Fallen [Levi Ackerman]

Chapter Seven

**Please read the Author's Note at the end! Thank you!!**

Exuberant cheers clashed against the walls of this very court. Satisfied smirks and ugly grins filled my vision. No one paid mind to the defeat in the very eyes of each of us serving the Scout regiment.

No one said a word, only watched as everyone chanted good riddance to our regiment. Zachary doesn't stop them, his silence seems to invite more of the annoying cheering.

Disbanded.

The Survey Corps no longer a regiment. He truly said it. The cheers were real and so were the evil cackles of the MPs. Physically I couldn't register anything.

My body went still as if my feet became rooted to the tile-floor. Every muscle went numb, even my face went slack. The thoughts in my mind poured into me like an abrupt flood.

Everything came crashing down inside me——my breath hitched when everything miraculously came into place. No, this couldn't happen. Zachary couldn't disband us—not like this.

Not when we were formed for a sole reason everyone had agreed on years ago. That we rid our land of titans and take back what was ours. How could this happen and why?

My hands balled into fists down at my sides. The blood coursing in my veins ran hot. I've felt as though my skin had ripped from my body.

And it burned. I wanted to scream, to throw a fit and throw things at the old man who sat calmly at his podium. How could he? How could he strip me of my duty?

But most of all, how could take away my dream as if there was a minuscule meaning to it?

Like I didn't deserve it or that I didn't deserve a chance to see it through. Something was building in my stomach, something hot and churning. And it rose, rose to my throat.

I resisted the urge to scratch at it, but it was becoming more unbearable. I was trying to hold it because I knew where this would lead. And I'd promised myself to keep everything in check, but did that applied to the situation now?

For three months I was the picture of maturity, calmness, and level-head thinking. Only because I've realized how stupid I was being. But that shouldn't apply now, right?

I swallow thickly, no—it shouldn't. Not when I just witnessed my life—my very duty being stripped away before me. And I couldn't sit idly by and let it happen.

"This isn't right." I hear myself say, but no one else heard. My voice was drowned out by everyone and that only fueled my anger even more. "THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"

Everyone cheers had finally ceased. Their eyes locked on me unexpectedly. The court room went silent, a pin needle can drop and echo along the walls. My heart raced rapidly inside my chest, I ignored the anxious sensation.

"We're the strongest regiment!" I proclaim, raising my gaze to Zachary.

He'd clasped his hands together while he stares at me intrigued. I hold his irritating glare as I recall my anger and wielded it like a blade. It was like greeting an old friend.

"That is not the point here, Lieutenant—"

"Oh? It isn't?" I step up but couldn't take another for I felt myself being yanked backwards. Whirling my head I see Levi challenging me with a menacing glare with a firm grip over my wrist.

"Don't do this, Emma." He warns. "Remember your place."

"Place, my ass!" I scoff before yanking my wrist away. "If that's true then tell that to the General! He's abusing his power and I won't stand by to see my regiment disintegrate!"