Glory For Mankind | AOT [book 1]

Ch.7:Wingless Angel

Ruvik was breathing heavily, the fabric of his clothes were stained in red, his skin being covered in the same substance.

He kicked at the rather large corpse that layed by his feet.

The fool put up one hell of a fight, he had almost overpowered Ruvik a couple of times. If Ruvik were to have slipped, the man could have snapped his neck and ended him, the roles would've be reversed. Ruvik had the urge to chuckle at the thought, it was almost amusing.

He ran a hand through his short brown locks, before standing up, knife in hand, and taking a good look at his surrounding, Five corpses, one was lying on the table surface, his head hanging out at the edge and his neck bbent backwards. The other one had his throat slit as he slouched on a wooden chair, he was the first one to go. The third one was strangled to death. And the fourth one, he bled out. The last one was the heavy man he struggled with.

This was just another lovely morning on the job. Tasked to kill them early in the day, no witnesses allowed. Everyone in the premises must be eliminated, strict orders. The usual.

He stood up and cleaned his knife, before getting ready to clean up the mess he made. He dragged the dead bodies around to a corner of the dining area. That was when Ruvik began to wipe the house clean. He mopped the floors, watching as the soap water in the bucket turn red the more he dipped the mop inside.

Just as Ruvik was almost done finishing up, he heard a soft whimper and froze.

He came to a full stop, not moving a single muscle in his body as he thought, a pet? No, they didin't have any pets. If they had a dog, it would've attacked him before he could touch any of the family members. It couldn't possibly be a cat, felines could care less if their owners died.

That was why Ruvik favored the canine breed in the first place.

They don'thave any pets, he made sure. So what the hell made that noise? It couldn't have been his imagination, right?

And that was when it finally clicked.

No, they didn't have any pets.

But they did have a daughter.

Ruvik took slow and careful steps towards the basement. He opened the door, and it creaked before lightly tapping again the fall. He squinted his eyes down the stairs before gasping in surprise from what he had found sitting at the bottom of the steps.

Staring up at Ruvik was a beautiful raven haired female, who apperaed to look around the same age as him. Her bottom lip was trembling and her complexion was rather pale, she looked like she was going throw up. She was sitting on her knees, crying.

Ruvik was slow as he descended down the basement steps, watching as her face cringe everytime she heard the wood creak under his weight. Yet, despite that, she still didn't move away. When he stood in front of her, that was when Ruvik noticed it, the cloudiness of color in her eyes. The girl was blind.

"W-Who are you?" Her voice trembled in fear.

But Ruvik didin't respond as he examined her up close, noting the white dress she was wearing covered in filth. He also found cuts and bruises littered across her delicate skin, as if she was a canvas. Her wrists had rope burns and her ankles...they were broken.

This captured his curiosity as he was quick to crouch down to her. "What's your name?"

"A-Alis."

Blank brown eyes stared closely into her cloudy ones, surprised when she did something he never expected. She reached out and touched his cheek. His eyes widended as she gently took his into both of her shaking hands. "W-Who are you?"