It's finally here! This is the beginning of the revisions, and I definitely think that my writing has improved since the beginning of this story... At least I hope, because rereading this was painful, to say the least.

I hope you enjoy the revision, and hopefully I will be able to revise more today, but if not, Thanksgiving break is in a few days. You can expect more in the following week.

Chapter One

Another hit. Oh look... another punch, kick, slap... Dad isn't letting up at all today. I guess it's my fault. He wanted me home today at 3:30 by the latest, but I showed up at four. It's always my fault... I killed my mom and adopted sister. If I hadn't been born, mom and dad wouldn't have always been fighting about money, mom wouldn't have left with my adopted sister, leaving me with my father, and if I hadn't been born, then mom and Mikasa wouldn't have died. But I was born, they did fight, she did leave without me, and on their way to my grandmother's home, my crying mother ran a red light; they died because of a collision—because of me.

That was four years ago... Mikasa was only 10 and my mother was 29... both so young and still so inexperienced in life. Mom, who had me at 18, had wasted her adolescence on raising me, and my father, only 20 when I was born, worked two full-time jobs. Dad made enough to get us by, but when his friend died and we took in Mikasa, the amount of money he made wasn't enough. We had to pay for food, bills, and school... that can push a man over the edge. Him and mom began to fight a lot when I was 8 or 9. My sister would always be the first one to say we were just kids and that we weren't to blame for all the problems our family was going through. Yet, that didn't stop them from getting mad, but Mikasa didn't get as much of their anger or frustration as me. She was mom's golden child...she loved her more and dad hated me the most. Even outside of the house I was always one of the kids who were bullied, and I had no friends, other than Mikasa. My dad thought I was too weak and useless to do anything, and mom wasn't much better. But Mikasa was my best friend. But she's gone and because of the guilt, I just let my dad... I just let Grisha beat me because I deserve to be punished. I killed my mother and sister... but I must try, I need to try and live on... for both of them.

"You have to fight now... Grisha is gonna kill us at this rate. We're bleeding out on the floor and we can't breathe... You have to fight back! NOW, EREN!" My inner voice yelled at me to raise against this tyrant as I screamed and cried out in pain, but as Grisha's foot came in contact with my chest, making my eyes bulge out and blood gushed out of my mouth, I realized there was nothing I could do. He pulled his foot back again and I braced myself for darkness, but before he could deal the final blow, the doorbell to our apartment rang. Grisha looked at the door and grunted as he walked away from my bloody body. He opened the door, just enough to see who it was, and shouted, "Who the hell are you and what do you-", but he was cut of by a fist to the face. Before I could see who it was they had already come inside and grabbed me... and then they ran. Whoever was carrying me was taking me away from that hell, but to where? "Anywhere but here would make me happy," was the last thing I thought before I gave into the darkness.

"Ouch... my head is throbbing so much I can feel it moving the pillow- Wait... pillow?" My eyes flew open, which was a bad idea seeing as how the room I was in was brightly lit. I squinted as I looked around. From what I could tell, I was in a small room with little furniture. The only things in the room were the queen bed I was currently in and a dresser. I took note of the window adjacent to the bed, and of the door, which was about six feet away.

Using what little energy I had, I sat up and slid out of the sheets quietly. As I walked, I noticed that I wasn't wearing anything other than my underwear and a large, white shirt. I panicked a little at the realization that someone had undressed me, but felt a little relieved knowing my underwear was still there. Regaining my focus, I continued to the door and gently pressed my ear to it. Satisfied with the lack of noise, I gently opened the door and peeked out. "Left, clear. Right, clear," I thought to myself as I ventured out of the room. Still not hearing anything, I turned right down the small hallway, seeing as how turning left lead to an open area. As I continued down the hall, I noticed there were three doors. One to my right, another one that was little further back and to the left, and the final door was on the wall that ended the hallway. Assuming it was the exit, I gingerly opened it, grinning lightly at the fact it wasn't locked. Pushing my face out of the door, I smiled at the outside world.

"You gonna go outside in just underwear and a shirt?" A voice from behind said.

Jumping and turning, my eyes were wide as I looked at the person who spoke. He was a little shorter than I was, maybe passing my chin by an inch or so, and his expression seemed like he was annoyed by my presence. I scooted away a little and his expression faltered for a moment. Looking down, I couldn't help but agree with the man. I took a good last look outside, and closed the door. As I turned back to him, he took this moment to step a bit closer and inspect me. Not knowing how to react, I stared at him, taking in his appearance.

Not only was he shorter than me, but he also had a few cresses lining his eyes and his mouth. I guessed that he must have been somewhat older than me, maybe in his late 20's early 30's. The man looked me in the eyes a few times as he studied my face, but didn't hold contact for too much longer than a second. After he finished staring at me, he raised his hand to my face. Instinctively, I flinched a little as he put his hand on my head, which was still throbbing in pain, but to my surprise he had touched a bandage that I hadn't even noticed was wrapped around my head.

"Your face is still a little puffy, and your eye is all swollen, but seeing as how you made it out of bed, I'm guessing I fixed you up okay," the short man said.

My eyes widened a little as I looked at him, "Y-you did this?" I asked, motioning to the bandage on my head.

He nodded and tapped my chest, which made me let out an audible wince. "I also tried to help with this, but it seems that man had broken a few ribs before I showed up," he said as he turned and walked down the hall to the open area.

"Wait... You're ALSO the guy that saved me from that hell hole?!" I said in an attempt to yell, but it hurt my chest. The man simply nodded and continued into the room, and I followed behind, with enough distance to feel safe. As I rounded the corner, eyes glued to the ground as I walked, the small man handed me something. My clothes. I had almost forgotten that I was wearing just my underwear, and, I'm guessing, his shirt. I grabbed them and looked at him, shocked and embarrassed, "W-why did you... um, you know...", I trailed off, not sure how to say it without being nervous.

"What? Undress you?" He finished my question without missing a beat. I nodded as I gripped my clothing tightly. "Simple. They were filthy and covered in blood. I also had to check to see if I could patch up anything," he said as he walked away to an open kitchen.

"Okay... but why did you do that?" The question was one of the biggest things I had pounding around my head, other than the enormous headache I couldn't seem to shake. I had no idea who this man was, so I had an even smaller idea as to why he would help me. But, instead of answering me, he seemed to be thinking over how to word it—that or he just didn't feel like speaking. Either way, he just continued to get out two cups as he began to heat some water in a kettle. As he did that, I quietly pulled on my jeans and sat in a chair that was next to the kitchen table.

Finally, after the kettle went off, and he began to answer my question. "Well...", he began with a sigh, "I used to live in the apartment next to you and that man. I noticed you when you moved in three years ago, or more like, I noticed how sad and miserable you looked." As he spoke, I thought back to when my dad had to sell the house due to his drinking and gambling problem. I thought back to how upset leaving that house made me, and how sad I was when I realized that leaving it meant leaving everything that reminded me of my mother and sister. I also thought back to the night we moved in, the first night my dad beat me unconscious.

I noticed that the man had stopped talking and was looking at me with a blank face. "Uhh... sorry. But, um... continue, please," I said as I took the cup he handed me as he sat down on the other side of the small table.

He nodded and continued, "Anyway, after awhile I noticed noises and shouting coming from your apartment, but it wasn't until about a year ago that I figured out what was happening. I'm sorry I didn't call anyone. At the time, I suppose, I didn't think much of it. That was...," He paused as he sipped from his cup, and I couldn't help but noticing he was holding in an odd way, "until a few months ago when I saw you with a black eye. You were standing outside your door for a while… just… glaring at it. I felt bad for you, but I figured that you would handle it," The man stopped and looked me in the eyes with an apologetic gleam in his. "However, today while I was moving the last of my boxes out of my apartment, I heard loud screams. I rang to see what was happening," he paused as he clenched his jaw, "but I lost it when I saw the pool of blood on the floor. I'm sorry I had to take you to this place, and by those means."

Even though this man had saved me, I was a little angry that he waited this long, but I was also a little skeptical about him because, well... technically he did kidnap me. Plus, I also had no idea of who he is or where we were. Glancing at the cup in my hands, I spoke with a little more anger than I had intended, "And where is this place, exactly? And who are you?" I looked the man in the eyes, feeling pumped up by the anger and adrenaline. Looking past me at the door, he stood up and walked to it. He opened the door, revealing what seemed to be a large, but cramped city.

"This is the Underground District, and I'm Levi," he looked at me with a blank expression again, but a fiery mix of pride and disdain hid behind his grey eyes," and I am the Thug King of the Underground."

Well, this was Chapter One (REVISION), I hope you enjoyed it, especially now that it isn't a steaming pile of shit. So, please, feel free to favorite, follow, or leave a review!

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OGW