Not The One Who Dies ⇀ Attack on Titan *Original*

Part 11: Promises

Levi quickly diverted paths when he heard the roar of Eren. He knew something must've gone bad if he had transformed. He neared the fighting, passing by a hanging Gunther. Levi's face hardened as he passed the dead man, almost feeling a sick sense of Deja Vu to when Erwin first recruited him.

He found Eld Jinn laying in the grass, his corpse cut in two, Oluo was to his left with his blood smeared across some of the trees. Levi kept a calm outside, but he was having trouble breathing. Not soon after that, he found his fiancé, Petra Ral broken against a tree. His eyes almost fell completely black. His heartbeat hard as he looked for the one body he told himself he'd never have to find.

Levi looked down on the ground, seeing a pool of blood on the ground. He followed the blood trail up the tree only to see who the boy he thought of as a son impaled on a branch, the sharp wooden slab sticking through his stomach.

Levi couldn't look at the boy, it wasn't that he refused too, he legitimately couldn't. It was very rare for a single sight to bring Captain Levi Ackerman to his knees, but that had. The captain kneeled and faced the ground, tears silently falling from his eyes.

"I'll get Eren home safe, I promise. I'm so sorry I was too late. I love you, kid." Levi said placing his shaky hand to his lips before placing it on the ground before flying off.

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Logan's bright blue eyes opened, no longer feeling the pain in his side or his chest. The boy looked around, curious about how he was back in his old home, the smell of his mother's breakfast lacing the air.

"Logan? What're you doing here?" He heard a voice he didn't think he'd ever hear again ask. The boy turned around to see a slightly older image of his father standing before him.

"D-dad?" Logan asked, stumbling backward. Joel Castle gave his son a sad smile before walking to him and engulfing him in a hug.

"How're you? What're you?" Logan was asking before his father shook his head, sitting him down on the couch.

"What happened? You shouldn't be here. You made it out of the house, I made sure of it." Joel said, taking a sip of his cup of coffee.

"I did. I was actually saved by a group of soldiers who took care of me, kept me safe. Oh god, Eld? Petra? Gunther? She killed them." Logan said, his eyes filling with tears. Joel sighed as he sat back on the couch.

"You're not dead son, close, but not dead." Joel sighed causing Logan to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. How wasn't he dead? He'd been stabbed twice and lost more blood then he knew he had.

"How's that possible? You don't understand what-" Logan was saying before Joel cut him off.

"Logan, it's time you know something, the truth about our family," Joel said causing Logan to nod.

"We come from a great line of warriors, our people weren't like normal humans, we had some type of mutated gene. Before I was born, before humanity was wiped out, we were exiled. They cast us out and put us on an island. Everything was fine until that monster came. It was fourteen feet tall and covered in fur. It slaughtered all of us except for me and your mother." Joel explained, Logan, following along curiously.

"We came to the walls, finding salvation. We thought the past hadn't followed us until that day. You have to understand, once we had you our priorities shifted. That's how those men defeated us, we hadn't trained in years." Joel said, looking down at the ground.

"Dad I don't understand? Warriors? Mutated genes? Where does this go?" Logan asked, curious on where his father was going for this. Joel gave the boy a look before placing his cup of coffee on the table. The man raised his arm towards his face, pointing it to the sky.