Mikasa Ackerman hated hospitals. They all carried the distinctive smell of cleaning products and antiseptics. Hospitals shared similarities with her office.
The ringing of phones, the hurried footsteps, the indistinct chatter too technical for civilians to understand, the injured and desperate elsewhere in the building. It was the smell that differentiated the two.
The corridors were much more expansive than her station's. Her shoes squeaked against the polished floor. The broad hallways bounced the sound from wall to wall. Only her shoes were heard in the lifeless hospital. It was quiet in the mornings for non-staff.
She regretted putting on boots, wishing she'd chosen flat sneakers instead. They wouldn't be as loud on the wooden floor, but alas, she'd opted for the stylish black boots with thick heels and no laces.
They allowed her to remain in touch with her feminine side but in the event she needed to run, the heels granted her that ability.
Black, her favourite shade. It suited her the best, she'd understood. Her clothes were as dark as her hair. Two stray locks dipped to her chin, a third making up her fringe.
Her pale Asian skin contrasted harshly with her dark outfit, highlighting both her skin and clothes. Her red scarf acted as a splash of colour.
She washed it regularly, its previous owners' smell long gone through numerous spin cycles. The edges had started to tatter over the years she'd worn it, as expected given it was over a decade old. Still, she wore it whenever she could.
She maintained a professional standard at work via the use of simple suits, her scarf resting at home. The old article of clothing carried too much sentimental value to risk being in the field.
She saw no need to take it off given her current suspension from work. Mikasa felt little regret for assaulting Levi. The shortarse had it coming in her humble opinion. She saw him as a threat to Eren, a poor substitution for the family they'd lost.
She planned to keep her hands to herself in the future as undoubtedly the officers will see her in a different light. She'd live with it, especially since she got to wear the old scarf as much as she desired.
She remembered the day well. The worst day of her life. Her hair used to be long back then when she could afford to live a life of childhood luxury.
She reminisced on her father's calm demeanour and her mother's loving smile. It all disappeared in the span of one minute.
Her father, killed in a home invasion. Her mother was murdered before her eyes, their blood painted the house red. They'd been following the lovely family for weeks, preparing for the right time to strike.
They wanted the girl. She was small and cute. Her pale skin and half-Asian heritage made her unique. They drugged her so she wouldn't squirm in their hands.
A nine-year-old Mikasa Ackerman woke up drowsy surrounded by strange voices and a gag in her mouth.
She hadn't heard their accents before. Her parents were posh and well-mannered. These men, however, sounded like brutes, purposefully mispronouncing words and ignoring certain syllables.
She tried to move but found herself unable to do so, the binds around her arms and legs proving it impossible to escape.
She overheard them speaking to each other. Something about selling and buyers. She didn't understand. She was too fatigued to bother to try to understand. Her body betrayed her.
Adrenaline didn't pump throughout her veins and determination avoided her as if she were a corpse. She pondered if she was already dead and this is what happened afterwards.
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Redemption Song | Levi & Eren
FanfictionCompleted! Ex-military soldier turned police officer, Levi Ackerman, has many secrets he keeps from the world. He's a man in his thirties with the eyes of an eighty-year-old and the attitude of a teenager. His therapist can't get him to open up and...
