𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Two wings, but to fly where?

The Survey Corps' HQ. Very little surveillance, almost nothing. After all, they are soldiers themselves. But still... A bit pretentious, aren't they? I thought Well, lucky me

I hid in the bushes until the supply wagon came. I planned to get in with the supplies, maybe stole something like some bread or a potato. Just in case they had found me, I would have been just a little poor girl looking for some mercy. Not so far from reality.

And then I just needed to find them: first the Commander, Erwin. He would have been in his own room, supposedly on the first or maybe the second floor. And then, on my way out I would have found the dormitory where the other three were sleeping. A cut on their necks and the job would have been done.

While I was waiting, I watched carefully the huge banner on the building: two wings, almost intertwined with each other, almost unfolded, upwards. Two wings, but to fly where? They were already on the surface. Lucky bastards.

To be honest, I hadn't thought about it until that moment. They were soldiers and not some ordinary flat feet, but the Survey Corps. It was hard to understand for someone like me, someone from the underground, but they used to fight titans, right? They used to help humanity against its hopeless destiny. And I was about to kill four of them.

Gosh, what got into me? I've never, ever, hesitated in my whole life. And this time, oh this time I cannot.

The supply wagon, it's time. Here goes nothing.

Everything went smoothly. I got in the building pretty easily and got a loaf of bread as planned, then hid it under my dark coat. Long hallways stood out in front of me and there, at the end of them, I would have found some stairs. The dark was my accomplice, but really, nothing compared to what I was used to: tiny lights were helping me out here and there, in that unknown place.

And then, right when I found the stairs signed on my map, I felt it.

A warm body against mine, an arm blocking mine, and a sharp, cold knife right under my chin. I could feel the figure, a masculine one, not much taller than me, either much bigger, but strong. His grip on my arms was firm while I was twitching, caught by surprise. He must have been quieter than me.

"You have two options" he said whispering slowly "I can kill you right now, right here or you can kindly tell me who the fuck you are"

Yes, I actually had two options: I could have tried my luck, hoping he wasn't as strong as I sensed, get out of his grip and kill him right away. Or I could have shown off some of my acting skills and play my plan b: the tiny scarred poor girl, looking for some food.

A big hiccup slipped out of my mouth.

"S-Sir, sir, please spare me... I-I was just looking for some food... M-my pocket, under the coat, there's some bread I've stolen. Take it, but please spare me!" I said while faking some other deep sighs and shaking like a leaf.

He seemed to believe me. One of his hands lightly slid under my coat, palpating my clothing. I was praying so hard he wouldn't find my weapons. While the other hand was still firm on my neck, one of his legs secured mine with a swing, holding me tighter to him.

Just what I wanted.

In the exact moment he got the loaf of bread, I swung one of my legs to bend his knee, punched him on the stomach, and got myself out of the grip, carefully avoiding the blade. I lost the count of how many times someone held me in that way... although that felt kind of different...

Once freed, I rotated my body confronting for the first time my opponent and then I saw them: two piercing grey eyes, hooded under a frowned forehead.

After throwing him a wicked smirk, I immediately jumped off the next window right beside me, activating my 3d maneuver gear, also hidden under the coat, but there they were again, his eyes. Like two little fireflies it seemed like they were still watching me. I probably stared at them for too long.

He was still watching me. Worst, he was following me.

I heard the same sound of my gear, like it was duplicated. It took me a second to realize he was right after me, fluctuating on the roofs and getting closer.

"This damned prick, who is he?" I mumbled. A soldier, probably. A male soldier. That's for sure. Strong, indeed. Black hair with an evident undercut. Two grey intense eyes. Could that be...?

Levi. Captain Levi. My gut told me I was right. That was one of my targets.

Perfect, that was just perfect. If he had followed me somewhere far from the HQ, I could have had another shot to kill him and then maybe had the time to get to the others. But the sun was rising and my clock was ticking: I didn't have much time left.

At some point, I found myself in front of the famous walls, tall and solid. I thought he would have followed me there, after all that was his territory.

I was wrong. Right after jumping off of them, the noise of his gear stopped, so I turned around and saw him. He stood there, on the edge of the walls, surely looking at me. I felt his eyes on me.

And then, I felt something else, something I couldn't identify. Heavy footsteps coming in my direction and an unsteady giant naked body had appeared on the horizon line.

"Is that a fucking titan?!" I screamed.

Adrenaline rushed in my veins and as soon as it approached me, I started jumping around on its body, cutting here and there, without a scheme, clumsily trying to defeat that thing.

"The nape, cut the nape!" I heard from a distance.

Is that God? Or my subconscious? Who was it?

But I didn't care, I followed that instruction and, avoiding another of the titan's punches, I jumped right on the back of its head and sliced it.

Suddenly, the body fell heavy on the ground, and mine followed it.

I couldn't seem to regain my composure. I was there, sitting on that immense, now dead, body, with my eyes fixed somewhere. Sighing and shaking I sat there for a while before losing consciousness. But right before that, a dark figure appeared on the titan's body.

"So obedient for a thug" I heard and then nothing.

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

A huge headache seemed to wake me up, the pain was quite unbearable.

"The fuck is this?? " I whispered. Then I felt my hands behind my back, somehow cuffed. My knees bent on a dirty terracotta floor. Where did I ended up? Was that hell? Well, still not as bad as I thought. But, I spoke too soon.

A loud sound of boots crushed on the gate of the cell, where I believed I was held, echoed in my ears, causing me to bend even closer to the ground. A couple of figures appeared behind the fence.

The tallest one, a blondie, started to speak: "How should I start this... Well, welcome to the survey corps' prison, prisoner. I'm Commander Erwin Smith and this is the captain Levi. But I think you already know that, right?"