Their Embrace (AOT fanfic)

Chapter 2

Quick author's note: I own nothing but my own story and character. This fanfic is based on AOT but I do not own AOT.

Chrysanthe double checked her packed bag, and then she took stock of everything she had. Her 3D gear, 2 small hand guns tucked away in her boots, a couple of nicely hidden knives, and her favorite knife in its sheath on her inner thigh. She was overly prepared, but she didn't mind. Each of her blades would get to taste the sweet blood of her victims this mission.

     "They MP's are here, cub. Grab your stuff, and move out." Achilles waited outside the door for her and watched as she grabbed her cloak, and a small knapsack. Chrysanthe walked next to Achilles as they both traveled through the base to the tavern's entrance. Her eyes were blank, but if someone looked closely they could see a spark of excitement in them.

     "Don't question her, and don't bother asking her anything. She will do her job, and you are not to interfere. If she kills one of your own, or any townsfolk, leave it alone. You asked for someone and this is who you've got." Achille gruffly stated to the two MP's waiting for me. They nodded their heads nervously as sweat beaded in their hairlines. Achilles did that to people. He scared them since he ran the top dog gang, but he also raised the woman known as Chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum is a cold blooded assassin. She holds no remorse, and was trained for anything and everything. She is silent, deadly, and most consider her clinically insane. She always leaves a mark when she deems necessary, but her kill count is higher than Kenny the Ripper's. Nobody would know this except Achilles, and God if there was one. Nobody knows her name, but they know her appearance. She has red eyes that could be mistaken for gray when she gets angry. Her hair went down to her waist, and was a beautiful blonde. Her hair was often seen in a long side braid, but once it's taken down it curls slightly. Though only Achilles has seen her with her hair down.

As they approached the staircase leading up from the underground, Chrysanthe could hear the MP's in front of her whispering.

     "She looks little. Are we sure she can do the job?"

     "I could care less. She's hot, what is she's a good fuck?"

Chrysanthe glanced at both men and a sickening smile graced her pink lips. She took a deep breath and sang a sweet tune.

     "Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine." Her voice was soft, but reached their ears. It was soft, but haunting. The soldiers froze in their place. Chrysanthe smiled and continued passed them, but once she had gotten a few meters away she turned around and faced them.

     "Didn't he warn you. I am very talented and unfortunately I could hear you. So let's get up these stairs before someone dies." She ground out at the men and they nodded swiftly and picked up their pace. They were basically jogging up the stairs, but before they could reach the top something happened. Both men froze as they felt a hand on their shoulders.

     "Ah ah ah. I have a special surprise for you boys." She released one of the men's shoulders and let him run. The other turned around and tried to take her out. She dodged him easily, as if it was second nature. While dodged she pulled out her favorite knife. The soldier didn't see, and was so focused on attacking her missed her rebuttal. She thrusted her knife deep into his rib cage and pierced his heart. He let out a cry as she fell to the ground. Chrysanthe pulled the knife out of his chest and wiped it on his uniform.

     "Man, if only you had kept your mouth shut. I let the other one run to let him think he had some hope. I can't wait to watch him die. Maybe I'll drag this out, make it a fun little chase of cat and mouse." The soldier looked in her eyes and was terrified. He felt the blood rising in the back of his mouth but he had something to say with his last breath.