Trapped

Chapter 1

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"Alright, let's see what we have this time," I say as I slide into the chair behind my desk, picking up the thick manila folder sitting on top and opening it up to reveal various files, two pages on the top of a thick stack of papers with pictures of the clients.

One looks like he would rather do anything than be in the picture on the page, bored silver eyes staring back at me with thick black hair draping over elegant eyebrows and cheekbones, his light pink lips sitting in an expressionless line. Levi Ackerman, the top of the page says, and upon closer inspection, I learn he's 19 years old, a freshman in college, and currently living with his mother and younger sister, Mikasa.

I place the file down before picking up the next one, this one reading Eren Yaeger as a bright, wide smile and gorgeous viridian eyes greet me, messy brown hair pulled into a haphazard half up half down hairstyle. He's 18 years old, also a freshman in college, and works at a local college town Starbucks.

I read through their files carefully, absorbing the information on the pages before reading through the rest of the assignment, a snort leaving me as I learn the cause for their intervention.

Pining idiots. Experienced a breakup after a meaningless fight and stubbornness, now continue to be hopelessly in love with each other after a year of minimal contact. Require intervention due to the embarrassing fact they refuse to communicate with one another. Put an end to this ridiculous situation, and get these gays together.

A smirk forms on my face as I finish reading my assignment, tossing it off to the side to reach into my top desk drawer and grab my materials. A ski mask, some extra ammo, and my trusty Glock.

Time to get to work.

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Eren

"I can't believe I got night shift again, I always fall asleep on the job, and then I get yelled at. Life isn't fair."

I snort as I listen to Armin complain, hanging up my apron in my locker and slipping on my jacket, grabbing my bag and phone as I turn to look at him. "It'll be fine, I'll facetime you a little later to keep you company."

He rolls his eyes as he slides his all-black work shoes on, shooting me an empty glare. "Whatever. I won't want to talk because I'll be jealous you're in bed and I'm slaving away here."

I laugh again as I shoot him a wave and quick goodbye over my shoulder, stepping out the back door into the crisp winter air as I start the short walk back to my apartment. The events of the day replay in my mind, morning classes, lunch with Jean and Sasha, doing my shift at work, and now finally heading home to collapse into my bed and become dead to the rest of the world.

I shiver slightly as a strong gust of cold air rushes at me, pulling my jacket a little tighter and putting my hands in my pockets. I'm not cut out for wintertime, the early January cold always makes me wish for summer to come a little quicker each year.

As I walk further away from my job and deeper into the less desirable part of town (listen, the apartments were cheap and I'm balling on a budget), I can't help but get a weird feeling that I'm being followed, but when I glance back I see nothing in the dim street lighting. I shrug it off as the normal anxiousness of walking in the dark in a shady area and continue on, but I can't shake my uneasy feeling.

I look back again and my breath catches in my throat as I catch a glimpse of a dark figure a little farther back than I can clearly make out, hands in their pockets and a hood over their face, and I speed up a little as I see the upcoming corner right before my apartment complex. I look back again to see the person also speeding up, and a quick thought of This would be a really lame way to die flashes through my head as I pick up the pace again.