Ackerman's Destiny

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Cheers echoed in the streets of Marley, bursting fireworks and excited conversations overlapping. Flags waved under the expectant breeze, a crowd of people waiting at the port, clustered with hushed whispered scattering through the ground.

  The Ship finally came clearly into view, it's dock filled with people waving to the crowd and earning applause in return. They clambered down the stares, rushing and running to greet their familiar that were away from them for years. Kisses and hugs and tears, all mixed to make the most happy atmosphere. Only then did the crowd part to make an entire clear path, their eyes wide staring at the entrance of the ship. And when the expected figure appeared, the crowd screamed with excitement.

Not cheered, screamed.

The flaring cloak in the wind dramatised her walk, stepping down the stairs with over-flowing confidence. The men swooned, the women screamed and the kids looked star-struck. Her frame clad in white Marley Military Uniform adorned with rows and rows of medals walked with perfect posture and grace, as though years of experience in the spotlight had almost made her feel at home under the watchful eyes of the spectators. She waved at the crowd, laughing as the cheers did not cease.

She was the conqueror of 13 countries.

The master strategist of the military.

The monster that levelled thousands of lives.

She was Dominique Cadieux, the french women that took half the world under her control with the power of her brains and body. Fearless, Rebellious and Strong, a beast on the battlefield. Her reflexes and skills unmatched to any soldier in the world. Capable of ruling the world whilst orchestrating each of its actions. The multi-talented woman that got her breakthrough in society from her first mission on the field three years ago, giving Marley a victory with zero casualties.

And as expected, an absolute heartthrob.

  She winked at the crowd, swiftly walking through the path made her as she was trailed by the well known Titan Shifters who could only look at her with amusement. She entered a car, rolled down the window, and waved at everyone, laughing as her name echoed through the voices of the crowd. She settled back in her seat with a triumphant smirk.

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You had the choice to run away, to rebel, to disagree, but you couldn't. A part of you knew that it was not 'you could not' but that 'you would not' and every smug smirk from the selected people you got boiled your blood. You were a puppet, you realised that soon enough, everytime the military grew in power and greed and influence when your hands got bloodier with each kill.

But you couldn't stop.

No.

You wouldn't stop.

That was your job, another year was all you had to do. Another year of following orders. Another year of training. Another year of going to the battlefield. Another years of killing. Another years of seeing blood spill. Another year of hearing screams. Another year of being controlled. Another year of-

"Miss Cadieux, it's time for the feast the General has held." The voice of a young woman cut through the series of thoughts. She peeped through the door, a small nervous smile on her face.

You nodded, composing and collecting yourself. "I'll be there in 5 minutes, just a few final touches."

"Mister Braun will be escorting you to the feast hall." She informed and left, shutting the door behind her.