Eremika:When The Time Is Right

40.Throne

The ringing of the phone.

Brrring

Brrring

Brrring.

"Hello-"

"I killed him."

A heavy silence pours out.

"--"

"We'll all be safer now"

Silence

"Your a psychopath, you know that right?"

Silence

"I'll do whatever it takes to make sure he's not haunting our minds anymore, Levi"q

"What after that, Eren?"

"They will need me"
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I retreat back to Mikasa, looking down as I walk through the corridor

Nobody should see me leaving from that place.

My gun is stationed,tightly tucked back in my pocket,it's rich, blood red drops of blood, slightly painting my t -shirt.

I hear the chants of loud, boisterous teenagers, emerging from a flashing room.The array of colors gleaming, blinding me as I walk towards it.

Avoiding the passed out people sprawled on the floor, the bodies of dancers,vigorously moving to the beat, I push my way through the crowd as my eyes scan the room to try spot Mikasa.

We need to go.

Now.

Fidgeting with her bony fingers, I notice her staring straight down.
Refusing to engage with the chaos around her.

Her hair angled perfectly, showcasing her radiant beauty.

Her captivating grey eyes, i fear if i stare onto them, I'd lose myself.

Her smile, glowing as her rosy cheeks emerge from the stretch of her lips.

Whys she smiling?-

I avert my eyes away from her, identifying the group of boys, with a scent so strong of alcohol, it makes her quiver with disgust.

I watch , as the men squander, moving towards her, attempting to make conversation. Attempting to swindle her.

Never.

With my feet ready to pounce towards her, my fists clenched at my side.

They will soon find out what happens when people touch my things.

She shuts them down with a polite smile.

But no, they persist. Laughing off her eye rolls, giggling at her blank stares.

Until one man is bold enough to place his arms around her.

Hell no.

I clench my jaw, as I storm towards them, desperately this time.

Before I can jump in,ready to send someone to join Zeke, Im struck as her piercing grey eyes could not be more definite . Definite that they should never even think about touching her, let alone breathing near her.

She glares at them, her hand gripping their wrist as they wince in pain.

The sweet sound of their bones cracking as she effortlessly takes his hand off. She couldn't look any less bored.