joke and throw his head back to cackle.
Now here they were. Five years old and practising with guns. Levi had become very good with the gun but needed to practise on moving targets so Kenny decided hunting animals was the way. Levi was still shaky on it, but he was still young and had a lot of practise to go through.
With the knife in hand, Levi began to skin the deer without hesitation. Within seconds, his work was done.
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By the time summer was over, Levi was an expert on using guns. Now in the mornings, he'd throw knives. Before chores, he'd practice the gun. After chores, he'd practise with the gun. Training, gun practice again. Then, before he went to bed, daggers again. Never did he stop practising.
When Levi hit the age of six, Kenny started showing him how to sword fight. Of course, useless at the start but by the time he was seven, he was a master. Kenny didn't know what it was that Levi had. May it be the passion to fight? Or maybe to kill? Either way, Levi was picking up lessons in a year that it would take masters more than five years to master.
Levi by the time he was eight was able to through knives, use a gun, sword fight and was now practising on hand-to-hand-combat. It took less than a month for Levi to perfect that. He then started practising long lost and nearly forgotten martial arts. Every morning, he found himself doing push ups WITH HIS FINGERS! He also began to run for straight five hours- no, not run, SPRINT. Even then, he could go further if he had the right food to eat, but Kenny still liked to punish the boy.
The two sat the dinner table with the awkward silence. Well, it wasn't awkward as suck. They spent five years eating like this. Kenny cleared his throat and immediately, Levi dropped his fork and looked up at him with a blank expression.
"I think you should go into town tomorrow to pick up some good fresh bread from the bakery. I'm sick of this steel shit! I've got money from the Military Police that I got you can have."
"Why not just steal the fuckin' bread?" Levi cursed.
"Because young bastard, we don't want to draw any attention to ourselves. You're doing well so far with the people from the Military that manage to track us down. Keep it up boy."
"Tch." Levi replied. Kenny chuckled. "Just like your whore of a mother."
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Levi went into town the next day while Kenny was out 'doing business' (mostly visiting brothels or gambling or drinking.)
Levi had his hands in his pocket. Inside his pocket was his favourite knife, the money for the bread and a gun. There was also a few knives strapped to his legs that were covered by his bag trousers. He wore a jacket with a gun in the inside. He may have been wearing poor clothes but he made sure they were clean and he was too. They no longer smelled and that made Levi somewhat feel at ease but on the back of his mind he kept thinking 'filthy'.
The eight year old walked into Church's Bakery in around the Wall Rose area. The Military Police were tracking Kenny down too easily so Kenny and Levi moved out of Wall Sina. At night, Kenny would enter Wall Sina to kill some more. Kenny had obtained his own 3DMG. Well...not exactly his own. He killed to get it. What a surprise. Kenny promised to give Levi his own for his ninth birthday/ Christmas.
Levi was quite young to be practising on it though; yet he didn't care. Trainees usually start practising the 3DMG when they're around twelve or thirteen years old yet here he is, going to start before he's even reached the age of ten.
Church's Bakery wasn't the best bakery he'd seen in his life. Sina had betters ones all around the joint. Good thing Levi wasn't picky. Looking around at all the pastries, cakes and pies just made him want to lick his lips but he resisted the temptation.
"Can I help you young man?" beamed down a huge man with a good build on him and dark brunette hair and hazel eyes.
"Bread." Levi plainly stated and set the money up on the man's counter.
"Certainly. SARAH!" he yelled to the back. "BREAD!"
"Yeah yeah." a woman walked out with soft features and very pale brunette hair came out and set bread in front of the boy. "Fresh from the oven."
Levi sighed and took the bread and turned to leave.
"Hang on."
Levi looked back with the same bored stare at the man. "You forgot your change."
Levi turned and walked to them and held out his hand while the man placed the coins lightly into Levi's palm. With that the boy nodded and turned just to bash into someone. Levi, even with his short status, still stood unaffected by the other while he went flying to the ground. Books and papers scattered round the room and the young boy rubbed his head.
"Farlan!" Sarah yelled. "Clean this mess up."
"Yes mum." Farlan sighed, collecting his papers and books. He looked up at Levi.
The boy was eight too like Levi. Levi looked younger than eight but in Farlan's case, he looked older than eight. Like his father he was hazel eyes with a strong build and like his mother he had very pale brunette hair and soft features. His bangs hung over his forehead, between his eyes.
"Tch." was all Levi could reply with before walking over the other eight year old and took his leave.
...
When Levi returned home, to his surprise, Kenny was there. Levi set the bread in front of the man and the money.
"There's your shit." Levi sighed walking to his room, ready to do push ups.
"Levi," Kenny sounded stern. Levi stopped and looked at the male, still bored.
"What the fuck did you do now?" Levi sighed.
"Got into trouble with not just the Military but the Garrisons too."
"Shit. What are we going to do?"
"I'm leaving. Don't know what you should do though." Kenny stood up. Levi watched him with his grey-dull eyes.
"Then where the fuck do I go?"
"Don't get smart with me you bastard."
Levi rolled his eyes, turned his head to the side and, "Tch."
It was true. The soldiers were all after Kenny so he had to go. Levi knew he couldn't stay at the house either. If they were tracking him down, the first place they'd search for him is his house where they'd find Levi. Decisions, decisions.
"Go to the underground. With what I've taught you so far, you should be able to survive." Kenny grinned.
Levi rolled his eyes. "Tch. You mean that disgusting piece of shit under Wall Sina? I'd rather be caught by the Military than go to that filthy place."
Kenny laughed. Suddenly Kenny jumped up and struck Levi across the face. He took out the cigarette he held between his stained yellow teeth.
"Very funny bastard." he spat out the disgusting black gunk. "You reveal any fuckin' word about me and I'll rip you limb from limb before I finish with your head!"
Levi didn't find him scary. Oh yeah, Levi knew he was capable of doing. He knew he would do it to him but he didn't care. Nerves of steel Kenny remarked once. Giving another, "Tch." Levi walked away.
"Oi bastard!" Kenny called. "You're no longer Levi. I'll give you my last name, Ackerman. How's that sound? Levi Ackerman? You should use it. Sounds snappy."
Again, "Tch." was all Levi could reply with. Then everything went black just a throbbing pain hit the back of his head.
Second chapter. Some views, one follower and no reviews. Oh well. Hope who ever the hell is following me and the others who're reading my first fanfiction for SnK/AoT enjoy this chapter. Tch.
~ChibiNagisaSakura