"She's a strange one, isn't she?"
Throughout time, there's been a certain.. tradition, if you will, that occurred to everyone from a famous dynasty. It passes down from grandparents to parents, parents to children, and the cycle continues for eterni...
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Wailing screams of horror filled the basement as I snapped the man's tooth from his root; his gum slowly leaking with red blood as he groaned from the pain. All the while, Levi stood behind me, guiding my shaking hands to and fro with his chin resting slightly on my tense shoulder.
"I'm getting real tired of asking you the same thing, old man. Who's orders are you following?"
"L-Levi...you shouldn't be so harsh." I scolded him, reluctantly releasing the tool from my grasp and backing into his chest. He quickly held me.
The man below us wailed, cried and screamed as he looked up to us, his glossy hazel eyes filled with clear tears, "P-Please, princess, I'm begging you; Have mercy!" Levi's dark, menacing blue orbs bulged in surprise as he gasped.
"Oh?" He muttered, "Don't address her so formally now. This is your last chance to answer my question, or so help me~" Levi leaned down and grabbed the man's chin with his bloody gloves as he looked him directly in the eyes, "I will not hesitate to kill you. Tell me what I want to know and you're free."
The man simply sniffled, averting his weary gaze to his battered boots. "Who's orders are you following?" Levi repeated for the final time. I waited intently, hoping the poor man would follow through with Levi's order...however, he remained silent. Levi rose from his once kneeling position, placing a hand on his hip as he scoffed aloud.
"I see you've made your decision." He whispered. Levi snuck his fingers into his pants pocket, smuggling out a small, handheld dagger. He leant in close and pressed the weapon against the man's neck. I turned away, not wanting to see the disturbing action. I...I could never get used to seeing someone be killed right before my eyes. Even being raised in the Underground, it's just something I've never been able to grasp and control.
"The Military Police." A ragged whisper emerged towards our left as I opened my eyes. Levi pulled his blade back, and turned his attention towards the intruding noise.
The original man Levi tortured was the one to speak up; I presume to save his friend. His face revealed genuine hatred and contempt for the two of us as he spat on the ground. In punishment, Levi roughly grabbed his brunette hair and forced his head back against the metal chair.
"Now, now." He scolded, "That's not sanitary." Levi released the man's hair as he coughed up oozing blood. God, Levi was being far too rough with these men! If he doesn't loosen up, he might end up accidentally killing one of them, or even both! "Now, what were you saying about the Military Police?"
"D-Don't tell these people a-anything, Renegade!"
"Ah, Renegade? That name suits you perfectly." Levi commented with a slight chuckle. I punched him in the shoulder before crawling up to the man's leg and placing a hand gently on his knee. I looked up at him.
