Sweet Serial Killer [ Riren ]

ONE HUNDRED FIFTY

ONE HUNDRED FIFTY
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Levi knew something was wrong once he went onto his break.

Checking the security film, he realized half of the cameras were blocked out. The feed was blurry and distorted, like someone had intentionally disrupted it. The other cameras still remaining, which were the ones he'd hidden in recluse places, detected no movement on his screen. It was eerily still in the house, and Levi didn't like it.

"What the hell?" He muttered crossly. He decided to go through the footage over the last few hours. It would probably take a long time, but it would be worth it to figure out if his system was just malfunctioning, or if something more sinister was happening. Levi frowned. Just the idea of Eren intentionally blocking the cameras . . .

He grit his teeth.

Reviewing the videos before him, Levi watched with narrowed eyes. He studied everything cynically, analyzed every tiny little thing . . . He was on the edge of his seat. He sat for a few minutes with nothing whatsoever happening. He decided to fast-forward slightly, and just then, he caught something. He slowed the feed down, and resumed it to its normal pace. Sure enough, a familiar figure came into his sight. Eren.

He was staring directly at the camera, and Levi looked into those bright blue-green eyes, feeling impatience and worry overcome him. Something isn't right, he thought anxiously. Eren lifted his hands, revealing a cloth. He then grabbed a chair, stood on top of it, and wrapped the cloth around the camera, blocking off Levi's view of him.

Dammit . . . Dammit! Levi almost tossed his phone at the wall in his fury, but forced himself to calm down. Switching cameras, he quickly reviewed the rest of the footage. From a camera in a corner underneath the TV stand, he managed to see Eren and the brat, Zeke, standing by the security pad. Eren typed something, and the door opened.

What?! How did he know?! Levi's eyes widened, and he felt a cold shock overcome him. Eren should have never been able to guess that! Levi had never let any of that information slip. Eren had never met Isabel, or Farlan, so he couldn't have known how important they were to him. Levi had never spoken of them, either. So one-hundred-percent, he would never have an ounce of knowledge of both of their birth dates . . .

Levi had never written the passcode down anywhere, either. He had it memorized by heart. But now that was a waste. Had he messed up somehow, someway? Of course he had. He had been so careful, so cautious, and he'd blown it all in a matter of a few weeks. He'd worked so hard to maintain a perfect life with his lover, and he'd failed.

"Fuck, fuck!" Levi was shaking, and he anxiously turned off his phone, shoving it into his pocket. It was around midnight, a little past. The footage was about forty minutes ago. Meaning Eren was probably long gone by now. Long gone, without him. But with that stupid brat, Zeke! Levi tugged at his hair with frustration, and he pulled, hard.

Strands of dark hair fell into his hands, and he moved them away, feeling his scalp stinging. The pain was a distant sensation, blocked out by the freezing sense of dread and panic. He hadn't quite felt this way since . . . The day Isabel and Farlan had died.

Remembering them always put Levi into a bad mood. It filled him with anger, with bitterness. It plagued him with an inner rage which he couldn't ever properly dispel. It was confined deep within him, and he had no one to really vent his emotions out to. He could have talked to Eren about it, but . . . That just wasn't right. Levi was supposed to be strong to him. To everyone. To know he was hurting inside—nonsense.

But maybe Levi should have said something. Without even realizing it, he'd taken out his depression and fury out onto the person he cherished the most. He lashed out, and he turned cruel and mean. He didn't want to be like that with Eren. Eren was supposed to be the one person he was gentle with, accepting of, kind to. But Levi had pushed that aside and let his irritation with the world seep into irritation with Eren.

And . . . It wasn't right. He was wrong. Levi swallowed, feeling a hard lump in his throat. For the first time in a long while, he came to the solid truth: he had messed up. And he . . . Regretted it. He wasn't supposed to have any more regrets. The day Isabel and Farlan were taken from him, he'd sworn to himself that he would regret no more.

He'd broken that promise, hadn't he?

"Dammit . . ." Levi stood up, and made his way towards the door. He was the only one in the break room at the moment, so no one had seen his mini mental breakdown. Swinging open the door, he stalked his way towards the manager's office. He was going home, no matter what. He didn't care if he got fired, it was a dire emergency.

"Oh, Levi. Hello. What can I do for you?"

His manager smiled up at him, and Levi swayed a little on his feet without meaning to. Clearing his throat, he leaned against the wall. "I need to go home," he explained. "Oh. Are you ill?" His manager looked concerned, and Levi twitched. No. Just let me finish my sentence, you old cow! He wanted to snarl, but he forced the feelings away.

"No. It's a family emergency. I have to rush to the hospital, right away," he lied. "Oh, my! That's awful. Alright. I'll give you a paid leave. But this is the last one you have left, okay? Good luck," his manager seemed genuinely worried, and Levi waved a hand dismissively. "I understand. Thank you." He moved away, ducking his head and sighing. He thought that moment would never end. At least it was easy to get away.

Grabbing his belongings from his work-locker, he slammed it closed and secured his lock. Exiting the building, he was grateful he didn't run into any of his coworkers. They'd slow him down, and he didn't want to deal with anyone else right now . . .

He wasn't in the mood to dispose of any dead bodies if people got on his nerves.

Fishing his keys from his pocket, Levi unlocked the door and climbed into his truck. Starting it up, he angled his head towards the ceiling. He was seeing spots in his line of vision, which was probably due to his stress. He exhaled heavily, his head spinning. "Ugh." He groaned faintly, and without bothering to put on his seatbelt, drove off.

Eren. I'm coming for you. I promise, and I won't break it this time.

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(A/N: swiggity swooty he's coming for that booty)