Hi guys! It is meh, risen from the dead o.o I've been on the run since Wednesday, and even though I am posting this in the day, I am drop dead tired. I have written this whenever I could, and it's not the best. When I write, I try to imagine it like in a movie. It's kinda awkward, but it works.

Well, I hope you like this chapter anyway :P

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Um... I don't know what to talk about o,o I am still at a friends, so maybe in two days the next chap will be out. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

"Hanji, I want a cup of coffee." Levi muttered, putting down a contract. He hadn't slept for days, his eyes red and feeling drowsy. Hanji had sighed, handing over an orange cup over to him.

"Levi, what's wrong? You've been depressed lately." She noted, staring at the blank television screen. "And Eren has lit more than five places on fire since two days ago. He's getting more aggressive." Hanji said, sternly leaning on his desk. "Why aren't you going after him?"

Levi stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "We agreed to not care about whatever we had. So, I'm not after him. I've already handed the case over to another agency." Levi stated calmly, laying the cup.

In what seemed like half a second, the chair was flown across the room, Levi slamming on the ground and glass shattering everywhere. Levi looked up, and saw an incredibly furious Hanji hovering over him. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her shoe, "I'm sorry," she slithered out like poison, "I didn't hear you correctly. You did what?"

"I said that I let him go. I don't give a single shit about what he does now." He scowled, wiping some shards of glass of him.

"YOU. DID. WHAT?!" She yelled, thrashing papers all over the floor. "You...little...mothertrucker." Hanji said, boiling. "Did you even hear what I had said?! You didn't listen, did you!" She thrashed, pulling Levi up.

"I don't care bout what ever you said, that boy means nothing to me."

Hanji let out an irratated sigh. "Levi," she struck out, "being lonely is pretty scary," she started, "But do you know what's even scarier?" She glared at him. "Regret."

"You will regret everything you have done. You only have one chance at life Levi, so why are you acting like a stubborn donkey? You know better than anyone that you can die so, so easily, and disappear faster than a rock falling. Eren will go away, and you know that. Didn't you want to know why he does what he does? The reason?"

"I did find out Hanji, and I'm angry of his awful answer." Levi spat, getting out of Hanjis grasp.

"Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." She said bluntly. "Levi, get him. Take him and never let him go. Hold onto him as if he's your heart, and keep it close."

"Your just pissing me off! I don't need him at all!" He yelled at her, and she smiled.

"No, Levi," she said silently, opening the door. "You like him, so you need him."

The door slammed shut, leaving Levi in a trance.

"Yo, get someone to clean up this shit," he said over the intercoms, getting a 'Yes' for a reply.

"Where are you going, sir?" The assistant asked as Levi was getting his coat on.

"Shopping," he said in reply, flying out the door.

"Eren," Mikasa noted, barely opening the door. "You in there?"

Eren looked over slowly, rolling his head on the bed. "Yes, I am, Mikasa." He said dully, his eyes not alive.

Mikasa walked in, and sat at the end of his bed. His room was an absolute mess, and she thought that he hadn't cleaned it since he came here. Everything was all over the place, and you could barely see his floor. "Hey, you okay? You haven't eaten in days."

"..." Eren just stared at her bluntly for a while. Mikasa frowned, a real frown. Erens eyes were dead. He was pale, he was thin as a twig, and he looked as he didn't have the will to live. "... I'm not free."

"What?" Mikasa asked immediately, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Eren swiftly pulled it away, staring at her. "I mean, I know I'll never be free, but... I thought..."

"Eren, you're making no sense." Mikasa answered back, not giving him the time to finish his sentence. "I will help you, Eren. You know that I won't leave you." She noted, putting her hand back on her lap.

"You can't help me, Mikasa, " Eren snarled, glaring into her with the same dull eyes. "I know I am acting like a total ass right now, but it's the truth. You can't ever help me, Mikasa, I have fallen into the abyss. I can't change what has happened to me, and neither can you. I'm sorry, but stop. I don't want your pity sympathy." He said, leaning up and getting off of the bed.

"Mikasa," he started out, 'I am the bad guy. I'm the dude whose the criminal, and gone out at night. I've killed people, Mikasa. " Eren stood up, starting to walk away.

"W-What?" Mikasa said firmly, but her disbelief was obvious. "Eren, stop joking with me. You came back into my life! Everybody's life, and were so happy!" She yelled at him, tears filling the inside of her eyes. "You can't just walk out on us again!

Eren stopped, his hand shaking on the doorknob. "Mikasa," he turning around, and gave a miserable smile. "I never came back. I've always been out of everyone's grasp." He stated, turning back around. "I'll be gone in a few days Mikasa. I've only been into the light twice." He noted, twisting the doorknob and slowly walking out. "It's back to the dark again."

"Hannes," Eren said, carving out another arrow. "How long will you stay in the Hunt?"

Hannes sighed, grabbing a solid piece of stone." I was sent here for 10 years. The older you are, the more time ya get." He stated, looking over at Felice. "She has seven. She's been here for what, four years now? I've been here for six." He noted, picking up some raw fish and putting it on a stick. "And you've been here for officially a year. "

Eren nodded. It had been a full year since he had came here, and had learned a lot. It was just as Hannes said, it was hell. There was barely any food allowed, and there were more poisonous things than edible. The lake he had fallen in was the only water source, and you'd sometimes have to worry about other people in the Hunt. Yet, we all knew it was hard enough already, so you'd only attack the other if you were a dumbass.

You never bathed, and you only hunted at day. Hell, the dumb people know better than to go out at night. The creatures were Satan in itself. The first one Eren saw was 12 feet tall, and was the mixture of a lion and a cheetah. It had firm, long legs, secured my muscle everywhere. His head had yellow eyes, with sharp fangs and a little bit of hair sprung a across his face. There were only five, huge spots on its body, all the others covered with dirty-blonde fur. His eyes looked insane; it was a beast that couldn't ever be tamed.

When Eren had first faced one, he'd been with Felice. He had been better with the arrow than the sword, but was good with either. He had only been able to scratch it a bit, and slash one of his eyes. He had never realized how much Felice had dealt with the creatures; when she was fighting, it seemed as if it was so natural. When the creature had ran away, Eren asked her how she had gotten so good.

"Eren," she replied, breathing heavily. "Being here for years, it's pretty usual to learn. Once your in, you're manipulated and crafted into the person they want you to be." She sighed. "You aren't naturally good, you're forced to be."

"So," Eren asked, a little fidgety. "How's Felice doing?"

Hannes flinched, not answering the question. Felice had been injured for a while now, after a few weeks ago when she was taken by surprise. You don't find the creatures; the creatures hunt for you.

You could hear the cries of people when they were only seconds from death, and it haunted Eren as much as his nightmares. He was strong, courageous, and proud on the outside, but on the inside he was still the same, scared to hell boy. He hadn't killed a creature yet, but he was sure to get revenge on the creature who did this to Felice.

Eren had realized that Hannes had... Special feelings for Felice, and was always by her side. He'd been in a bad mood lately, and made Eren go scramble up whatever food was out there. Eren sighed, and started to turn away.

"Eren.." Hannes said in a weak voice. "I have something to ask of you..." He mumbled, and when Eren turned to see him, he saw his hands trembling.

"If the time comes... That you leave and Felice is still sick..." He started.

"Felice seems to be getting-"

"She not getting better, she's getting worse, Eren." He snapped, soon going back to a lower tone. "If she is still sick... I want you to put her out of her misery." Hannes trembled. "Because I don't have the heart too."

"NO!" He yelled, trembling. "She's like a mother... To me..." He stated, trying to keep his voice firm.

"PLEASE!" Hannes yelled, twisting around and grabbing his shoulders. "Do it for me and you. Me, so I don't have to, and for you, to be prepared for what will happen to you in the arena." He said, gripping him harder. "You will, Eren. You must learn how to kill what means the most to you. Not for there doom, but for there happiness."

"Hello, may I see Mr. Rivalle please." Mikasa stated at the desk.

"Why yes, he had just came back from his trip into town." A girl at the desk replied, a fake smile on her face. "When would you like to meet him?"

"Now." She replied immediately, tapping her fingered dangerously on the wood.

The girl gulped. "O-Okay," she started, trying to keep her smile. "Right this way." She noted, walking up the steps.

In a couple of minutes, Mikasa slammed open doors. Levi looked up bluntly, examine her very quick. "Ah, you." He noted, putting down his paper.

"I am Mikasa Ackerman, Erens sister," she said, a deadly aura around her. "And I'd love to talk for a bit."