𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇 | A Yeager Story

[30] Charge

Warning: Violence and gore

???'s POV

It's been 55 days.

It has been over a thousand hours since he began its torture, one that forced me to scream and wail, treating me like a disposable doll instead of what I am.

He tore my arms apart, only to reattach them.

He made me eat what he randomly saw – cicadas, moths, insects with hundreds of legs, and poisonous frogs. But instead of allowing me to attain what I truly want, he thinks of a way to bring me back, no matter how forceful or disgusting it felt.

Humans are nothing compared to him.

Because no matter how disgusting and selfish they are, humans are still a hundred times merciful compared to this creature.

When... Just when I felt an 'arm' throwing me outside the hole for him to rest, there I lay on the surface, gasping and unmoving.

When will he end my life?

But as usual, no one answered, not even my pride and will. Everything within me has already shut down, and attaining death is starting to sound like a miracle instead of what it is.

Looking up, every time I even get the chance to have a glimpse of the outside world, the sky would always look gray and damp, a scenery I've begun to like. For it signifies my tenor, bleak and lethargic.

"Ma...ma..." The sound of my voice presenting how fatigued my body was provided enough information to make me realize the dreadfulness of my situation. Just thinking about how messed up I finally became instantly makes me tear up. "I... miss... you..."

Will I ever see you again? I don't think I can take it anymore.

"Pa... pa..." How I miss being lifted by you, for it felt warm and safe, a feeling so distant from where I currently lay. "Save... me..."

But it's pointless.

They're not here anymore, so what's the point of saying those words?

Ahaha... Just when a tear finally escaped from my eye, a familiar pull eventually tugged at my worn-out body. Despair once again washes over my features, making me laugh tediously. "Please..."

Save me.

I don't care what kind of creature you are. Use me, take advantage of me, then dispose of me. Just...

Get me out of this hellhole.

***

Mina's POV

"Are you worried?" Ymir's voice was louder than usual, and I appreciate her for doing it amidst the chaos I'm currently in. The sound of horses running in a pack certainly echoed through my ears, one so familiar and nostalgic to hear.

Who wouldn't be? I wordlessly answered her, tightening the hold of my reins to show my concern visibly.

"You'll get there soon." She says, her voice coming from the back. "Hang in there. Just endure it for a little while longer."

"Yeah." Deep inside, gratitude began to bloom from within. "Thanks, you shitty being."

"Oi, oi, is this the kind of thanks I'm receiving? You hurt me, young Yeager!"

And yet, you sound so amused.

"Spread out! Take formation to locate any enemies!" The commander orders, his command immediately being acted upon as we all begin to distance ourselves from the pack. Krista was with Connie and Sasha, and Mikasa was with Jean, Armin, and Hannes. Knowing full well that they'll be all right, I made it my decision to go with another group, one which has a low chance of survival.