#catalystictitanbitch

    Levi hadn't been living here all that long. He'd transferred here due to work, they insisting that he could buy more business here, but he didn't know how that made sense whatsoever.

    He wasn't a sociable person whatsoever. He didn't like people, which was why he picked his job. They picked out the clients, he made their advertisements, he'd send it to their boss who would then talk about it with the clients. Basically, he wasn't usually the one who associated with the customers, just did the dirty work, and that was honestly fine with him.

    However, during Levi's time here, he couldn't help but feel... uncomfortable. He didn't know what brought on the feeling-- the creaky noises from downstairs, the tapping at the windows when there was no wind-- but as the days went on he grew more and more... well, paranoid.

    While sitting in the kitchen one morning, he couldn't help but feel as if he was being watched. But maybe that was just his growing paranoia... right?

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2. You're way too slow.

Mikasa laughed to herself as she tried to catch her breath, taking a break under a tree in the park. In one hand she held a bottle of perfume, in the other a miniature colander. 

It was a new game they liked to play. Shoplifting two completely random items, the more useless to them the better. As she ran, Starke had fallen behind but she kept on going. They had an unspoken agreement that when it came to getting caught, you were responsible for no one but yourself. 

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“Oh, Mikassssa…." Standing tall in the half-light through the window, the demon’s eyes practically lit up, shining in the dark like beacons.

“You woke the baby.”

The laugh that followed was truly chilling- a chuckle, not unlike those that used to escape her when she was alive, only much colder. Like she knew some terrible secret the living woman couldn’t possibly understand.

“It’s been a long time. I’ve been watching you, you know. You and thatwretched man.” It was almost a lonely, wistful tone- almost, if it wasn’t for the venom spat in the last half. Tail twisting as if it were alive, Starke bared her pearly white teeth in a grimace of a smile, the daggers in her mouth glittering with the same malevolence as her eyes.

“Shhhh,” She cooed, taking a step back. “I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”Taloned hand moving to the scar the fatal bullet had left on her deathly pale skin, the creature’s ears flickered. “No, not you. I remember… But I’m in hell now.” Eyes flicking to the child in her arms, she hissed, backing up even further.

“This should have been mine.” A horrible noise rattled there, like something made of wrath- vengeance bubbling at her surface. Tail lashing back and forth in the dark, the demon folded her wings tight to her body, suddenly smug. Speaking softly, she held up one hand, the other resting on her chest.

“I’ll be back, Mikasa. This time, I can promise you, I will come back.”

And then she stepped through the wall, her lashing tail the last thing to vanish.

Starke was a creature of wrath, lust and envy. She had been corrupted, warped and twisted into a thing that didn’t really understand the concepts of emotions anymore, all bar those she had been feeling at the point she died. Anger, love and sadness.

And now, sitting atop the roof of the Ackerman household under the waning moon, she was sad. Mikasa’s baby was something she could not kill.

What hell this is?

I never deserved this.

Mikasa barely registered the words that the demon spat at her, but she could feel the rage, sorrow and wrath radiating off Starke's form. She pressed her infant daughter ever closer to her, though Ava had stopped struggling. 

"No!" she screamed "Starke, you're dead. You're dead - I buried you! Leave us alone! Leave out daughter alone!" 

Before she had finished, the apparition had already disappeared and Mikasa was reduced to sobbing on her knees. The floorboards were uncomfortable on her knees and ankles yet the only thing she could focus on were the thoughts racing through her head. 

Starke Hass. The girl she had seen buried in the ground a decade ago was here, in Ava's room. They weren't safe here, and they wouldn't be anywhere. Starke was a determined son of a bitch and would only find them wherever they ran. 

Hopelessness crashed over her. They were finally free of the titans. She and Levi were engaged with a beautiful daughter who they couldn't protect. Ava was the one good thing left in their lives. The infant who was now so quiet and still. 

She looked down at the bundle in her arms and found her still and turning blue. The dark-haired woman looked down in horror. 

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