My hand...
I can't feel my hand...
My black dirty hair clung to my red covered, wounded face as blood erupted from my mouth and the taste metal and salt seemed to condor all of my senses somehow.
Stomps...
Gunshots...
Screams...
All of these mixed together in my dying haze while I laid uselessly in the bloodied mud.
Everything was cold and hot at the same time. My whole body was buzzing like I had pins and needles all over me. This gave me some assurance that I was still alive.
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Silence...
The hot bloodied filled air faded into a cold dead silent one, signalling that the fighting had stopped... Or that the Titans had devoured everyone.
I tried to move but my body had gone numb, the buzzing had disappeared along with the fighting. Blood seeped from the wounds on my stomach, right arm and left eye.
Am I dead?
Everything was cold... Just cold as tiredness crept upon my damaged body, slowly taking me into its comforting embrace, I heard the only person I had left call my name.
"SEIBA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
No. I'm not dead, I can't be... Not yet... For him. The fool... I have to live to watch this fool's bravery...
Jean...
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A Fool's Bravery
FanfictionGrowing up with her childhood friend, Jean Kirstein, Seiba Schreiber learned to live with his... Odd quirks and excepted his blunt personality. After losing her last relative, she moved in with Emily Wyrger, another girl her age who despises Titans...
