Here's to my first fic! I know it's not that good, and the idea just came in, and it's late, and... Yeah. Don't expect it to be amazing. I'll write better next time, I'll try to update soon. Thanks for reading!

I don't own this Series. Trust me.

Chapter 1

A man walked down the streets of New York, hands stuffed straight down into his pockets. The rain rain had poured down, soaking his clothes till they sagged as if they were underwater. His feet had dragged slowly across they gray pavement, leaving many passerby's to speed past him. His bones hurt. His body aches. His head is like a rushing fire. He passed the store named Sparkys, and quickly walked inside. He looked through the clothing section, picking out all-black items and a pair of knee-high lace boots. He quickly fumbled in his blue jacket for his worn-out wallet, and handed some old, crinkled dollar bills. He changed, and walked out with a black umbrella. His green eyes looked up to the gray, cloudy sky.

"Now then, " he whispered, a smirk plastering his face. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Levi swung the door open in one quick movement, yelling something like 'Where the fuck did you put my documents' to his assistant, Hanji. She stumbled in, having her glasses quite crooked and definetly noticed she was totally off-task.

"Hey Levi! Guess what? You totally gotta look at these things called Titans! They soooooo awesome! Just imagine what we could do with theeeeeem?!" She nearly yelled around, twirling and running around the room.

"Does it look like I give two shits?" Levi said in monotone, sighing and rolling his eyes. He stacked his papers, a noticeable furrowed eyebrow. "So many papers, " he murmured, taking a sip of his coffee. Whole black coffee, nothing else.

"Haha, well what do you expect for New York's best police detective!" She exclaimed, opening her book and practically drooling over the pictures of titans. "Hey, congrats on the finished case the other day! It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would!"

"Why wouldn't it be shorter, you dumbass?" He bluntly said, turning his attention back to his papers and mumbling something about how there where two many fucking cases.

"You and your little potty mouth!" She examined, grinning like a Chester cat. "By the way, have you checked the news lately? Who knows what we might find there!"

"How bought you get me a sandwich and then I might listen to the shit you're saying." He replied, scribbling something down.

Hanji sighed, and ran out of the room. A few minutes later (a bit too early for Levi), Hanji was back with his normal sandwich. "Here, now let me have the remote!" She whined, snatching it from his desk. She then sprinted and flip jumped onto the love seat, flinging her legs over the side of the chair. She popped a piece of gum in her mouth, and flipped the channel on.
Levi barely heard what the TV said, even though it annoyed the shit out of him. He didn't bother to say anything though until the last announcement at 6:00 was made:

"Today, another unsightly thing happened at a local store. The man doing this, now labeled as the 'Player', has made it very obvious that he has done this for the past week. Most of the buildings he have burned or vandalized have been done the exact same every single time. This time though, instead of a clothing store, he has targeted a local gas station near a daycare. He blew up the gas pump, and lit a fire in the men's bathroom. Since he was wearing all black, we could not get a good look at who this man is. Again, outside, a white vanhad red spray paint saying;
'Im bored. When's the fun game gonna come?'
The police have done everything they can to find this man, but he seems to be invisible. The ultimate villain of disguise. Can anyone catch him? If you can find this man, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. This is Ashley Hills, Fox News."

"Ooh, wow Levi! Let's do this one next!" She exclaimed, jumping on her toes.

"Psh, it won't take me more than a day to finish it. Too boring." He sighed, keeping his voice. In the real facts, he was actually pretty intrigued. Was crime a game to him? Hah. Not till you're caught.

Come on, Levi, give it a try!" Hanji whined, spinning around in a chair. She checked the clock. "Oh my! My experiments!" She yelled, bursting out the door, screaming "Oh my god, my baby's!"

Levi huffed, slamming the papers down on the desk. A boy, a little teen, hiding from grown and trained police. Not a lick of evidence either of where to even find him. He assumed that he'd even killed some people with all the explosions that they said he'd been doing. This one might actually be a little interesting.

He looked at the time, and assumed he could take a night stroll across town. He would've met up with Erwin for a beer, but he was on a business trip. He snorted, deciding just to walk around. What harm would it do?

Levi had changed out of his suit and into a plain green t-shirt and some dark blue jeans. How he hated jeans with holes in them, since they weren't absolutely perfect. In fact, the streets were awfully grimy today. Well, more than it had been lately. He had wanted to stay on the cleaner side of the city, cause hell knows what's on the other side. Utter filth. He turned into a store, labeled The Trumpet, and was looking for some work supplies.

In the end, he had found a paperweight that had absolutely nothing on it, and bland brown plastered on it. There was also, more printer paper and then some mechanic .7 pencils. Always have .7 mechanic pencils for Levi, or he will work your ass till he throws up from disgust (which has never happened, so they end up in the hospital). He sighed, and took a turn.

So many bright lights, such a huge city, he'd admit it, it was sometimes hard to find a criminal in a city like this. He had tooka sharp turn right, when he saw something that was all to familiar.

Flames and blood.

He had tooken the cafe as a nice, four star, clean place who served there customers happily. Now burning aflame. He felt angry, who'd done this?

Then it hit him like a ton of geese.

A laughter and some humming.

Along with the sound of paint spraying out of a can.

He whipped his head around, only to be greeted with a full black blob. He heard the humming going along with the paint, and that the boy was kneeling down to a gray van this time.

"OI, you fucker," he spat, but didn't seem to bother the boy that much. He kept on humming and spray painting the car.

"Hey!" Levi said again, in a calm voice. "Shitty brat," he exclaimed, walking closer. "Look, you're fucking under arrest, so walk your sorry ass over to the wall."

"Hehe," the boy whispered, giggling like a high school girl.

"The fucks your problem? Get over here," Levi said one last time without just flinging the boy into the wall.

"I'm not stupid, and it don't like rules, " the boy noted, standing up.

'Ive found a game now.' Was what the spray paint said.

Levi got a bad feeling about this. Before he could speak, the boy lifted his hoodie, revealing brunette locks and gleaming, exited, but most of all, amused, as if taking pity, emerald eyes.

The boy started to walk past him. "The names Eren." He noted, and whispered, "Let the games begin." Into Levis ear before disappearing into the night, hoodie back on.