Sweet Serial Killer [ Riren ]

SEVENTY FIVE

SEVENTY FIVE
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"Eren!" Carla sobbed, throwing her arms around her son, who hugged her back slowly, squeezing her reassuringly as Carla cried uncontrollably into his shoulder. He didn't mind the snot or tears staining his shirt or the contact.

Carla had been notified of everything and as fast as possible came to the police station where Eren and Levi both waited. They would have been at the hospital, but Grisha was pronounced as dead on the scene by paramedics.

"Mom," Eren said shakily, pulling away from her slightly. Carla glanced up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was a wreck. Eren felt his heart ache with sympathy and he reached out to wipe some of the tears away.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Carla cried. "I'm s-so sorry you had to see him, and then identify him." She sniffled and Eren automatically tensed, flashbacks to his father's broken body zipping through his conscience, making him shiver.

Since Carla was still driving to the area and was too unstable to view her husband, or who could be him, Eren had to do the honors of identifying Grisha. He had known as soon as he saw the mangled body below the cliff, but apparently his words weren't enough. He had to see Grisha again and with witnesses.

This angered Carla. She claimed he was too young to have to experience such trauma. But deep down, Eren knew his mother was relieved. Relieved that it was not her who had to identify the crippled corpse of Grisha Yeager.

Besides, Eren had already gone through things most normal teenagers didn't have to. He lost three of his friends and one important parental figure in his life; now two. Mina, Thomas, Armin, Mr. Arlert. Eren listed them off to himself.

And now my father. He wanted to unleash a spew of curses. Why did fate have to be so cruel? Had he not suffered enough? Had his mother not suffered enough? She had already been struggling with Grisha. Now he was dead.

Shouldn't we be grateful?

Swallowing, Eren continued to hold onto his hysterical mother as she proceeded to sob into his chest, clinging onto him like he was a lifeline. No matter how horrified he felt, for some reason, he could not bring himself to cry.

Not a single tear dropped down his cheek.

He felt . . . Empty.

Was this an average reaction to a family member's death?

Your father's death?

Memories of Grisha beating him weaseled their way into Eren's brain and he gulped, his blood seeming to run cold. He remembered how he had slapped Carla, tossing her aside like she was nothing more than some used toy.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Eren averted his gaze from Carla to meet Levi's dark eyes. The boy was sitting a distance away, watching them intently. Upon noticing Eren looking at him, Levi inclined his head slightly, inquisitively.

Is he wondering why I'm not upset? Eren wondered.

Does he think I'm some emotionless monster?

Little did Eren know, Levi was thinking the opposite.

He had been studying Eren, and he was remotely satisfied that his boyfriend was not crying. Not once did he waste a tear over his asshole of a father. It made Levi content. Maybe Eren would start expressing his relief and thanks later.

Even if he didn't know Levi had killed Grisha, he should still be thankful that the bastard was dead. He should be smiling, not appearing so solemn. He should be happy, not all rigid and devoid-looking. He should be rejoicing.

Perhaps he's keeping up a façade for his mother, Levi told himself, sparing a glance at Carla, who was still crying. He didn't understand why she was so beside herself. Her so-called husband had hurt her. For no apparent reason at all.

Love, is it? He wondered. He had to give Carla some credit. No matter how awful Grisha treated her as well as her son, she still seemed to love him endlessly. She was loyal to him, all up until his very last moments on the planet.

"Excuse me, ma'am. We hate to interrupt your grieving, but we are going to need to ask a few questions." The voice made Levi avert his attention from the Yeagers and towards the front of the room, where he saw a detective.

Erwin Smith.

Levi could recognize that man anywhere.

Dipping his head, Levi allowed his bangs to fall into his face, hoping to appear as casual as possible. He did not want to confront Erwin Smith.

Not like Levi couldn't take him on.

No, he could.

Though did he want to? No. The death of Erwin would cause too much controversy. Unless Erwin harmed Eren or discovered too much, he would remain living. However, if Levi deemed him necessary to die, he certainly would.

"I'll go in first," Eren announced quietly, gently untangling himself from his mother, who sniffed and dabbed away her tears with a tissue she had taken from her purse. Her eyes red and nose swollen, she said, "Be strong, Eren."

Nodding, Eren kissed the top of her head quickly before glancing over his shoulder at Levi. They exchanged a brief look before Erwin led Eren into the back of the station where he would be questioned on the death of his father.

Stifling his sigh, Levi slumped down in his seat.

This would be a long night.

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(A/N: Killing Stalking final chapter of season 2 got postponed I'm shook but oh well. also I'm screaming how can u tell if someone is a hoe or not,,, anyway thank you all for 19K reads, I love you buttercups. ❤️❤️❤️❤️)