Their Embrace (AOT fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Pl-Please, let me go! I'll give you-" The sound of a bullet pierced the air, and the man in the chair fell to the ground. The bullet had lodged itself into his head, and his life was over within seconds.

"We were supposed to gain information about the Reiss family from him. Why did you kill him before we got anything?" The voice was irritated and confused.

"He started to whine, and I had even touched him yet. That takes all the fun out of my day." Another voice, feminine, whined. Chrysanthe looked to the man, her partner Andrew, and gave him a blank stare. Said man felt chills run up his spine, and he turned away from her eyes quickly.

"I hope the boss doesn't kill us for this. Lets head back to base to give a report." Andrew left the area swiftly with his omnidirectional gear and headed to the base. Chrysanthe turned back to the scene and smiled. She was going to kill him for questioning her, once she got back. She turned from the scene and took off.

Time skip~

Once her feet touched the ground, she started for the boss' office. She walked there leisurely, and watched everyone around her. 'Base' was a large tavern located in the underground. It was run under the boss' mother, but underneath the tavern was a different story. Once she entered the basement, the smell of iron, blood, and gunpowder filled her nose. The basement was her home, and the scent and sights that greeted her felt like a greeting. She looked to the right to see people sparring and training to keep in shape. On the left side of her were doors, and she could hear the sweet screams of the victims to have been caught.

Chrysanthe continued walking and took the many twists and turns it took to reach the boss' office. She could hear Andrew inside complaining about her, and how 'reckless' she is.

'What a nuisance.' She shook her head slightly and opened the door. Andrew was standing in front of the boss' desk and turned at her entrance. Chrysanthe smiled, a sweet sickly smile, and stalked towards him.

"Oh. So, you think I'm reckless? And you think you have the right to question me?" Her condescending tone reached Andrew's ears and he took a step back involuntarily. She took this opportunity to pounce on him and pin him to the ground. Andrew struggled and tried to gain the upper hand but he couldn't.

"Whatever you're going to do, finish it now please. I have things to discuss with you." The boss huffed out indignantly. She sighed in disappointment and slit his throat swiftly. She watched the blood pulse from his wound, and heard him choking on his own blood.

"Man, I guess I really am reckless." She got off of him and stood up to face the boss. She wiped the blood off her precious knife with the dead man's shirt and waited for the boss to speak.

"He lasted longer than the last guy. You know, one of these days you're going to have to rely on somebody." Chrysanthe tilted her head confused.

"You trained me like this Achilles. Why not just let me work alone forever?" Achilles heaved a tired sigh.

"Little cub, I know. But teamwork is also important. You have yet to learn to trust someone other than yourself and me. Now I have a mission for you. The military police have a special request for us. We need to find a man named Pastor Nick, and watch him. We need to make sure once they kill him, it can't be traced back to the military police? Can you do that?"

"Wait. You want me, your best fucking assassin, to play babysitting to the fucking military police?" Chrysanthe voice steadily increased. Achilles sighed and pointed to Andrew.

"Had you learned teamwork and hadn't killed him, I would have made him do it." Chrysanthe glared at Achilles and started to curse and grumble.

"The military police will take you up their way in two days time. Pack for a couple weeks, and don't kill too many people. I don't want anyone coming down here looking for you. Understood?"

"Yes Achilles. I understand." Chrysanthe left the room, and headed towards her room.

After walking down a couple of flights of stairs she reached the bottom level of the basement. She walked to the third door on her right and opened the door. She left it unlocked because anyone, other than Achilles, who had entered the room had died shortly afterwards. She closed the door behind her and lit a couple of candles.

She stripped down and took a short bath to get the dried blood off of her body. Once she finished she dressed in a white tank top, and brown leather pants. Her hair was pulled back and away from her face as she sat in the chair in front of the vanity. The mirror had been broken long ago, but she could still see herself. Her body was toned, and she had many scars. Some were self inflicted, others were given to her. Sure the scars pissed her off, but one thing made her seethe. The tattoo that covered her shoulder and the other one that was at the base of her neck.

Chrysanthe's mother had met her soulmate while walking home. Her mother, Victoria, was walking home from her job. Victoria's soulmate was drunk, but seemed sick. Victoria foolishly believed her soulmate needed a place to rest, and walked him into her home. Shortly after closing the door, he attacked her and raped her. Once he had finished, he got up and left. Victoria had fallen into a hole, but this is where Chrysanthe came from. She didn't know until she had read her mother's diary. Her mother's soulmate was an evil man, and caused her mother to leave her.

She saw soulmates as a burden, and something that makes you weak. She kept her marks covered and refrained from touching people. If she had seen your soulmark, then she didn't care. But if she hadn't seen your mark, she would avoid touch unless necessary. She hated that she had two marks on her body, and you could see that. A long time ago she had taken a knife to her tattoos and cut lines through them.

'I hope I never meet them. And if I do, I hope they leave me the fuck alone.' She sighed gently and walked to her bed. She covered herself in a blanket and closed her eyes. Tomorrow she will train and pack. After tomorrow she had a mission. The darkness surrounded her mind, and her body.

'Goodnight mama.'