Striking Back at the Veins (An Eremin Fanfiction) [SNK/AOT AU]

Chapter 20 - Dark Wings

Levi Ackerman. Probably the worst you could get when it came to criminals. He and his two partners who were never able to be identified, were the most feared trio in all of Shingeki. So feared that they had adopted the name of the 'Underground Thug Trio'. Never once had they ever been caught in the act, but people knew it was them due to a signature trademark they left at all the sights of their kills. A branding with the initials 'AMC' on the necks of their victims. They always worked at night and only people who were part of the mafia or any 'underground' companies knew them. Hence, how they got their name.

They had been responsible for the disappearance of so many high-ranking CEOs, mafia bosses, even military officers. They didn't care who it was as long as the pay was good. You got on Levi's bad side, you and your whole family would pay the price with your life. They always knew who would exploit them. Thier intelligence and ability at thinking swiftly always earned them the upper hand and respect of other criminals in the area. They were so smart infact that they were always at least twenty steps ahead of the Police Force, already hacking into the facial recognition chamber, already deleting their fingerprint scans so they wouldn't be found. It wouldn't of mattered what they did, because they had deleted their full profile from official government records. They had may as well of been dead. Everyone thought they were.

Someone had betrayed them though. The media got it all on tape, the death of Levi Ackerman, the fleeing of his two followers, only being able to see a tall man and a teenage girl sprinting over a cliff edge, jumping into sharp rocky waters down the bottom. It was broadcast throughout the nation about the death of the 'Underground Thug Trio' and how the streets of Shingeki were finally safe. Armin was shocked when it came on the news. He was the only person I knew that saw the good in them. He had become so obsessed with them, looking into everything he possibly could about them. He was almost able to find a name for the other two but then they were gone. The reason I knew all this information about them was because of Armin's obsession.

But apparently, Levi's death had all just been a hoax. Now looking back, it had only been a few weeks before Armin was taken that he was reported dead. Perhaps his plan all along had been to come here and start this. But that didn't seem like something an assassin would do. Unless he really did want to start a new life. His new life as Rivaille. According to Ymir, if you dared accidentally called him Levi, he would very likely break your bones. Last time someone called him Levi, they were flung across the entire Utgard complex, creating a perfect silhouette through the metal walls. It had taken two weeks to repair the hole.

He was unlike anything I had ever imagined though. He was blurred in the tape so no one was able to see him but I still had a general idea of who this mastermind group looked like. Levi... or Rivaille I imagined to be a tall bulky man, long hair slicked back into a ponytail, armed with multitudes of firearms and coated with piercings and tattoos. Although he did have the sinister look and expressionless attitude I expected he was short in stature and wiry instead of bulky. His dead straight ebony hair matched the colour of his elegant yet rugged looking wings that dragged on the floor behind him. The only weapon that the man had was his death glare that could murder whole towns and his scythe that was about the same height as me, making him look even tinier.

As we entered the semicircular passage way into Utgard he retracted his weapon so it was the size of a small pocket knife and clipped it to the belt of his martial art pants next to his illuminated BA. The dome building was massive and that was only the entrance. I walked up to the iron railings and looked over the edge. It was crazy. Titans everywhere. A mixture of winged and deviants grunting and calling as they fought each other with a multitude of weapons. All those fighting were in black as their blades clashed sending sparks and blurs of dark across the cement arena. One pair of winged Titans came up to the top level where we were and were hurling throwing knives and ninja stars as the another picked up a small girl with red pigtails, flinging her towards the attacker.