Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

28.

The cheers of the crowd we're almost defing to Eren.
Dodging a right hook punch aimed for his nose he stood on his back leg, and delivered a roundhouse kick to the other guy's face. The move effectively ending the round.
Eren got out of his fighting stance, wiping the sweat off his brow with his forearm.
He crossed the could concentrate room to collect his prize money from the ref.
"Do you really think that you would get My earnings?" The man asked.
Eren cocked his head to the side, ya, I did, I was the one in the ring, not your overweight ass that's what he wanted to say, so he did.
The man who looked like an albino chubby caterpillar in Eren's eyes, turned an unhealthy shade of red.
"What you gojng to do about it, little Omega?"
One would think that in a normal circumstance that reminding some one that they were a lower raink them you would mean that you would win the argument, no questions asked. But since Eren was out on the streets enraged with a baseball bat for that reason, it only enraged him further.
Eren scoffed and reached to the wall beside him, his hands swimming over the uneven and chipped cement wall. When his fingers grazed over the handle of the bat, he let his lips flatten into a smile.
"What do you smiling about boy?" His response from Eren was a bat swing to the temple. The impact of it sounded like when Jean walked into a pool, but this had a heavier sound, and unlike Jean, the man didn't burst into a fit of drunk laughter, and he Shure as hell didn't get back up.
All eyes were turned on him as he slaughtered past the unconscious (and possibly dead) man to the silver cash box, unlocking it from the small key that was left on top, Eren took all the money, counting it on his way out.

One of the few pleasures he had as a "punk kid" was walking through rich white  neighborhoods (A/n @me) it was fun watching some walk to the other side of the street to avoid him, or watching as some closeted there front blinds.
He walked up the large hill, why did rich people feel to need to own a house on top of a literal mountain? Eren would never know.
It got quieter the farther he walked, Eren guessed that there were all on some expensive yacht for the weekend.  Perfect.
He survived the things around him, and his eyes landed on mailboxes.
He walked up to one, it was mostly covered with bricks, but it was a good thing to break as any.
Eren lifted the light tool above his head and brought it down, hitting the corner of it square on. Small chunks of red brink fell to the ground.
It felt satisfying. So he did it over, and over, and over again. With one final blow the mail flew out onto the streets as the box it's self toppled to the ground. Eren huffed and looks at his bat. It was warm from all the use, and paint was gone on one middle spot. He walked backwards as he thought, only to hit a car and it's alarm going off.
Eren went over to the driver's side and smashed the window in, not even trying to protect himself from the glass. He reached in and unlocked it. He stared at the dash board, it had a tutch screen so it was obviously new. Not really caring about what would happen he smashed the bat into the speedometer.
While Eren was busy a stray dog walker happened to stumble upon the scene.
"One teen, he has a mask on, is destroying a car and it looks like he already destroyed the mailed box if the house. He is on Fleps street." Eren turned around when the poor man's Chihuahua barked. Eren stalked up to the man, who was frozen to the spot in fear.
"Move" was all he said the the deepest voice he could muster and walked past the man, growling slightly.
Eren always prided himself in knowing pretty much the exact Roots the police would take to get to the place he would be.
Eren cut through  a side street and made his ways into the lower towns.
He climbed up a fire escape, feeling a need to get some fresh air, he walked past some kids playing on it and ruffled there hair and thew them each a couple hundreds.
When Eren walked on to the flat roof that had small piles of leaves on it he heard some words being exchanged.
"You're precious empire will crumble to first at the end of the night. How do you feel about that?" One voc said. The other satyed silent for a bit before responding in a thick accent, "You and I know that my men are on their way, you will be dead in a matter of minutes."
Eren leaned over juxt enough to see the first man. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat when he recognized the face. Eric Monguy, the top human trafficker of the city, a man that he always clashed horns with.
Eren usually didn't pick sides on political Street matters, but he was on whoever's side that was opposing the monster.
With out warning he charged at him, Eric barely having any time to even try to turn to him as Eren leaped into the air and smashed the bat into his skull.
Eren was going to turn around to greet the man he saved when a shot rang in his ear. Eren looked back across the roof top the see a group if men running twords him, then down at his hip, where a small dot of red slowly started to get bigger and as his vision started to rain. Then the ground came up to greet him like an old friend.