In These Lyrics

His Dark Past

Levi's POV

"Have you ever killed something other than a bug?" Hanji asked obnoxiously loud. I felt myself freeze, I noticed Eren did too. I managed to take a quick glance at him. He was staring forward, skin paler than usual, as if all the blood had been drained from his body. The usually bright aqua eyes were now dull and glossed over in an emotion I couldn't put my finger on. I imagined I looked the same way. For completely different reasons. Because what Hanji had said, was truth in my case.

Back when I had just gotten out of high school, my parents had died due to my father killing my mother, than killing himself. Right in front of me. Now you would think that I was now terrified to ever see anything like that again, but no. I wanted revenge. I wanted the disgusting creatures who were like my dad out of this world. So I found people who were just like me. Isabel and Farlan. Both of them had lost their parents to situations similar to mine. Over time we were able to develop a machine that was perfect for killing. With Isabel's knowledge of metals and simple machines, Farlans knowledge of mechanics and natural forces, and my knowledge of combat and war history, we were able to complete them. The 3 Dimensional Maneuvering Gear, or 3DMG. We took a while to get used to the odd feel of it in an abandoned warehouse near where we lived. Isabel broke one of her arms in training but just smiled and moved on with it. We did this until we became absolute professionals.

On our first real mission, we were tracking a guy who we had been watching for a while. He had killed 3 people in the past month due to drunk driving. On our way out to get him we carved one line into the frame around the door with our blades. That was the beginning of a great tradition.

We strapped on the gear and swung to the rooftops.

Eventually we tracked him down, though sadly he was in the sidewalk of a busy street. We shrugged it off and decided to go for it, no one would be able to catch is anyways. We flew down, cutting his head off, causing the people all around to scream in terror. And odd enough in that moment, all three of us were grinning, a criminals blood spattered on our faces.

When we heard the sirens, we took off into the night.

And that was how my life went for the next two years, cutting criminals down, over and over and over again. And somehow, all three of us remained sane, even with the mountains of blood on our hands. Nobody was ever able to catch us because we used an element that they couldn't access, we had brains (Isabel), brawn (me), and the rationality of Farlan. We were unbeatable.

Until we weren't.

On one of our missions to kill a young girl who went around killing females that fit into the category of tall, blond and white, we ran into trouble. This small, innocent looking girl worked for an organization like ours, except her organization was bigger, and more experienced than ours, and they were defending her. While she was out doing the dirty work, they watched from the shadows. Two boys, and that's all they were, children.

As we were descending to decapitate the young blonde, two guys jumped us before we even acknowledged their existence. A big burly guy with close cropped blonde hair, and a tall, lanky guy with dark brown hair. I even remember their names. Reiner and Bertolt. Only a millisecond before contact they yelled four words. It was the tall lanky one that spoke.

"Kill them, defend Annie" They had stabbed and slashed Isabel before I could react. Than the big one was on me, I did the only thing I could to react against someone his size. I got the hell out of there. I left Farlan to fend for himself. As I was running I heard his agonized yell from the ally where it all happened.

I had gone home and waited. For something, anything. There was nothing except the hundreds of carved slashes on the door frame. I cried for two days. I cried until no water was left in my system, until I was empty, I than resorted to music to fill the void within me, but when I wasn't listening I was empty, I took on learning how to play instruments to fill my life with a bit more colour.

I went about life numbly. I got a normal job at a book store, and it was all normal until I met Hanji. She came into the bookstore and somehow brought me out of my numbness and I started to feel more human, less and less of the monster I really was. Though I refused to let myself get to close to her, out of my own fear. I never wanted to hurt anyone ever again, because I left two of my best friends to die, and that was more than enough pain to last a lifetime.

Eventually my Uncle died. He left me the bar he ran, the 'Renegade Room'. I didn't like the title. So I remade it. I called it The Wings Of Freedom to represent how I was alive. I escaped by using my 3DMG, my wings. They opened a whole new door of possibilities, and I chose to kill people, Isabel and Farlans death is what was an eye opener, my realization that what I was doing was wrong. So I slowly fell away from that life, and into one of bar tending where I met Erwin, he was in the music industry, that job really appealed to me, a job where I could feel happy while working. A job that could be my escape. I kept applying for jobs at record labels and management teams, but I had never had a legal job other than the book store and bar tending, which didn't exactly work in my favour.

But than came the brown haired brat named Eren Jaeger. The Internet phenomenon. I watched his video so many times, analyzing the lyrics and realized that his story sounded kind of similar to mine, aside from killing hundreds of people.

Than by some miracle I was offered a job as his manager. I internally exploded when Erwin walked into my bar that morning, the morning that changed my life from a grey existence into one of brightness, colour, and Eren.

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QOTD: Do y'all like this plotty type chapter?

AOTD: Tbh I really enjoyed writing that you have no idea... So we are gonna have lotsa fluff in the near future... se ya!

Hope you enjoyed!