An Ocean Turned Crimson (A Shingeki No Kyojin Fanfic)

Twenty: HOLY SHIT! ANNIE YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!

We land in the training centre. Some of the old guard, aka people who survived their training and this first atack are patroling.

"Since we're here we ought to start scrounging." Ty' whispers as we hide behind a dorm block.

"Right." Oliver nods.

"I suggest that we all take out our own dorms first. But since Annie and I shared a room, I'll raid Zada and the crybaby's room." Ty' declares with a wink.

"Right." I nod.

"If anybody needs help, shout." Durc makes a fist.

"You were a better asset than I first thought, Durc, you were the best guy in our lot at sparring, only Lexi could beat you." Cyril from the USA claps the German guy on the back.

"I would suggest also dressing in some sorts of coats to hide our gear." I pipe up.

"Annie the logical, I praise you." Oliver grins, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"Let's go!" Ty' stage whispers. Everybody nods, running in seperate directions.

I move toward my own dormitory. Ty' is at my heels. This feels like when I would play video games with Zada. We would move as if we were the night, bolting behind any cover we could find before getting somewhere we had to be. For god's sake we did it in any game; from Simpsons Hit & Run to Hello fucking Shitty...I mean Kitty & friends games.

"Bingo." Ty' grins at me. We're at our dorms. We'll raid these rooms first and then regroup.

I step inside my room, grabbing the trunk of clothes. I pull out a ridiculous cloak and drape it over my shoulders, fastening the button which lies at my collarbone. While I'm in there I opt to cover my legs, since I'm in that wetsuit with a maxi skirt. Nice outfit, I guess.

I begin to put all of the reminents of the junk food that we acquired on that day we swapped food into a rucksack whick I'll hide under the cloak. I also grab the cosplay blades my dad made me. Having grabbed blankets and stuff too, I step outside and turn the corner only to lock eyes with another person. And not Tyla Ackerman.

"Annie...what the fuck are you doing back here. You were discharged." I unsheath the cosplay blades.

"Kyle." I state quietly and cooly.

"Don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. OOF!" I punch Kyle square in the jaw, as he falls to the floor he mutters something about me being just as fucked up as my mother. I plunge my blade into the soft dirt, mere centimetres away from his head. He looks traumatised.

"Oh my money OOF!" I kick him in the face before pulling up my hood.

"Tell anybody and you'll know what a mad woman is really like, Kyle." I bend down to seize him by his shirt before dropping him down onto the dirt, kicking him once more, simply for satisfaction and moving on.

Upon abandoning a fed up and clearly mortified Kyle, I see my redheaded friend climb out from Zada's and Carley's dorm. She passes me by. I cock a brow. Why is she going in there?

When Ty' clambers out of the window of our dorm I hold back a fit of giggles. Ty' looks stung. But not really stung. I give her a quizzical look.

"If I'm going to die, I shal die as I have lived. AS A MAIL JEEVAS CASUAL COSPLAYER!" She declares with a sheepish grin, putting on her steampunk goggles.

Kyle groans. I shoot him a glare and he flinches overdramatically.

"Psychotic otakus." he mutters.

"Why's he all beaten up...did you?" I nod. Ty' is clearly flabbergasted by simple response.

"T'was only payback." I shrug, feigning nonchellance.