Bloody Love (An Attack on Titan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3~ Life in Beautiful Hell

Year 834

Adelae's P.O.V

Another kick jabs into my stomach. I cough and try to curl up in a ball, but another kick meets my back. I look up at the three boys beating me up and whip out my hand to grab one of the boy's legs and pull it from under him. It works but as he lands on his butt he throws out his foot and it collides with my face.

I spit out one of my baby teeth with tears streaming down my face. "Aww... is the little girl gonna cry?" one of the older boys with some thick eyebrows asks, taunting me.

I cough out a little blood and wipe it off my chin with my shirt sleeve. I glare up at them all with hate in my eyes. They just continue to kick me and laugh.

But then, one of them pulls out a knife. "This'll be fun..." he laughs.

I try to get up, but my beaten little arms won't support me. The boy brings the knife down but I fall to the side and he just misses my throat. "Stupid bitch!" the boy yells.

"Hey!" I hear a man's voice coming from a few feet away. "Don't you kids have better things to do than beat up a little girl?!"

The boys all scatter and I turn my head to the man who just saved my life. My long naturally-highlighted brown hair falls over my face. "Who- who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Solomon," the man introduces himself. "Who might you be?"

"I'm Adelae," I answer.

"Well where are your parents?"

"They're... dead,"

"Oh," he says.

Solomon walks up to me and holds out his hand, I take it and he helps me up. "I think we should get those scrapes cleaned up. Wouldn't you?" he asks.

I nod as I follow him down the street.

There's something about the man that seems intriguing. He opens the door to the building and I read the sign above: "Solomon's Doctor's and Pharmacy".

"You're a doctor?" I question.

"Yup, also must sixteen years now," he answers.

"Is it any fun?" I ask weakly.

"Sometimes. Depending on what you're dealing with I guess," he walks over to a drawer and pulls out some bandages and other clear liquids. Antiseptic maybe? "Can you sit on that bench over there?"

I do as I'm told and wait for him to come over. Solomon walks over with an armful of cloth and bottles of that liquid. He pours some of the liquid onto some cloth and rubs it on my arm wounds. It burns for a few seconds and I wince, but then it subsides and he wraps my arms up in the rest of the bandages.

"Damn..." I begin, "they tore my pants,"

"I see that,"

"I'll just change them when I get back," I brush the thought off.

"Well maybe I should tell your supervisors what happened,"

"They're not gonna care. Most of them are there to get money and for the male supervisors to screw all their female co-workers; whatever that means," I say.

Solomon laughs a little. "Okay, I won't."

"My scrapes already started to feel better." I say. "Do you think you can teach me?"

"How old are you?"

"Seven. Almost eight,"

"Do you want to take on the task of learning how to cure people. Keep in mind you will probably see blood quite often,"