RIVAL | Levi Ackerman

iii. KNOW YOUR ENEMY

episode 16: what needs to be done now; eve of the counterattack, part 3

CHAPTER THREE
KNOW YOUR ENEMY

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      Living an exciting life, dangerous, problematic, her experience went beyond what most encountered. Struggling from a young age, rising into a dangerous woman, there were obstacles that she hadn't crossed upon yet. Freya had never seen a Titan throughout the entire course of her life. A woman like her with stories that most wouldn't believe still had some things that she would like to cross off her list to accomplish. Love. Guilt. And of course, Titans. She guessed that the latter would be something that she would stumble onto soon.

      She heard the talk about them though. Big and ruthless species that had no remorse of their actions. With nothing but one goal; to eat. Years and years of expeditions, nothing valuable was discovered. She thought of how wasteful their efforts went, an opinion that many viewed and agreed to, but then again, she remembered that she just didn't care. It wasn't like she could just about move past and see what laid beyond the walls. Although, she used to dream of escaping this cage. Unfortunately, that dream died a long time ago, with only an intention of living.

      Then the following morning came.

      Mornings.

      Freya hated them with passion. There were only two things to do when the morning sun rose. To eat or to sleep. It was the only time of the day where she truly felt she wasn't disturbed by anything, drifting away peacefully on her own without trouble bothering her. The cold was what made it better. Legs curled up to her chest, hands holding on tight to the flimsy blanket, and half her face rested up against the pillow. The room was exceptionally dark except for the dimly lit lantern that laid on the wooden table on one corner of the basement room. And she realized how satisfyingly quiet it was.

      "Time to get up. Assembly starts today!"

      Freya gritted her teeth together at the voice and sudden bang of her door opening. A click of boots grew louder as the person neared her. "Well, someone is definitely ready to get their tongue ripped out." She mumbled, turning on her bed and making sure that her back faced them.

      "Did you hear me at all? I said get up." The voice continued.

      Heavy silence lingered before she responded back. "I heard."

      Oluo blinked. "And?"

      "Do you see me moving?" She asked. She might as well be feeling dead at this point. Without a window nor a pocket watch, she couldn't decipher what time of the day it was. Oluo might as well be waking her up in the middle of the night. As Freya's stubborn body refused to stand up, she let herself be with continued closed eyes.