"Hey! Ugly!" A kid at least about 5 inches taller then I was yelled at me, pushing me a little.
"Did you say something? I could've sworn I heard you talking to yourself, or was it just me?" My 8-year-old self-smiled back at him.
He growled. "Look who's talking, freak."
"Look, I don't care what you have to say to me. Just, can you please leave me alone?" I tried to ask politely.
"No, you need to be taught a lesson."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely confused.
He grits his teeth in annoyance. "A lesson for poking around with the wrong crowd. The Scout Regiment is a piece of shit! Why would you ever want to join them?!"
"Aww! That's so sweet! You care about which regiment I'll join!" I bat my eyelashes.
He scoffs. "Shut your stupid mouth!" Out of nowhere, I'm on my hands and knees, holding my cheek in pain. That kid just punched me! I feel tears come to my eyes.
"Tch. No regiment will accept a weak little crybaby like you!" He kicks me in the side, making my body roll against the gravel.
"P-please, stop." I breathed out, holding my side, trying to get up.
He smirks, satisfied by my expression. "Why should I? I'm just getting you prepared for training, weakling."
I scrunch my eyebrows together in anger. Damnit. I can't think of a comeback for that one. "W-Well, I'm supposed to fight back!" I yell.
He laughs. "Then why aren't you, brat!-" He gets interrupted by a gunshot.
Then a scream.
A blood-curling scream, only made by someone who could've been murdered...
I look at the kid who walked up to me. He looks scared. Before I can ask him what happened, he kicks me in the head, knocking me out cold.
***
"Yo, brat. Wake up." I hear a man say, nudging my face with his boot.
I open my eyes and sit up to face a man with long, brown hair and light stubble. He's wearing a hat with a trench coat. I see the gun in his hand and my eyes widen. I start to back up more against the wall.
"Oi, it's alright. I ain't gonna hurt ya," The man said, kneeling down to me, brushing my (h/c) hair behind my ear. "Your eyes, they're beautiful."
I raise an eyebrow at such a weird statement. "How old are you?"
"I-I'm e-eight." I stutter.
He smirks. "Perfect. With your face, beautiful hair, you'll be sold for quite the price."
My eyes widen in fear. "N-No! My, my... Someone will help me!" I scream, knowing my mother defiantly won't come to save me, but a hand muffles my scream.
"No one'll hear you, 'cause they're all dead." He whispers evily in my ear.
I feel tears sliding down my face. Dead? "No... that's not true. I'm in the interior! Titans can't get into the interior-"
"I did it. The names' Kenny. Kenny the Ripper, ever heard of it?" The man smirks. "I have been looking for someone like you, to get me a big sum of money. I can't wait." The glint in his eyes is murderous as he grabs my wrist, pulling me up, dragging me away.
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The Strange Mystery Girl
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) was an ordinary girl, living in an ordinary village in Wall Sina. She loved it so much. Her school was great, and she was just a very happy person in general. Her childhood filled with imaginary games with imaginary people. And she didn'...
