𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

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As you walk away, the Kremlin's falling,
As you walk away to Radio Four is static,

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—3rd person—

"Y-y-you're crazy!"
The man proclaimed, trying to crawl away by only using his forearms, as Levi had just broken his legs.

Levi stared down at the man, crawling like a pitiful cat, watching as the blood streak on the floor, coming from his stomach and few cut intestines, became longer with the further of distance he created between him and Levi.
Levi was frowning.

Not because he didn't enjoy it. Oh, no, he enjoyed killing every last one of those peasants, he really ran with the idea that Chun Hei came from a noble family.
He was frowning because it always created such a mess.

"Yeah, maybe I am."
Levi said as nonchalant and bluntly as possible, stating the obvious.
As Levi's heavy, expensive, shoes clicked against the tiles in office building, his co-worker scrambling for his life, increased his speed panting like a dog.

But walking out beats crawling, so quickly Levi gained speed onto the man, where he grabbed a fistful of hair, slamming his face into the tiles.
This cause Clément to stop crawling, Levi bent down to his height.

"Tch..."
He mumbled, seeing the tiny splatter of blood come onto his shoe.
"My wife spent a long time cleaning these shoes, Clément."

"I-I-I didn't k-k-know y-you t-two were engaged!"
He cried out, speaking the truth, covering his head with his arms for little protection.

"Well you still grabbed her ass and just wouldn't shut up about her god damn smoking hot body!"
Levi exclaimed, that manic, god-like glint in his eyes as he recited the exact words Clément had said to trigger his intent to kill.

"Between work and the pregnancy, I barely get time with my darling sweetheart, I almost feel bad when I see her cleaning my shoes and clothing to absolute perfection! So..."
Levi trailed off, chuckling insanely, as he saw the trembling boy, ever so slightly turn his head over to Levi's body.
"Lick, your, blood, off, my, shoes."
Levi smiled, emphasizing every single word.

Clément, did so, hoping this would spare his life.
Once done, he looked up at Levi, with pleading eyes, begging to be released.
"P-p-please! I w-won't t-tell anyone!"

"Tch... see the problem now, is that your slobbery saliva is all over my damn shoes!"
Oh no. Was all Clément could think before Levi stomped on his head, just forcefully enough that it broke his nose, but not enough to kill him.

"P-please!"
He trembled, now trying to crawl away, once again, trying to come up with an escape route.
Clément wondered if it really was hopeless, as he couldn't think of a way escape Levi, or if he just didn't give two shits, about his shitty, single, bachelor life, with his mom recently dying from cancer.

As he stopped to think, if struggling was worth it, Levi had smashed a wooden chair, over his back, breaking a few ribs.
The man groaned, and any tense muscles ready to move his sluggish body, slumped. He had given up. He closed his eyes, ready to accept his death.
Levi took notice, and chuckled to himself, sitting in the nearby desk, and lit a cigarette, taking a smoke break, just to make the nervousness in the boy's body to build up.

And it did, but a sudden hope of Clément came back. He convinced himself, he should be able to sturdy himself on the leg that wasn't completely broken, and make a run for it.
He would have the lead, while Levi would have to doze his cigarette, and catch up.
The boy did just that, screaming in agony.

Levi chuckled yet again, letting him taste freedom for a split second, as he rolled his head back, cracking his neck. How badly he just needed a blowjob from Chun Hei right now.
He sighed, adjusting his eyes back to the running boy.
He pulled out his gun, a weapon Clément did not know he had, and just as the smile reached his face, as his hands went to push on the exit door, Levi aimed, and shot.
Ultimately killing the boy. He wished he could have more fun, but, so it be, that yet another nuisance was rid of.

Levi went over to the body, taking his last few breaths. Clément looked at Levi, his face going pale to blood loss.
"Who the hell do you think you are? A god?"

Levi raised the gun, aiming in between his eyes.
"Yes, I do like that name."
And pulled the trigger.

Levi dragged the boy back to the main centre of the room, dismantling his body for easy disposal, then got to work, scrubbing down the office to a complete perfection, using the fact any blood was spilled.

As he hummed, a Korean folk song he heard from Chun Hei, about a husband killing his wife, Levi's body went cold.
Expensive dress shoes, like us, clicked against the floor, in the distance.

Levi stood there, his eyes trailing to the corner, seeing the blood mess still around, as well as Clément's body. No! His plan was perfect! It was god-like!
Levi counted how many pairs of shoes he could hear, which ended up at a group number like 13. Nobody but him and Clément was supposed to be on night shift... not even any bodyguards. So why and who?

But a group number of 13... could only mean...

"It's been a while Levi... for such a clean freak.. you made such a mess."

"Oh god! The stench is already disgusting! Why'd you go so ham! I'm going to throw up!"

Detectives. A group, of detectives.