Party: so this will be RiRen. And that means TOP Levi.

can i suggest something? sometimes when i read through Levi x Eren fics, there will be the "ereri or riren" tag pairing names right? but i only like riren (top levi) but some people don't make it clear enough and then i end up with a whole bunch of ereri smut and im like ._. haha imsorry i just dont like it, and i know you might not care but. just can we try to at least warn the readers? like "caution. bottom eren." or something! like im getting increasingly confused, ereri is top eren right? and riren is top levi?people mix up the roles and ughh ive been with this fandom since the beginning and still, it's unclear lol. nothing big i respect your pairing its just, maybe a little warning. :) do you guys have the same problem? lol

Warnings: caution:bottom Eren :3, attempt at molestation, language, ooc, violence/blood, randomness, police au, eventual sex

Prologue

All his life he'd wanted to rid the world of evil.

When he was young, he was weak. He couldn't protect anything. How could he? He had a knife in his shaking fingers, but what was a knife held by a child against an adult filled with anger and alcohol? It had been going on for months now. His dad had lost his job so one day he came home drunk. Understandable, he was upset. But he would get over it. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would look for another job. They needed the money for the rent soon or the land lord lady would knock on their door. And they needed food. But he didn't get a job the next day. No. He went and got drunk. Again and again. It wasn't really bad but they needed to buy food. Carla had mentioned it to him gently because at this point he was drunk even in the day time.

They had to move into a poor apartment in the bad side of town. Okay.. they would get through this. She would get a job too or something. But right at this moment, food was important. He nodded his head, telling her tomorrow. He sold some of his unimportant valuables and managed to scrape some money out of it. Carla had gotten a little job as a maid. She was saving up for weeks to buy them something else besides bread and soup. She was excited as she walked to pick the kids up from school. A feast, she said. They were excited too.

They walked up their shabby steps with Eren singing about having pie and Mikasa shoving him to be quiet but happ as well. Carla smiled and led the way up to their door. She'd been saving the money under a board on the floor. She had to go get it then she could go out and buy some food with the kids. But all their dreams of having pie or a real meal dispersed when they entered their home. The lamp was broken on the floor. Papers and glass scattered everywhere. Chairs and the table broken. Beer bottles dripping on the carpet.

"G-Grisha?" Carla called out worriedly. "You guys stay there, ok?" she forced a smile. Stay in the doorway. Because if the fight gets too bad, you can run away and get the police.

Eren gripped Mikasa's shaking hand. It was too quiet. It had been too long waiting there, "Ma?" he called out softly. He heard a crash and a scream. It was all he needed to lunge into his parents' room. "Ma!" all the breath left him when he took in the scene.

"That money was for the children, you asshole!" his mother shouted angrily as she stood up, blood pouring from an open wound on her forehead.

Grisha grabbed her by the hair and tried to shake her off of him, slamming her against the wall, "You mean those worthless shits?" He had used the money for booze.

Carla's hard earned money she had saved so she could buy them a good meal they hadn't had for months. "No! Your children! Look at them!" she screamed, tears of frustration streamed down her face as she tried to get through to her husband, "They're so skinny! What are they going to eat today? Or tomorrow?!" Grisha was silent as he let go of Carla. She slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

He turned to the kids and Eren felt like he was going to throw up his heart. He put a defensive arm between him and Mikasa. But Grisha wasn't walking towards them. There was a beer can on the floor in front of Eren's feet that he picked up. He sipped it calmly and didn't break eye contact with Eren. The silence was suffocating.

Once he put that can down... what was he going to do?

"Carla... " Grisha said, "I never cared about them." his fist clenched and he brought it up.

Eren shut his eyes and squeezed Mikasa's hand for a punch that never came. Carla had managed to pull Grisha to the ground and they were struggling on the ground now, Carla was scratching and biting. But he had sat on her and punched her in the jaw. Mikasa watched with wide eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. Eren gasped as their father strangled her, slamming her head repeatedly on the wooden floor.

"Run.." Carla gasped, "Run away."

Eren backed out of the doorway slowly just as Grisha punched her in the stomach, making her cough up blood. He ran out of the room stopping in the hallway of their home. He paused as the scene never left his mind.

Mikasa turned around, "C'mon Eren." she said.

Let's leave.

"Mikasa.. go get the police."

She stopped and her eyes widened in shock, "What?" "

Hurry we don't have much time!" he shouted.

"You can't go back there!"

"Mom could die!" that made her freeze, "Go to the neighbor's house! Ask them to call 911!"

"Eren..."

"Hurry!" Eren screamed, his eyes narrowed in anger and fear.

She stumbled over her feet, "Be... be careful." she tightened her hold her red scarf before turning around and running down the stairs.

He didn't answer. But at least she would be safe. He turned around as well and ran back into his horrid home. He walked quickly with wobbly legs and a queasy stomach into the kitchen, He opened a drawer. And he pulled out a steak knife. It was big in his hands, but he grips it tightly. He walks to the doorway of his parents' room. He still hears the sound of Grisha's punches hitting his mother. He takes a big gulp of air because he was going to do this. He wasn't going to chicken out. And he wasn't going to wait until the police got here.

He stepped into the doorway and felt the air drain out of his body. He was still beating her. Her corpse.

She was already dead, drenched in a pool of her own blood. And then Eren trembled not in fear but in rage. Pure, blinding, rage. He lunged towards the monster who wasn't his dad. This man was a monster and not his dad. And he deserved to die. In his young mind, he didn't deserve to live. He cried out in anger as tears ran down his face.

How could he? How could he!?

The knife stabbed him in the neck, but it wasn't enough. He made the only angel in this earth suffer, so he deserved to suffer as well. The knife came down again and again, stabbing him in the eye, his heart, in the throat. Blood splashed on his face and hair but he didn't give a shit. Even as he felt the body grow stiff, he kept piercing the soiled body until you could barely recognize him. He heard distance movement and shouts that he faintly registered. Because he had just killed someone.

Strong arms tugged him off the body and he slumped on his knees onto the ground. The bloody knife went limp in his hands as the adrenaline vanished. He stared blankly at the wall, his back to the commotion and the body behind him. Drops of red splattered on his lap. It wasn't his blood. None of it was. He vaguely heard police sirens and people talking around him.

He heard footsteps and suddenly felt warm arms wrap around his neck and he was snapped back to reality. He heard her crying and felt tears on his cheek. "Don't... No.. I'm dirty." he said even as he hugged her back. He closed his eyes tiredly. And in the first time in his life, he felt relief. Safety.

The paramedics behind them were checking to see if either of the bodies were alive. They weren't. "She looks like she was killed by strangulation. Of him most likely."one said. They were too late, like Eren suspected would happen.

A cop with blond hair walked in, "And him?" he asked as he eyed the heavily mutilated body.

"Um.." a police woman said.

"Well?" he said, hands on his hips, "Who killed that man?"

The paramedics hurriedly covered the bodies up and took them away.

"It was him." she pointed to the bloody child. "The nine-year old kid."

Party: uhh im not really sure why it turned out so dark. it just happened. i guess this was a prologue, it should get happier lol r&r