Chapter 3 Won't You Make a Deal With Me?
New! YAY! This is the meeting of Erwin and Levi. A bit of Levi's sick past and character death. REVIEW!
Levi and his group landed in the lower parts of the city. Rumor on the streets says that the man who they sold their last hoard of materials to was there and they came to collect the money. They stood up and began to walk.
Up above, the lights that were usual bright and glowing, were dim and flickering, meaning that it was raining up in the real world and that it wasn't long before the rain would shower on them. The air was very dense and a chilly wind sweep through the underground city.
"Wait," Farlan said suddenly, "Leave your gear here." Isabelle and Ellie looked at him strangely.
"Why?" they asked, clearly confused.
Johan sighed impatiently. "If we walk into the lower parts of town with big ass metal boxes strapped onto our legs, don't you think it'll be strange? It's best to leave it here so no one tries to steal it."
Isabelle nodded in agreement as she and Ellie began to undo the straps of their belts. Levi said nothing, but he too undid his buckles.
After they were done, Farlan slide them underneath the side of a building and hide them from view with leaves. Levi led them as they began to walk towards the inner parts. The even lower and more dangerous thugs stared at Levi's group with distain and anger as they walked on the other thugs' turf.
As death glares were passed towards them, Ellie shrank, but Levi walked on without fear. His nose scrunched up from the horrible scent and his eyes narrowed into slits as he took in all the garbage piled up on the side of the street. Not too long later, they paused at the door of the man whom they needed to collect money from. Tiny drops of rain began to drop from the hanging crystal in the sky of the city as the world around them grew darker.
Farlan went up and knocked on the door. When no one answered, he knocked again, louder this time. They looked at the door for a moment and at each other before Levi kicked the door open. Isabelle and Johan were the first to enter. Almost immediately, Isabelle gasped. Ellie came in right after Levi and his eyes fixed on the blood staining the floor and the bills/coins that littered on the floor covered in blood.
Levi eyes stared at the trickling blood that was still wet and then at the man who was laying with a knife sticking out of his back. The person was most defiantly the one who had to pay them, but someone had gotten to him before they did. The money scattered on the floor had to be the money that was for them.
Just as Farlan was about to take a step forward, Levi stuck out his hand and placed it gently on Farlan's chest. He pushed back a little and stared at the figures appearing from the shadows. Levi brushed his braid back with his other hand and stepped onto the heel of his shoe. He was comforted by the familiar bump and he knew that his pocket knife was there.
The group took slow, cautious steps back as they were approached by the strangers. Johan guarded the back as they step back out into the open. The street light flickered making shadows bigger and more vicious. Rain drops were falling at a fast pace now and Levi immediately felt the threatening atmosphere.
Suddenly, they were surrounded. There were about 20 men, all who were bigger and stronger than them. Yet Levi stared up at them, with a mask covering his emotion. If he was scared, he defiantly didn't show it.
One of the greasy haired men walked up to Levi and looked down at the smaller man with a look of pure murder in his eyes.
"You've caused us a lot of trouble, you bitch." The man says, threatened, pulling a pocket knife from his belt. He waved it close to Levi's nose, but the smaller man didn't flinch or look away. He kept his silver eyes locked on the other man's.
"We lost a load of money 'cause of your group. Our old Dan over here," he pointed his thumb at a man in the group with a squashed nose. "was hauled to prison, but he got out, didn't you, Dan?" The man with the squashed nose nodded.
"Why are you wasting my time?" Levi asked, in a low voice.
"Why?" the man repeated, lightly chuckling. Suddenly, he was leaning close to Levi with the knife brushing his throat. "Because, sweetheart, you and your shitty group need to be taken care of. You've been messing with the wrong people for too long!"
The man reached up and brought his hand to Levi's braid. "But you know, we can always make an exception…" Levi stood, rigidly, allowing the man to touch his wet hair, because if he kept his attention on him, the man wouldn't touch his friends.
In the corner of Levi's eye, he saw Ellie gulp and Johan stiffened when the man touched Levi.
"You only pull out a knife if you mean to kill someone." Levi stated, simply. "Do you mean to kill us?" The man smiled and continued to brush Levi's hair. He reached the piece of string that bound the jet black hair in place and brought his knife up. He used the edge of his knife to cut the string and watched as Levi's hair fell to his shoulders. Strand after strand fell around his shoulders and streaked his face with the cold rain water.
"Have sex with me."
Farlan tensed from behind him and Isabelle let out a small growl. The men that surrounded him began shifting, watching the group with interested expressions.
"I'm not going to give myself to any filthy men like you."Levi replied. Apparently, the man did not like his answer for he let his hand drop to his side and shook his head slowly, still smirking.
Suddenly, the man's hand came up and back hand slapped Levi, hard, across the face. He was caught surprised and he fell.
In Johan's eyes, everything slowed down. Levi's hair flipped back as he fell and he saw the terrified looks on Isabelle's face. Farlan's eyes widened as the leader of their group lay there, on the dirty cobblestones, unmoving.
"LEVI!"
Suddenly, time came back in track and the men dashed forward and grabbed Ellie, Farlan, and Isabelle. He was aware of the overwhelming anger that was bubbling inside of him.
Johan kicked at his attackers with all he had and ran straight for the man that had hit Levi. His knife appeared in his palm as he prepared to attack. Just as he was about to shove the knife deep into the man's lungs, he felt a strange pain and wetness on his stomach, coating his light shirt. He looked down and was surprised to see a sword impaling him. He fell backwards and looked up to the man bending over him. The man smiled and after a painful second, yanked the sword out of Johan with a slow pull.
Isabelle screamed, high pitched voice echoing off the wall.
"Comment fais-tu, mon garçon?" (what are you making, kid?)Kenny asked, as he leaned over Levi who was brushing spices into a small pot filled with a hot stew. The small boy looked up at Kenny with dull, confused eyes.
Kenny only chuckled and walked over to the table and sat down in one of the wooden chairs. He watched the boy closely as the raven stirred the contents in the pot and stood on tip toes on the little stool. The man sighed and walked back to the kid. He place his hands on the boy's hips and lifted him up to the pot.
Levi nodded a silent thanks and continued to stir. He uses a spoon and tastes a bit of the stew.
"Quel est son goût?" (How does it taste?) Kenny asked.
"Il a un goûtbien.Comme les épiceset la viande bovine."(It tastes good. Like spices and cinnamon) Levi answered, still stirring and adding. The man chuckled and stayed with the child until the stew was done.
Four years later.
"Aucun de votre enterprise, Kenny." (None of your business, Kenny) Ten year old Levi said.
"Non mon enterprise? Non mon enterprise?! Vous ne parlez pas comme ça pour moi, vous entendez! Je vous ai sauvé la vie, vous petite salope!" (Not my business? Not my business?! You don't talk to me like that, you hear! I saved your fucking life, you little slut) Kenny yelled, roughly grabbing the kid tightly by his arms. Levi flinched at Kenny's tone and cowered back. The raven's nose scrunched up as he smelled the- becoming a daily occurring-smell from his guardian's breath.
"Vous avez bu," Levi said. "Lâchez-moi, Kenny. Je dois y aller." (You've been drinking. Let go of me, Kenny. I need to go) He yanked his arm from the man and prepared to leave, but Kenny grabbed him again. This time, he twisted the boy's arm and made Levi cry out in pain. The man took advantage of that moment of shock and pushed the boy onto the bed.
Levi jerked, pulled, and fought, but Kenny wouldn't release his arms and held onto him with a grip like iron. The man suddenly pulled Levi shirt up, pulled it from his head, tossed it over his head. Kenny yanked at the boy's pant's waistband and pressed his weight onto Levi.
"Arrêter Kenny! Vous me faites mal!" (Kenny stop! You're hurting me!)
Levi didn't know exactly what he did next out of pure desperation, but the next thing he knew, Kenny had stopped and was clutching the left side of his face. The raven saw drops of blood, leak out from the cracks of Kenny's hand and drip onto his chest.
The man slowly removed his hand and looked down to see the smear of blood. Levi could see a large gash that he probably did with his fingernails.
"Bon. Je te ai déjà dit que si quelqu'un essaie de vous attaquer alors vous battre," Kenny said slowly. " Mais maintenant ... Je vais vous donner quelque chose à crier pour ..." (Good. I told you before that if someone tries to attack you, then you fight back. But now...I'll give you something to scream for...)
No sooner had the words come out of his mouth, the man lunged at Levi and pinned him down.
He held the distressed boy down as he stripped from his clothes. The kid didn't want to scream because he didn't want Kenny to be satisfied with his weakness. Levi struggled and fought, but he knew that no matter what he did, Kenny would beat him because he wasn't strong enough. He also knew that even if he hollered, no one was going to help him. Who would hear him? Who would dare venture into the infamous serial killer's home?
Kenny put his spit-covered fingers into Levi and stretched him, lightly. Levi bite his lip and shut his eyes, trying to prevent the tears to fall from his eyes, but they flowed out anyways. Even though he was only ten, the raven knew exactly what his guardian was about to do. It scared the shit out of him, but he couldn't prevent it from happening. He told himself not to scream.
When Kenny began to rub his stiff cock on Levi's hips, shivers ran down his spine and disgust made him feel as though he wanted to puke out everything he had eaten. He had not made a single noise, but when Kenny pushed in with a swift movement, he screamed. The raven couldn't help it. Nothing could have prepared him for such intense pain. Not even when Kenny used to whip him or made him walk on broken glass, had it hurt so much. The pain penetrated his insides as Kenny allowed his whole length to be engulfed by the child's hole.
"Kenny, non…"
The man began grunting as he pushed in harder and thrust hard into the boy. Levi clutched his guardian's shirt hard as he tried hard not to scream again, but by the end of the night, his throat was sore from his yells.
It was only after Kenny was finished, did he finally release his firm grip on the boy. Levi said nothing as he pushed up his trembling body and wrapped the sheets around his body. He still said nothing as he walked over to the bucket of water in the far corner of the room and began to wash himself with the water and rag. The raven slowly washed away the grime and blood from his body as silent tears flowed down his face.
How disgusting he felt now. How terrible was the pain he felt. Betrayed by his own emotions, the boy covers his face, until he knows that he won't show any signs of weakness. Yet despite, how much he hated Kenny, it was still him to cover the man up and crawl in under the sheets because Kenny was the only one to give him a home when no one else did. It was still him to wrap an arm around the serial killer's waist because it was the same man that raised him. And, it would still be him, next to the man in the morning, with breakfast done and the clothing washed.
Levi awoke to a sharp pain in his head and water sliding off his face. He stared groggily into the distance, at nothing in particular. The raven tried pushing himself up for he knew that he was lying down, but he somehow couldn't get to his feet. His hands shook uncontrollably and there was a terrible pounding in his head.
A scream brought him back down to reality. He knew that sound. He knew that person's voice…Isabel! Levi blinked furiously until his vision came back and he realized, all at once, what he was doing.
The rain clouds his vision, yet he can clearly see the small red haired girl, with her hands covering her mouth as she stared at something on the ground. He sees Farlan with an incredulous look on his face and he sees the anger beginning boil in Ellie's face. He was confused why they were so scared and surprised.
Then he sees it, his lover lying on the wet cobblestones in front of him with a knife sticking out of his stomach.
The raven's blood ran cold as he stared at the figure of the man on the ground. Johan with his curly brown hair matted with the blood and rain that was pooling around his body. Johan lying dead in front of him. The same boy who helped him finish chores. The same boy who spent countless nights holding Levi and stroking his hair. There was no movement.
Suddenly, Ellie let out a crazed scream and kicked out at the man who held him. He lashed out like a mad man, biting, scratching, and yelling. At last, the men couldn't take it anymore. The man who held Isabelle pulled out a pistol and swiftly shot struggling Ellie in the head. His body fell onto the damp ground, next to Johan.
There was silence. Even Isabelle couldn't say a word. Two beloved members of their group had died, their bodies dropped on the ground, blood staining the cobblestones.
The rain was falling heavily by the time Levi had enough energy to force himself onto his knees and crawled over to Johan and Ellie's bodies. He placed a hand onto both of their cold chests and silently grieved. His exterior might not have given his true emotions, but he was screaming and crying inside.
Farlan knew what was about to happen a second before it came to reality. He saw the muscle in Levi's jaw twitch and knew hell was going to break loose. Before he could fully comprehend what happened, two of the men fell onto the ground; one of them was the man who touched Levi, the leader.
The raven's bruise on his cheek was stinging like crazy and he could taste blood his mouth. Four more men were dead before they even hit the ground. Isabelle was looking all around her, her wet hair slicing at her cheeks as she wiped her head around. She could barely tell where and how Levi was moving so fast.
Within a minute, fourteen men were murdered in rapid session. While the rest were feeing, Levi had cornered the man who killed Ellie. He didn't care about the other rats. He just really wanted to avenge his two lovers.
"Levi, NO!" Isabelle screamed as she caught a glimpse of the red glare in Levi's eyes. She had not really seen how he had managed to kill all fourteen men and she could stand that. What she couldn't stand was to see her brother murder a man in cold blood, details and all. He was not himself when he became this angry. Her big brother looked like a monster with blood dripping down his mouth and nose, red eyes gleaming.
But it seems as though Levi hadn't heard her because he continued to walk menacing towards the man. He breathed heavily as the rain soaked through his clothes and soaked into his skin.
"Please," the man begged, "spare me and I'll never do wrong again. I'll never bother you again! I swear! PLEASE!"
Still Levi walked forward and paused, a mere three inches for the guy and raised his shaking arms. His fists reacted before he could think twice. His arm came down hard and fast, knocking the breath out to the man. Kill him like how he killed Ellie. Kill. Kill. He lashed out without mercy and kept going on. He had a feeling that he shouldn't be doing this. He didn't want to stop. Anger. Anger.
Isabelle began to rush forward, but she never made two steps forward. In his fury, he didn't notice the other people that came down from the sky and grab his last two comrades.
"Levi, stop! You'll kill him. Please stop!" Isabelle began to panic at the amount of blood and the man shrieking.
Farlan couldn't take any more of this. "Don't kill him, PLEASE! Frère arrêter!"(brother stop!) Yet Levi continued to beat the man, as if he heard nothing. A punch followed by another and another and another. Kill him. No mercy. Fury and sadness clouded his thoughts and he thought nothing.
Blood droplets dotted his hands until he was soon stained and dripped with it. Beautiful red. Beautiful…Suddenly, someone grabbed him by his arms and jerked him backwards.
He struggled as he was pulled and held down. His wet hair fell into his eyes as he breathed hard. Levi tried to yank away from the grip, but he was held firmly.
He screamed. The raven couldn't help it. How could he express the emotions he felt? How would anyone understand the pain he felt? The hatred, the anger, the sadness? He lost his lover and his best friend. Tears mixed with the water running down his face. He went limp into the hold and allowed whoever grabbed him to jerk him into a tight hold.
Suddenly, Isabelle and Farlan were gone. Suddenly, the only sound Levi heard was the pounding of the rain and the beating of another's heart.
And then his lips were roughly pushed on someone else's.