Five years ago, you were once a young girl named [Y/N] living within the walls in peace, in your small home with your loving mother. Before that all changed when the colossal titan appeared and broke into the wall, leading the rest of the other titans to invade in and overtake humanity again.
You have witness the true horror of how cruel the world can be, when you saw your loving mother from a not to far away distance, getting snatched, being ripped apart from limb to limb before being devoured by one of those sick bastards. You should have ran to safety like she told you to. Although you couldn't since it felt as if time went slow when that happened, unable to move your body to start running.
Dropping down to your knees, a wave of agony and fear over came you. Ignoring your surroundings, the people screaming in horror while fleeing for their lives, the blood stained scarred streets. Only to be heard by you was your muffled harsh sobbing into the palms of your hands and pounding footsteps of those beasts. One near by to be heading your way.
You wish this was a nightmare. Sadly, it wasn't. Too young to know how you're going to be able to cope with this through the rest of your life after losing the only ray of hope, was to be gone.
Muffled spiraling of wires and clanking of swords running towards you from behind. Not having the strength to turn around to face the unknown hero coming to rescue you. Strong blood stained hands wrapped around your small waist, lifting you off your feet from the remorse state you were into and onto their shoulders. As the mysterious hero takes off with the broken spirited girl and off to her safety.
Not a word was said along the way to the destination you off to be dropped off to. Simply not being able to get those horrible flashbacks of what happened back there. Getting snapped out of your trance when you felt those same strong hands make contact again with your soft skin. Making a shiver run up your spine. Being set down to the ground as you rub your reddened eyes to clear your vision. Finally getting a sight of who your hero was. Only to be the one and only, Corporal Levi.
Your face was awestruck. All these thoughts running in your head. Could this really be? Is this really him? Oh no, he's hot.
“Tch. What’s with that stupid look on your face?” Rivaille simply stated as he looked down at you with that same emotionless expression, having but to only stare back to those beautiful cold, blue eyes.
"I-I.. Am I dreaming?" you sputtered, not finding the right words to say.
His stare at you began to show little by little sign of irritation and impatience at the choice of words you have said.
"No. Listen, there's no time to talk. All I am is glad that you're safe and not hurt in any way. Before I go I want you to have this."
Stooping down to your height. Unbuttoning his forest green cape and wrapping it around you to comfort you, unable to tear off your big [e/c] eyes from those steel-blue ones.
"I know you saw something back there, but I need you to realize whoever dear to you who died back there, would want you to know that you need to fight and be strong." He said in a soft tone before walking away.
Those words had motivated you to do what you are now today...
To be continued...
