Bloody Love (An Attack on Titan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7~ Top of the Class

Year 842

Adelae's P.O.V

"If you are one of these ten, please step forward!" those words from one of our instructors is what brings me back to reality.

I shake my head to clear it like I have to most days. I keep my back straight and steady as the instructor continues.

"At the top of the class, Adelae Hunt. Number two, Rob Mason. Number three, Eli Birch. Number four, Yvonne Achille. Number five, Peter Fischer. Number six, Jade Crannach. Number seven, Daniel Fraser. Number eight, Edward Bachstair. Number nine, Lawrence Blake. And number ten, Abe Carradine."

I step forward. Yvonne who stands beside me does the same. Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde ponytail gives a little swish as she does.

"These are your top ten!" the instructor says. "In three days, you will choose your military branch. But only these ten will be able to join the Military Police," he finishes.

"You're dismissed!" Shardis yells for the last time.

The other trainees and I head towards the city dorm. I as always, walk alone in complete silence as everyone around me talks in glee-filled chatter. In all this time I never managed to make one real friend.

Yvonne isn't half bad, but I can't really consider us friends. Her and I both like to argue about our feelings on the Survey Corps. But I completely get where she comes from because I know being sent out to kill Titans is a death wish. But she's smarter than all the others, she's a lot like me in that way; not oblivious and arrogant. I think it'll be the M.P.s for her.

I enter the dining hall underneath the dorms and grab a mug. There's some bottles on a table so I read the label on one: Scotch. Might as well try some.

I crack the bottle open and pour about two mouthfuls of the brown-ish liquid. I take and sip and gag a little. The taste of alcohol is so nasty! I let the taste sink in and swallow it as my mouth becomes accustomed to the strong yeasty, sour taste. It actually isn't that bad, so I drink the rest left in my mug.

I take another bit in my mug and sit back down. Everyone soon takes the alcohol in their own mugs, but there is that few who choose water over it. I just quietly stay sitting and sip from my mug.

I find it funny how kids who are around fifteen or sixteen years old can decide our own future like this. Some may not agree, but I'm okay with it. It's nice to be treated like an adult. Well, actually with the way I grew up either I acted somewhat like an adult or I didn't make it.

Yvonne sits down beside me, "so... top of the class." she says. "How's it feel?" she takes a sip from her own mug.

"It's alright," I answer blankly. "Not that I needed it too much,"

"Military Police still not what you're going for?" she asks.

"Nope,"

"Garrison?"

"Again, nope."

"You can't still be serious about that?!" she asks in total shock.

"I'm completely serious. Does it look like I'm big on lying?"

"You're fucking crazy." she mumbles, taking another gulp.

"Crazy is just a side effect of different. I might as well be my own origional, right?" I retort blankly.

"What's with you and your whole cold and quiet getup?" she asks. "I mean it's been like that since I've known you,"

"I lost the ability to have much compassion and expressions long ago." I answer.