"Get back here!" A merchant yells, chasing after me with a small knife. Theres no way that thing will do any damage to my (s/c) flesh. It's so tint I can't even see the blade.
That, or I'm just too fast for the fat bastard.
I chuckle quietly and round the corner, clutching the sword, that I stole for my father, tighter.
"Another successful robbery," he says, satisfied with what I brought back. Father pats my head. "Good work, (Y/n)."
My family is the outcast all throughout the walls of Maria, Rose, and Sina. Our name got around easily, and people have despised us ever since my dad's great, great grandfather, Hagrik. He had dressed up to be the commander of the Scout Regiment, forcing thousands of troops to go outside the walls, only to become murdered by other humans that were waiting.
Hagrik had done all that work with just a small team, only sparing one soldier to live on and spread the name of the (l/n)'s.
But now things have changed. Father is allied with a group that is equally as mentioned as us. I've never gotten to see this man before, for Father would always send me to my room. I don't understand why, I'm an important piece in this puzzle. I've been doing all if the work now to give my dad's older body a break.
A knock on the door of our temporary house sends me out of my deep thoughts.
"It's Kenny. Go to you-"
"Yeah, I know," I mumble.
Once in my worn out room, I grab the (s/a (stuffed animal)) Mom had given me a few days after I was born. I then press my ear against the door, listening in on the conversation like I always did before.
This time it's different.
Instead of the western accent my dad's accomplice has, there's a more gruff voice. I can't make out what they're saying, but this one word sends shivers down my spine.
"Arrest."
There's shouting now from Father. Then footsteps that become louder and louder.
I search for my weapon stash, taking out my (f/c) hand gun. I shove it in its holster, not afraid to get my hands bloody if it comes to that.
The dented door swings open and men in green capes stand in the doorway. I get a glimpse of Dad passing by, three of these guys follow him.
"Your (y/n), I'm guessing?" the same gruff voice that I heard not to long ago comes from a tall man with bright blonde hair.
I don't say a word to him.
My hand clutches the (s/a) closer to my chest.
"No harm will come to you or your father as long as you cooperate with us, understand?"
There's multiple gun shots fired off in my father's room. I take the chance, while they're distracted, and pull out my gun.
"Get down!" the blonde man shouts to his team. One isn't quick enough and the bullet hits him in his left shoulder, close to the heart.
I curse myself for my bad aim. I'm better than this.
The scouts take out their swords and ready themselves for my next move.
I hear fighting in the other room, and I suddenly become worried. But I can't focus on that right now, I just need to survive and get out of here.
Then I remember the busted window behind me. The glass had popped out of its place a long time ago, and that's how I would sneak out at night.
"We don't want to hurt you, (y/n) so just come with us and you won't face consequences."
"Like hell," I shout before sprinting to the window and slamming my shoulder into it. The glass shatters from when it hits the dusty ground outside, making small cuts on my arm.
It's not enough for me to feel, though, and I continue on with my plan. I run with all my strength, gun in one hand and my stuffed animal in the other.
Two soldiers block my path, but they don't expect the deadly weapon in my hand until I raise my arm and fire off two shots, killing them instantly.
My eyes dart at the roofs of houses. I count a little over fifty scouts.
They've got us cornered.
Then an unexpected kick to my shins makes me trip and fall to the pavement.
I hold myself up with my arms, breathing heavily from how fast and hard I was moving.
Leather boots stop in front of me.
"You have speed. I was surprised with just how easily you slipped out of their hands," a deep, monotone voice speaks.
I put my finger on the trigger of my gun, but it's kicked out of my hand. Then my back gets stepped on and my face is being forced back in the dirt again.
The pressure leaves my back and instead thrusts into my stomach, making me lose air. I cough aggressively.
"What's this?" My (s/a) is grabbed from me. "A plush? How childish."
I grit my teeth and swing my leg around, knocking whoever that is to the ground.
"So this has sentimental value? Interesting." He then throws it far away. Rage and sadness overcome my body as I chase after it.
Mom!
I find it in the middle of the street, but a little girl reaches it before I can. She smiles and picks it up, hugging it tightly. Her skirt is ripped up and dirty, her light brown skin the same. I've had that stuffed animal for nineteen years, but, comparing myself to the girl, I know she needs it more than me.
I collapse to the floor.
"Mom, please forgive me," I whisper.
"Ready to stop being stubborn?" the same emotionless guy asks.
He kicks me onto my back, glaring down at me. His silky raven hair falls in front of his face. His steel eyes bore into my (e/c) ones.
"Fine."
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Humanities Outcast (Levi x Female Reader)
Romance(Y/n) comes from a generation of criminals. She doesn't need someone to pick her up when she falls. Or so she used to think before she met Captain Levi Ackerman.
