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Chapter 24: Iwazaru (Speak No Evil)

Irvin pulled the patrol car to a halt and slid out. The door shut with a slam. Blue eyes swept over the street. Several patrol cars were scattered about, one of which sat ahead of his. They were from another division, one that sat on the border between Trost and Shiganshina. One of the officers, an older man with thinning salt-and-pepper hair, approached him. "Glad you could make it, sir."

"Likewise. Now, tell me exactly why I was called here, Officer…"

"Officer Joseph Johnson, sir. We arrived on scene. My partner noticed a few similarities between the scene and a case he had read about. It's one handled by your division. The one they're calling 'The Titan Executions.'"

Irvin's interest sharpened instantly. Levi and Eren are handling that case… Shit. "What similarities?"

"A yellow note, coupled with the two victims, and how they were killed. I've seen a lot in my years, but nothing quite like that."

Blue eyes flashed. "Show me," Irvin demanded. The officer nodded and led Irvin into the apartment complex.

It was one of the slightly smaller, shabbier complexes, but nowhere near as bad as the ones near the border of Eden. The complex looked weathered, but in relatively good shape. At least it was easy to block off. A crowd of uneasy onlookers stood on the other side of the bright yellow barriers. One news van had already shown up, with a reporter that seemed to insist upon ducking beneath the barricade, only to be pushed back again. They marched up two flights of stairs and down to the apartment at the end of the hall. Barriers of yellow tape were placed about.

The officer ducked beneath the tape stretched across the doorway. Irvin followed. His eyes darted about the apartment the moment he straightened up. Beige walls, white ceiling, wooden floor. Furniture that looked like it was from the eighties or nineties. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Furniture had been shoved up against the walls haphazardly. Rugs had been thrown about. Books lay on the ground, bent, broken, and torn.

In the center of it all, a man dangled from the ceiling. One end of a thick, black cord was tied around his ankle, the other pulled through a pulley-like system that held the body up. Irvin knew that face anywhere, even if it was slack and stained by blood. Gunther Schultz.

The blonde police officer took a breath, took all of the emotions inside of him, and stuffed them in a box in the back of his mind. Nothing less than professional, even if a friend was dead on the floor. Instead, he turned to inspecting Gunther, no, the body, and the area beneath it.

A puddle of blood, black in the dim light, pooled out like a wobbly, misshapen halo. The fingers of one hand just brushed the black liquid and sent ripples throughout it whenever his arm moved. The other hand was pinned to his chest by a thin, long blade that jutted out. Irvin walked a little closer to the body to inspect it. The source of the blood was not immediately obvious.

Only when he crouched down did Irvin see it. Jesus Christ. On the back of Gunther's neck, a large gash stretched across his neck, on the base. His spinal cord was plain as day. Fuck, his spinal cord had been severed. The red-stained lump of white poked out of his skull, cut straight through. Only a thin strip of muscle and sinew bound his head and neck together.

It looked like a single cut had been made. No other marks or nicks littered the skin around the wound. The flesh didn't look like someone had carelessly hacked through it. No, it had been done with one smooth, clean stroke. It was unusual to say the least. Someone would have to be relatively strong, not only to pin him down, but also to nearly decapitate him at the same time.

Irvin rose slowly. Azure eyes travelled up and focused on the knife. The blade was not in a vital area. If anything, it probably had nicked Gunther's appendix. While he couldn't determine whether it had been inflicted prior to death or after, that didn't really matter at that moment. Levi said they scratched letters onto the weapons. Let's see if they did it again.

He found it within seconds. Large, blocky letters had been carved into the black hilt. Two letters: 'N' and 'I'. Gloved fingers pulled the shirt around the knife and searched through Gunther's pockets. Nothing aside from an untouched wallet, some loose change, and a small nub of a pencil was found.

In the last pocket, the breast pocket above Gunther's silent heart, Irvin found it. He withdrew a small, yellow slip of paper, folded and creased with the utmost care. Fingers unfolded it delicately and sapphire eyes skimmed over the single line of black text on the page.

Iwazaru spoke no evil,
and neither shall these two.

We're coming for you.

Irvin folded the paper back over. It was hard to resist the urge to crush it in his palm. Who's the other vic? Irvin turned back and looked at Officer Johnson. "Where is the other vic?"

"Right this way," Johnson said. Irvin followed him into a kitchenette, shoved into a corner and previously unnoticed. The older officer stopped before they rounded the corner. "This one isn't so pretty."

Irvin spared him a glance and a nod of acknowledgement before he stepped around the counter and into the small, cramped space of the kitchenette. A man lay on the floor between the counters on one side and the stove on the other. Sandy blonde hair was dyed into a dark red from the blood beneath him. A few scarlet trails led away from the corner of his mouth, some of which stained the blonde scruff of a beard. Voids of blue were fixed vacantly on the ceiling. Erd Gin.

I should have seen this coming. They're not just targeting any police force. They're targeting ours. Our officers. Our men. Our women. Our family. That's what they were after all: family. And now two more of them were dead. One hanging by a cord around his ankle, nearly decapitated, while the other had been dumped on the floor, torn in two. Steely blue eyes tightened and Irvin knelt down next to Erd.

You and Gunther did your duties with pride and honor. We will pay you back. We will find these Titans. We will take back the city. Knuckles cracked, sharp and loud. Azure eyes intensified and refocused. I need to absorb all of the information possible to take back to Levi. Pictures. Details. The letters. The note.

Irvin let his eyes travel beyond Erd's face. The floor was a spill of blood that surrounded the body. A broad gash stretched from hip to hip. The edges of his shirt were black with blood. Teeth gritted together and Irvin pulled the shirt back with gloved fingers.

It didn't want to come away at first. Irvin tugged a little harder and the cloth came away with a rasp. To say the wound was deep would have been like someone saying the night sky is black: close, yet inaccurate at the same time. The wound wasn't just deep – it went straight through Erd's spinal cord. If Irvin had to just it, there might have been a few centimeters of skin, muscle, and sinew that held the two halves of his body together.

Organs slumped in towards the gap, into which they leaked various fluids. A pool of slowly congealing blood and God knew what else was there too. The skin around the wound, along with the muscle and tissue inside, showed signs of several blows. Irvin made a rough count of how many blows seemed to have been made. He counted once. Twice. Three times. He shifted his weight and bit the inside of his lip. This doesn't make sense.

Approximately ten to twelve blows had been dealt to Erd's abdomen. How did they manage this with what appears to be less than a dozen strikes? It was confusing. It was impossible. Someone would have to be strong. The knife… no, a hatchet or an axe. The implement would have to have been sharp… very sharp. It was strange to say the least. Uneasiness settled into Irvin's stomach. Perhaps these Titans are stronger than normal humans are. Perhaps they're similar to Eren.

He couldn't know for sure. As far as he knew, Eren knew nothing. An interrogation – seventy-two solid hours – when it had first come to light had proved that. No evidence pointed to anything. Aside from his accelerated healing capabilities, nothing about Eren was different. Appearance, bodily functions, heart rate, BP, blood samples, everything had appeared normal when Irvin had first discovered Eren's strange abilities, mere months after the boy had agreed to be a hacker. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing aside from his healing. Nothing he had noticed.

Is it possible he was lying? It's likely. Or perhaps he was simply not revealing the truth if he has other abilities. Or… or perhaps he's one of them. The thought disturbed Irvin. It wasn't a pleasant one and not one he wanted to think of, but it was still possible. If he's a rat then that explains how they've managed to stay ahead… How they've gotten as far as they have without being caught. Shit.

Irvin pulled one of the gloves off, whipped his phone out, and punched Levi's number in. Ringing greeted his ears. Pickup dammit, pick up. I know he hasn't thought of this possibility. Levi's best at seeing what's in front of him, not the full picture. He probably hasn't even considered it, not since I filled him in as much as I could about Eren. Then he got attached.

The phone continued to ring. And ring. And ring. "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."

Irvin tried again. Maybe he didn't hear it. The dull ring was too loud for the silence in the apartment. "I'm sorry, the number-" Irvin hung up and closed his phone with a snap. Dammit Levi, dammit.

Jade eyes cracked open. The lights were bright after the sweet darkness. Eren closed them again and sighed. Something had woken him up, something he couldn't place. It came again within seconds, a soft buzz. There was a pattern to it: a dive second buzz, two seconds of silence, and then repeat. The realization of what it was hit him gradually. A phone. It's a phone.

Eren couldn't feel the vibration, so it wasn't his. Green eyes closed again. They were only shut for a moment when another sound dragged them open: a ring. A very familiar ring. Eren groaned and fished his phone out of his pocket.

Things were slow to hit him: the dim sound of a conversation somewhere nearby; the head on his shoulders, accompanied by the sweet smell of lemongrass; the words on the screen. Call From: Armin Arlert.

The urge to ignore the call was strong, oh so strong. I don't even remember falling asleep. How long was I out…? Green eyes flickered down to the black-swathed head on his shoulder. Did Levi carry me here? The phone continued to ring. Eren sighed and accepted it.

"'lo?" he murmured into the phone. "Need somethin' Armin?" Emerald eyes flared open when a shuddering breath came as his response. "Armin?" Eren kept his voice low, but it wasn't a sleepy mumble anymore.

"It's Annie." Another shuddering breath followed.

Eren stared at his knees, dumbfounded. Why is Annie using Armin's phone? She sounds like she's crying… Something wrong. Very wrong. "Annie, has something happened? Did something happen to Armin? Was he in an accident?" The head on his shoulder shifted and slowly pulled away. Eren glanced at Levi.

The raven-haired detective ground the heel of one hand into his eye. The other silver orb flickered over to Eren. "What's going on?" Eren jerked his shoulder in a shrug. Trickles of fear wormed their way into his chest. Please be all right. A sob reached Eren's ears. It sent a flare of panic racing through his spine. The worst thoughts jumped to the front of his mind: dead, comatose, amnesia, dead, missing, dead, dead, dead. Oh God… no. No.

"They took him… the Titans… They took him!"

His heart slammed to a stop. Eren couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. No. Not Armin. Why do they need Armin? Warmth appeared on his hand as a small, pale hand was placed over it. "Eren? What's wrong?"

His fingers twitched beneath Levi's hand, but Eren didn't move it, didn't respond to him. "They took him Eren, they took him!" He had never heard her sound so broken, so desolate. Annie's words dissolved into gasps and sobs. It pulled him from his daze.

"Annie, where are you?"

"I-in our apartment."

"Alright, we'll be there soon. Ten or fifteen minutes, we'll be there. Just hold on and don't touch anything."

"Okay…"

Eren hung up and jerked Levi to his feet. "We've got to go. Armin's been taken. Do you have money for a cab?"

"I've got enough."

Eren pulled Levi out onto the street. He was too jittery to hold still. He paced around, unable to focus on anything. Where are the fucking cabs?! It seemed to take ages, but only minutes passed before one rolled up. Eren nearly tore the door off its hinges and threw himself in. Levi slid in after him.

The cabbie raised his head, eyes hidden by sunglasses, blonde hair mostly covered up by a neon green beanie. "Where to?" Eren sniped off Armin's address. The cabbie hummed and pulled away from the curb.

He couldn't sit still. His leg bounced up and down. He couldn't quite breathe right. I should have run. Running is too far, forty minutes away at least. I should have run. A warm, white hand slipped over his and held it tight.

"Calm down. We'll be there in a few minutes." Levi's voice was soft, soothing. Eren took a breath and squeezed the pale hand. He looked at Levi. The silver-eyed detective looked tired, but focused. He was the calm spot in the storm, the eye in the hurricane. Eren took another breath.

If they had only taken Armin, then perhaps there was a chance he was still alive. Perhaps they had taken him because Armin was a genius, practically in the top two percent of the world. Please be okay. I can't lose him and Mikasa too. And now Levi… There's too many people to lose. Too many.

The cab turned down another street and rolled to a stop. God damn those idiot pedestrians. Eren watched as silver eyes slid beyond his head. The door beside Eren jerked open and a cold metal barrel found its way to his temple. Eren froze. Levi's hand shot to his hip, where his gun was. Wide emerald eyes watched as his fingers skimmed over the butt of his pistol.

"Touch it and I shoot."

His throat went dry. That voice was familiar. Terrifyingly so. So cold, so apathetic. Feminine. "Move over. Get his gun. Hand it to me."

Eren didn't move. He couldn't. The gun against his forehead kept his face turned towards Levi. Shock kept him rooted in place. There was a soft click. "Now… Master said not to shoot you, but it's something you'll recover from. Move. Gun. Now."

Eren slid closer to Levi until the shorter man was pressed against the door and they were as close together as humanly possible. Levi wordlessly handed his gun over, silver eyes still trained on the woman. Eren handed the gun back. The woman tore it from his hand. Clothes rasped against the leather seats as she slid in beside him. The cold circle of metal never moved from his forehead. The door slammed shut.

Annie…" His voice cracked on her name. Silver eyes captured emerald. Levi's face was blank, smooth, but his eyes burned with rage. Eren took a breath and tried again. "Annie… You were lying about Armin… weren't you?"

"Shut up." Her voice was soft, but she hesitated too long. "Why?" Eren whispered, "Why? Why lie about him? Why keep us alive?"

"Because we need you" Her answer was simple and straightforward, her tone firm. There was another soft click. "Now shut up. Reiner, drive." The cabbie – Reiner – smirked at them through the mirror and pulled away from the curb. It wasn't the blonde's usual smile. It was hard, vicious. No sympathy, no sorrow. Just dark delight.

"Is Armin-" The gun barrel slammed into the side of his head. Pain rushed in moments later. Eren leaned forward over his knees, his hands on his head. Levi yelled something, but the ringing in Eren's ears drowned out the words. Green eyes clamped shut. He could feel a hand on one side, something circular on the other. Life on one side, death on the other. The buzz in his head faded after a moment, but Eren stayed down. Getting shot definitely wasn't on his priority list. That only meant he couldn't see where they were going. I hope to hell Levi is memorizing the route, street names, something. Silence filled the cab for a long time, only broken by the talking of the pedestrians, the honk of horns, and the general sound of the city. How is nobody noticing this? Are the windows that tinted? Is she hiding the gun?

A buzz broke the silence after some time. Five seconds of buzzing, two seconds of silence, then it repeated. Levi's phone. "Answer it," Annie ordered. "Try calling the cops or asking for help, and this moron gets the first bullet. Put it on speaker. Talk like you usually do."

Eren had no doubt that Levi's eyes were cold and furious as he answered the phone. "What do you want?"

"It's about time you picked up, Levi." Irvin's voice was cool and collected, but there was something to it. Eren couldn't quite place it.

"Shitting is hard work," Levi muttered. "Now, are you going to keep wasting my time or tell me what you want?" "The Titans took two more victims. Erd and Gunther." Any air that Eren had in his lungs fled him. Not them too. Eren tuned back into the conversation after a moment.

"-in half. Only a few blows had been inflicted on him, about a dozen. The cuts were clean. It didn't look like random hacking. Whoever did this either had an unusually long blade or phenomenal strength. Strength that isn't natural in humans. It made me think that maybe, just maybe, those injections you were telling me about were to make them superhuman and to allow them to do things like this. That brought Eren and his healing abilities to mind. Levi, I think there is a possibility that he's involved with them. He might be a part of them."

Liquid ice filled Eren's veins. No. No… NO! It's not true! It's not!

"A rat perhaps, or a test subject who didn't know. Either way, it's not safe. Cuff him and take him to the holding cells."

The hand on Eren's shoulder tightened, but it didn't move away. "… I'll trust your judgment on this one, Irvin. We'll talk more about this when you return."

"Alright. I'll see what else I can find."

Levi hummed in response and dropped the call. Tears stung Eren's eyes. Not true not true not true not true. I'm not with them! I'm not! His only reassurance was that Levi's hand never left his shoulder.

Levi didn't bother to struggle when bags – canvas or burlap, probably the latter – were pulled over their heads and tied around their necks. The tie was loose, but tight enough that shaking would not dislodge it. The blonde woman – apparently someone by the name of Annie, last name unknown – tied their hands behind their backs with rope.

Bound, blinded, and probably held at gunpoint, there wasn't much to do but think. Talking would doubtlessly lead to that blonde bitch shooting one of them. Levi would have been fine with talking if he was certain he would be the one to be shot. Instead, Eren was the one with a gun to his head. I don't care if that idiot can heal. I refuse to let him get shot again. Levi remained silent. In the silence, the thoughts came.

Eren, so sweet, innocent, and happy, is possibly a rat. I don't believe it. If he were, he would have pulled the gun on me. Annie wouldn't have jumped into this. Not unless he was defecting. Then there's the question of Annie.

When the blonde had stuck her expressionless face into the cab, it almost looked like she wanted to cry. When Eren had asked about Armin, the blonde woman had flinched. Why that was, Levi wasn't certain. Hell, he wasn't even sure as to where they were going. He didn't have a clue as to where they were. They had gone in circles, backtracked, and made too many random turns too many times. All he knew was that they were still in the city.

Why are they taking us? What's the point? They have a motive, they always fucking do. The question is what. If Irvin is right about the injections, it would explain a lot. How they've managed to murder all of these people. Mike. Ilse. Erd. Gunther. Oluo. Possibly Petra. If Eren was one of their test subjects… Maybe that was where the memory loss occurred. If his father was missing instead of dead, I'd suspect further involvement. Damn… there's still something we're missing.

Whether Eren was truly a rat or not was doubtful. Eren tended to keep all of his emotions on his face. Every loss looked like it would be the one to kill him. On top of that, if he was a rat, then that wouldn't explain why Annie bound and bagged him too. There was too much doubt, too much uncertainty. I don't want to doubt Eren. I can't. He's different. I can doubt everyone… everyone but him. Damn. I got in too deep with him.

The car slowed and rolled to a stop. There was a click, a jingle of keys. The engine spluttered into silence. Two doors opened and closed. One of their kidnappers pulled the door on his left open. Hands grabbed his shoulder and hauled him out of the car. Levi didn't bother to protest. It wouldn't gain him anything. Not when he hadn't been able to loosen the rope around his wrists. Not when his knife was in his boot, a not so easy to reach place when under surveillance. Eren let out an indignant huff and a muttered string of curses behind him.

"Move." It was a new voice, but it was one Levi recognized. A slight German accent touched the slightly high, masculine voice. J. He sounded proud and happy, cheerful even. Levi's fingers twitched. He needed a gun, preferably then and there, consequences be damned.

I'm going to splatter paint something with his fucking brains. I'm going to murder them all. For those I cared to call my friends. Under the cover of the sack, Levi let the undiluted fury show on his face. The hand on his shoulder shoved him. Levi stumbled forwards and moved under the guidance of the hand. The second they unbind us... The second they drop their guard, my hands go around their throats.

Something metal opened with a screech. Several pairs of feet moved as they shuffled forward a straight line over even grounds. Cool, musty air took the place of the frigid wind. Another screech grated against his ears as the door shut behind them. Their final link to the world, severed.

"Keep moving," J sang. The hand on his shoulder pulled away and a metal barrel took his place. "It'd be a shame to kill you so close to the end of the game."

Silver eyes tightened and one started to twitch. Just breathe. Trying to murder one of these bastards isn't going to work right now. Levi took a step forward. He nearly fell forwards when his foot didn't connect with the ground right away. The next step was the same. We're going down. Footsteps filled the silence. Occasionally, voices from behind would break that silence.

The Titans muttered to each other and slipped smoothly from one language to another. They avoided French and English. After he bumped into the wall, Levi started to walk with his shoulder against it to his left. The rasp of cloth against stone became constant. No breaks in the walls to duck into. After a long time, the wall dropped away and his feet slammed onto even ground. A hand replaced the gun barrel.

"Go this way." Levi shuffled to the right. The sound of the steps changed. Sounds echoed more and carried before they faded into the distance ahead and behind.

In a tunnel. Slight slant down. Smell like mildew. Disgusting. How far down are we going? He could hear Eren breathing behind him, fast and muffled. Just hang in there, Eren. We'll find out soon. If they wanted us dead, they would have killed us already. Levi jerked to a stop, held in place by that damnable hand.

"Annie, Reiner. Would you mind?" Silence came from the two blondes, but two pairs of feet moved around their little group of an unknown number. Metal slammed together and rang through the air. New air washed over Levi. He couldn't smell anything, but the smell of his last cigarette – lemongrass and mint – and the burlap of the sack.

A sharp shove from the gun barrel was the indicator to move. He walked forward. The sounds changed again. They echoed throughout the space more and faded sooner. A bigger space, although Levi wasn't certain. Some materials were capable of dampening sounds. They walked forwards fifty paces before the hand on his shoulder yanked him to a halt.

Someone – J probably – leaned close. Their mouth moved right by Levi's ear. "Kneel," J breathed. If the scrape of clothing materials was something Levi could go by, Eren had complied. Levi remained standing.

The fingers on Levi's shoulders curled tighter and squeezed. It almost felt like J was trying to crush his shoulder. White teeth dug into his tongue as Levi bit back a string of curses and a pained grunt. Slowly, but surely the hand pushed him down until he was on the ground, knees folded beneath him and his forehead pressed into the ground.

"Remove the hoods. Stay down or you just might lose a few fingers." J left no room for argument. The ropes around their necks loosened and fell away. The hoods were torn from their heads. Light and gray stone filled Levi's eyes. He instantly recoiled from the ground. Fucking filthy. A heel slammed into the back of his skull and pushed him down again.

"Stay down," J purred. His heel twisted against the base of Levi's skull. "Brains are a bit hard to clean up, especially since Master won't let me until he gets to talk to your little buddy." The foot rose from Levi's neck. Silver eyes tracked the feet – black Converses with neon green laces – as far as they could. "Now, here is what you will do. Follow it to a tee, or we start the experimentation early. Questions? All right, let's get started. Some rules of conduct: please keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times! Oh, sorry, wrong rules."

Levi glanced to his left. Emerald eyes met his gaze, wide and afraid. Not a rat. A rat would have no need to keep up a charade when inside its lair, not when they can just torture the answers out of their victims. That, they obviously don't have a problem about doing. Eren opened his mouth, but shut it after a moment.

"Stay in a bow until our Master speaks to you. Do not speak until addressed. If we order you to do something, do it. I don't give a shit if it involves cannibalism or fucking a cactus. You do what we say. Make any moves to escape and we start breaking limbs. I think that's all that's necessary for now, not that I have time for more. Pity. Here Master comes. Remember kiddos, R-E-S-P-E-C-T goes a long way."

J's tone, his very voice, made Levi want to slam his head into the disgusting gray stone beneath his head, but he remained still.

Footsteps approached them, leisurely in their pace. The steps slowed and then ceased. Cloth rustled. A soft sigh filled the space. "Hello Eren… It's nice to see you after all these years."

Emerald eyes flared open. Eren shot up, his body rigid. Tan fingers curled into fists behind his back. Levi watched closely as Eren stared ahead, his face blank with shock. Realization was slow to creep onto the planes of his face, recognition even slower. Eren's lips moved. Only a strangled sound came from him. His throat bobbed and Eren tried again. "… Dad?"

Levi's eyes widened. Pieces that had been out of place so long, kept there by the rapid murders and puzzling clues, finally slammed into place. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Chapter 24: End

First off: FUCKING FINALLY I GOT THIS DONE. Secondly: I'ma get sappy as hell here, just bear with me.
I have to thank you all so, so, so much because of the kind words and support you sent me (and for bearing with this). It meant so much to me (I kind of cried a bit... A LOT... because you guys were so. Damn. Sweet/Kind/Frigging Awesome. On top of that, there's no possible way I can thank my good friend, Cal, enough for how she helped me pull myself out of that shit. So many thanks to ya Cal (your freaking spectacular), and to everyone.
Last thing: I made my softball team, so while updates will hopefully pick up again, there may be week-long or so gaps between each chapter. Have a good night!

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