When Marco awoke, leaning against a building in the streets, he merely thought he had been knocked out by a titan and had the greatest luck in the world to have not been eaten yet. But, when he stood, Marco found that he was much... lighter. He looked down at himself and found he had no gear on. Turning back, to see if his gear was there, Marco found himself in pure and utter shock as he stared at none other than himself.... his dead self.
Falling to his knees, Marco gripped his head and tried to hold back his tears... He couldn't be dead! He had been doing everything right! He had even taken out acouple titans! There was no way that Marco Bodt could be dead.... he couldn't believe it. He couldn't find it in himself to believe it. But, as he sat there, invisible to the world, Marco could feel something.... odd, on his back. Looking over his shoulder, Marco found he had a pair of white wings. He was truely dead, and was appearantely destined for heaven, the kingdom in the clouds. But, as he stared back at the wings, he found himself heaing a voice speak to him.
" Marco Bodt, of the 104th trainees squad..... " The voice spoke, calmly and with the upmost patience. " You have a choice.... You may accept your angel wings and live in peace and serenity in heaven, or you may have the wings of freedom, and be free to leave heaven as you please, and stay here on earth... " The voice told him Looking down at his hands, he balled them into fists. Standing, he looked up to the sky, as if he knew that's where the voice's origin was from. Saluting, offering his heart out, tears pricked at Maco's eyes.
" I will accept the wings of freedom, and carry on living on earth!" He spoke loudly, almost as if he didn't then the voice wouldn't hear him.
" Very well...." It spoke, and, in a moments notice, Marco soon found he had one white wing, and one blue wing, just like the wings of freedom....
Folding his wings up, he took a deep breath.... he was still having trouble coming to terms with this. Turning to walk away, Marco gasped as he came face to face with none other than Jean Kirschtein.
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The Dead Aren't Really Gone, Jean Kirschtein
FanfictionWhen Marco awoke, leaning against a building in the streets, Marco believed he had merely been knocked out. Upon standing, he could see that wasn't the case, as he turned around, and found himself staring down at his own dead body. Marco Bodt, was d...
