Coils of death [Aot/Assclass] SLOW ASS UPDATES

Nightmares, Horsey and Assembly

"Hey, Cute Brat," someone said whilst shaking me roughly," wake up."

I hit them away. "Go away. 'M sleepin'," I mumbled tiredly.

"Brat wake up or I'll set Isabel and Farlan on you!"

I shot up and greeted a disgruntled Levi with a head butt. "Owww," I complained loudly.

"Well don't sit up so fast," he grumbled, rubbing his head.

Grinning triumphantly at his pain I wondered out of my small room to the overly clean kitchen. There I was greeted by the smiling faces of my family (minus Levi who was scowling at me like normal.)

"Brat don't wear you pyjamas. You'll get a cold."

"Awww let sissy do what she want," Isabel said hitting Levi lightly," you'll look after her anyway if she gets ill."

Levi scowled, knowing it's true and turned away to re-wash the already clean cups. We all laughed at his discomfort.
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The scene changed, I was looking up at Commander Erwin just after me, Levi, Isabel and Farlan had just been captured by the Military.
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It changed once more and I was in court chained to a big wooden pole. My 9 year old self shook slightly as the Military Police leered at me, clearly thinking that they'd get the pleasure of watching me be executed. The onlookers clearly mistook my shaking for fear as some woman in the back began to scream that I 'was only a child', their maternal instinct kicking in.

I guess I was shaking in fear, but not fear of death. Fear of never seeing my family again. Levi never telling me off for not cleaning my room and pulling me into a warm hug after he made me cry. The trouble Isabel and Farlan got me in and the joy of working with my family as a team. Even if it was illegal.

The court was replaced as the sentence was called. It was replaced instead with my first squad. They were all smiling down at me. None of them wanted to trained by a nine year old, considering I was at least ten years younger then them, but they stopped doubting me soon enough. In the end they treated me like a little sister, even though I was stronger than all of them. Hence the name 'Humanities Youngest.'

I always wondered what they would call me when I'm older. Perhaps I would have died by then anyway so they didn't need to bother with a new name.

Soon enough the image of their smiling faces were replaced by the memory of how they looked in death, mangled, broken and bloody. Tears welled in my eyes as the rest of my previous squads, all 15 of them, joined them. All of them dead and broken.

Slowly they began to catch fire and wither away, squad by squad. Tears were falling from my eyes and met the fire with a sizzle.
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This time I was thankful for the change of scene. I released a deep breath and tried to stop my hiccuped breathing. I gave up after I saw the new scene of torture.

It was the day I died. Only I was watching from what the Special Corps saw. I watched wide eyed and tears as I saw my self eaten and the distraught faces of my 'family'.
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I awoke with Levi's scream echoing in my ears once again. I'd always had nightmares but never as bad as this. I'd always managed to at least get a good enough sleep.

Glancing out the window determined I'd barely slept. I was too scared too sleep so I only managed to force my self to at almost midnight and it was currently dawn.

Sighing I slid right under the cover and curled in on myself, surrounded by dark warmth and the smell of fabric softener, Kayano told me apparently cleans or something. A better name would obviously be fabric cleaner, these free people are definitely weird.

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"Quit dragging your feet," called Isogai," show up late again there's no telling what messed up stuff they'll make up do."