Their Embrace (AOT fanfic)

Chapter 5

Chrysanthe woke to the sound of the cell door next to hers being opened. The woman glanced around. The room was small, dark, and wet. Her eyes took a moment to adjust, yet she remained as still as possible.

'Where the fuck did am I?' Chrysanthe's thoughts were jumbled, but after a minute she had everything figured out. Her fight with the girl ended in her victory. She was distracted by the girl's blood, distracted enough to let the boy knock her down. The woman was impressed, for she had never let this happen before.

'Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with them. But in the end who really cares, I can get out of here easy.' Chrysanthe stood from the rock that was called a mattress, and walked to the cell door. She examined the lock on the door and chuckled. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a pin, along her small knife.

'Easy as slitting a throat.' Once the door was unlocked she put the knife and pin back to where they belonged. She took stock of what was missing from her artillery and frowned. They had the audacity to take her favorite knife. The woman's eyes darkened slowly, her body stiffening.

'I am going to kill somebody today. Whoever has my knife, is going to die today.' The woman had one goal, get the knife and kill whomever had taken her beloved knife. Opening her door quietly, she entered into the hallway and made her way to the staircase. She took a glance into the cell next to hers and grinned. The MP"s who were questioning Nick had been captured.

     "Well boys, looks like someone caught you. Oh well," she sighed, "I've got to get a move on. Have a great day." She smiled at the men before darting up the staircase. The door was a few feet away, and she stopped. The woman closed her eyes and listened. It sounded like there was a small group outside. All together in a huddle. Chrysanthe opened her eyes and smirked. Unguarded, and it seemed as if no one was paying too close to the door. A gleam could be seen in her eyes as the door opened quietly.

The door opened quietly and the group sitting in a circle did not hear, nor see the door open and close. Chrysanthe smiled as her plan was going to play out perfectly. Looking around the room for things to her advantage, she grinned. They were in a warehouse of some sort, with plenty of hiding spots and high ground. She was silent in her steps, for it was ingrained in her mind the properties of stealth. She walked a particularly tall stack, she glanced up and shrugged. The woman could care less about the height.

After perching herself atop the crates, she grabbed her hand gun and took aim. Her hand didn't shake in the slightest, even after the shot was fired. The sound broke the small murmurs of the group, silence now filling the air.

     "Now listen here. I want my knife back, it's my favorite. Currently, I have a gun trained on the blonde boy. Anyone moves, he's dead, and so are the rest of you. Now, whoever has my knife will drop it, now." Her voice was filled with venom as she spoke, the scouts were terrified. Only one was unscared.

     "Unfortunately, none of us have your knife you brat. I gave it to someone else, so how about you stop with your threats." His cold, uncaring voice rang through the room. Chrysanthe felt a pull towards the man, but remained unwavering. She thought over her next move, before an idea came to mind.

     "Will the person with my knife be returning anytime soon?"

     "No. Shitty glasses won't be meeting us until later. " Levi was hopeful the woman would come down, because if she did he could take her out. The woman atop the boxes remained silent for a few seconds. She closed her eyes and groaned out in frustration. She was going to have to wait with them.

     "So be it then. Until I get my knife back, I will be trailing you. If it is not returned within the next 72 hours, someone will die. Every 24 hours that I don't have my knife someone dies. Whether they are on your squad or not. It'll just be a surprise. Now, leave this place. The blonde boy, he will leave his where he stands, or he dies." After finishing her speech, she took a better look at the group, only to realize she knew 3 of them.

     "Ha ha ha ah ha ha ha!" Chrysanthe's laughter broke the silence, and made everyone in the room shiver. The only thing behind that laugh was darkness. No humanity, no warmth.

     "You three! Oh you three actually got the best of me! I should have been more aware, but that Eren boy should have been down for way longer. Tell me, how did you wake up Eren?" Her voice was maniacal. Eren glanced at the Captain and waited for some sort of sign. Levi glared at Eren and 'tched'.

     "Say whatever you want brat. It's technically public knowledge." Eren slowly nodded.

     "I'm a titan shifter for the government." Chrysanthe stopped breathing. Her smile was long gone, her eyes calculating. Looking the boy up and down, her brain was overflowing with information. Chrysanthe moved to her feet and walked to the ledge of her perch. She took a leap, hitting the ground and rolled. Her steps were silent, her gun trained on Armin, as she approached the group.

     "Well, that makes a lot of sense. But in all honesty, you're not the scariest person in this room. I, fortunately, take this title. Now, take the gear off Armin." Armin stripped off the gear, Chrysanthe motioned her gun to the side, making the blonde boy move away from the gear.

     "You know you're not going to get away with this. I will make sure you are taken care of." Captain Levi's voice rang out. Chrysanthe looked at the man and grinned. She knew he would get her one day, but she knew someone who had already claimed him. A close trainer of hers had said Levi was his alone to kill, if that day ever arose.

     "Sorry shortcake. Unfortunately, I can't do anything to you. Not unless deemed necessary, for your killer has already made it known that you are his." Chrysanthe's voice was full of disappointment. Levi's brain was working at such a quick rate he failed to notice the woman gearing up into Armin's ODM gear.

     "I'll be around. A shadow you can't touch, but I'll be sure to pay attention for the so-called 'Shitty Glasses.' Once I get my knife back, well I might just kill your little squad." The minute she had finished speaking she fired off into a window, the shattered glass raining down. The group of rookies and their Captain were shocked. The woman had snuck past them, stole ODM gear, and all without a fight. If Eren had shifted he could have killed everyone. Chrysanthe had chosen the right target, for if she had killed Armin, Eren would have lost his mind and shifted. All of their thoughts had one thing in common.

'She is dangerous.'

Time skip~

Chrysanthe had just reached her room, when she noticed something amiss. Her window was completely open. Someone was in the room. Instead of going through the window, which is probably what the intruders expected, she walked in through the front entrance. The people in the tavern gave her varying looks. Some concerned, others terrified, and some disgusted. Her body was dirty and varying shades of blood stains littered her body.

She walked down the hallway leading to her room silently, once reaching her door she paused. Her ears strained to hear anything, luckily she did. Two people were in her room rifling in her belongings. Thankfully, she had everything important to her on her body.

     "When is she getting back. I am getting tired, and bored of waiting." A feminine voice. She sounded annoyed.

     "Patience. She should be here any minute." That voice. She knew that voice. Taking a deep breath, the woman opened and closed the door. She stood before her old trainer, and another woman.

     "Ah, my little flower has arrived. How have you been? Last time we worked together was when your head reached my hip." The man had only trained Chrysanthe for 3 years. From the ages of 5-8, Chrysanthe was trained by the man standing in front of her.

     "What the hell do you want, Kenny?"