Armin’s Point of View
I awoke with a kick to the face. I became aware of my surroundings; I was on the floor, arms and legs bound by chains. I was blindfolded.
I let out a whimper, and my assaulter laughed. “You little piece of shit – you – fucking – smartass!” The woman spat insults at me in between kicks to the stomach. “I’m – surprised – that – they – aren’t – here – to – save – you – yet!”
“What? I don’t understand!” I cried out accidentally as she pulled me off the ground by my shirt collar. The woman slammed me up against a wall, or, what I found to be a metal column.
“What is there to understand, Armin? You’re here, with us, and no one’s going to change that. Understand?” I was very much against the proposal, but nodded anyway. She sighed (happily, I hoped) and dropped me. I fell onto my side with a grunt.
I waited for what seemed like hours before a different, gentler voice broke the silence.
“Armin?” I recognized it immediately. I whimpered and began to struggle.
“Marco-Marco you have to get me out of here! Please don’t- please don’t leave me behind!” There was a sigh, and a quiet sniffle.
“I’m really, really sorry Armin. But I just can’t do that.”
“What? Well, why the hell not?”
“Because she’s the boss, and what she says goes.”
“No-No listen Marco, remember all the good times we’ve had. The cinnamon challenge, the whisper challenge, Comic Con, Vidcon, the time that we visited Dan and Phil! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten when-“
“I haven’t, Armin, and I wanna let you go, but I can’t do that.”
“Why, Marco, why are you doing this?”
“Because, okay! I have my own reasons!”
Someone cleared their throat. “That’s enough, Marco. I’d like to speak to Armin myself, thank you.” I could hear Marco walking away, and I felt like crying. He was my last chance.
“Hello, Armin Arlert, graduate of Harvard, YouTube celebrity, currently living in Berlin, Germany with your best friend and colleague, Eren Jaeger. I bet you’re wondering how I know all this, da?” I nodded the best I could. “I’ve been watching you and all of your friends for quite some time now. Several background checks have been done as well. I might just remove your blindfold if you can identify me.”
“Are you Ymir? You know, the Ymir that I met in college?” I got a kick to the leg.
“No, but she is here with us today. Try again.” I racked my mind for the answer. It couldn’t be Krista, not a chance. Even though these people seem to be pretty good actors, she isn’t capable of such a thing. This woman already said she wasn’t Ymir, and it couldn’t be Shiloh because her accent is much different than this one. Couldn’t be Sasha, because I was told she arrived earlier, and Connie with her. Those were the only people I could think of except-
“Annie? Annie Leonheart, right? You went to high school with us? You were on the chess team with Marco and I, right?” There was a chuckle.
“Da, yes, I am Annie from your high school. I am impressed with you; your deduction skills are very good.”
“Annie, can you tell me why you’re doing this? I-I just wanted to know.” I was unintentionally trembling, but you couldn’t blame me. There was the cock of a gun.
“No, I am afraid not, I apologize. Well, I will see you on the other side, Armin.”
I braced myself.
“Annie, you better put that gun down before I blow your brains out.” I recognize that voice, too. Annie scoffed.
“Little girl from little town thinks she can take me on? I beg to differ, Ms. Lace.”
Shiloh’s Point of View
Annie peered back at me, the barrel of her AK-47 pressed against Armin’s blonde head. I shook my head and spat vulgar things in Russian.
“You promised me that we would spare the boy if I cooperated.”
“I am sorry for lying to you then.” She smirked at me. I shook my head and pulled my pistol from my belt.
“You will not kill the boy. I told you that if I gave you the people, you’d let me have him back afterwards.”
“What in the world made you believe that I was telling the truth?”
“Nothing in the world could make me think that; the matter is that you do not have the children yet and if he dies then you will never have them.”
Annie’s smile faltered, and she huffed. Jerking the gun away from Armin, rather violently, may I add, she sneered. “I cannot promise I will not kill him later, my ally. But if he does not die from experiment, I promise on my honor that he will remain yours.”
“Thank you, Ms. Leonheart.”
She began to walk away, and I quickly made my way across the floor to Armin. “Armin,” I said, cupping his face in my hands, “are you okay?”
“Get away from me,” he whimpered, struggling. “What did I do? I didn’t tell anyone, I didn’t do anything to compromise your position!”
“I know, I know you didn’t, and I never said you did. But this is war, Armin, and I was ordered to take you in. I had no choice, they would’ve killed everyone!”
All he did was shake his head, and I sighed sadly. “Armin, you’ll understand soon enough.” Standing up, I yelled in German.
“Bertholdt, the machines better be spick and span by the time I get over there!”
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