𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐒

1

2 YEARS AGO..
ERENS POV

"Mr. Jaeger, I thought we made ourselves clear on the plan..I'm afraid if you take that route, our mission would collaps-" "I know what I'm fucking doing." Eren snaps as he slams his fist onto the wooden table in front of him, nearly crushing it in half. Lucas sighed as he leaned back into his chair, refusing to argue back and forth with his boss, Eren. He took a drag of his blunt and exhaled deeply to calm him down. "If we plan to take down Jean first, we would have a lot of people behind us. I personally want to take down Jean by myself. I don't need to make myself clear. You all should know very well Jean has lots of backup with him. It's not a smart move, but if you want to do it, then do it. Have fun getting slaughtered." Eren says as he walks out the meeting room, slamming the door behind him.

Lucas let out an irritated huff as he extinguished the blunt he'd been holding.
"Why the fuck are you all staring at me? Follow Eren's plan for the mission. You are Jaegerists, aren't you?" His voice tingled with annoyance as he stood onto his feet. As he was about to leave, a voice called out behind him.

"Sir. Lucas. This is not a smart plan. Jean's reinforcements are weak! We took them out befor-" His words were cut short as Lucas spun around and fired a bullet straight at the man's head, without any hesitation. The bullet pierced through his cranium, striking him dead. There was a loud thud as he fell backwards onto the hard pavement, along with a pool of blood that began to spread onto the ground. The other Jaegerists stood in shock, the room filled with tension and disbelief on Lucas's actions.

"Clean this up. Next one of you to disagree with Mr. Eren's plans, I'll cut your heads off." Lucas declared as he slipped his gun into his pants, finally leaving the room in silence. Eren stood at the balcony, pondering about the mission he got himself into. Smoking another blunt as one of the women approached him from behind.

A shy, soft voice broke the silence. "Mr. Jaeger, your bath is ready.." Eren whipped his head around, looking at the woman who stood in front of him. He replied with a small nod. In a swift move, he leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, leaving her flustered at his touch. Eren seemed to not care about the effect he had on her, and simply turning his gaze back to the splendid view from the balcony.

"What are you still doing here? Leave." Eren declared as he noticed the woman was still standing behind him. The women didn't seem to budge, like she was stuck in place. Eren turned around to face her, and examined her expression. Her face was stiff, and so was her body. Her body fell forward onto Eren's chest, she was shot.

Eren's eyes slightly widened in shock as she stumbled forward, wondering how he could have  failed to notice she'd been shot. He held a firm grip on her as he scanned around the area for a potential shooter in his house. His eyes eventually laid onto Lucas, whom has been standing in front of him for a while. Standing in the dark, Lucas slowly lowered the gun in his hands as he was trying to catch his breath.

"Lucas, if you had feelings for me, you could've told me! Not shoot her." Eren's voice was whiny as he played around with Lucas.

Lucas rolled his eyes as he walked over to Eren. "She was a spy, Eren. I could tell by the way she was dressing. Polyester? Seriously, Jean?" Lucas scoffed as his hands found his way into his pockets. "He could've treated his crew better, don't you think?" Lucas playfully smirked.

With a mix of angry and frustration, Eren let go of her, dropping her limp body off the balcony without a second thought of the consequences he could face if anyone else saw that. "Thanks, sweetheart. You made my hands all bloody." He added as his tone filled with a chilling nonchalance. Without further ado, Lucas extended his arm out offering Eren some wipes to clean off the blood. "Now, why would you do that." He questioned as his voice lingered with sarcasm and laughter.

A slight chuckle escaped Eren's lips as he glanced over the balcony. "It'll be easier for cleaning crew." He responded, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the used wipes down, discarding them carelessly.