Hey dudes! I'm back with an Attack On Titan fanfic this time. There was so much I wanted to see of Levi and Petra in the anime, I thought I might as well materialize it through a story set back during World War 2 because I feel it reflects a time of strife and conflicts similar to the setting of Attack On Titan. I won't delve too into the setting, however, but it's definitely there to set the stage of my story which revolves more around the characters' development.
Disclaimer: I do not own Attack On Titan nor its characters (Levi and Petra). The original series was written and illustrated by Hajime Isayama.
Chapter 1: Storm
"Don't say his name. They say it's bad luck."
"The Ackerman boy. Yes, him. They say he—"
"He's only the most wanted criminal. Of course that Soviet scum would hire him to capture the daughter of the Ral family."
"Word has it that the Rals have sent her away towards the mountain pass so she can escape into Poland."
"Sh! Someone might hear you. But how do you know that?"
"Word goes around."
"The uprising is only going to get worse from here."
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A storm blazed outside relentlessly, howling winds rattling the secure windows of the carriage. Snowflakes had begun to stick pleadingly against the glass and the young girl sitting inside brushed aside the curtain to peer out into the haze. Lights in the distance amidst the swirling tufts of snow reminded her of fireflies in the lily gardens back home, flickering indistinctly.
Home.
"I'll be back." Despite the stoic stillness of the rest of her determined features, a lone tear betrayed its hold and fell down her cheek. She clenched her hold of the curtain.
The carriage suddenly stopped moving and she heard men yelling outside, bellowing in fact, as it would have been hard to hear even oneself over the snow storm.
The horse had begun to whine, sounding distraught.
Then, stark silence.
Something was very wrong.
The girl shifted in her seat, squinting through her window to try and see something, anything, but to no avail. Holding her breath, she unlatched the door to check out what had gone wrong. Maybe someone had caught up to them? What if Father and Mother had come back to collect her and the war was over? What if-
Cold air whipped through the opened hatch, flooding her space.
Everything happened very fast then.
The girl shielded her face with her arm, looking down and away from the chilling wind, only to lay her eyes on a bright patch of red staining the snow. Two huddled heaps lay next to it.
...Blood. Bodies.
She stepped back hard, dizziness racking her mind.
Horrified, her eyes slid up to stare incredulously at the figure standing next to the crumpled forms, her vision now registering a man dressed in dark attire, contrast of the white coats of her own men. The male stood with a knife in his hand, stained the same scarlet.
He snapped his head to look at her, eyes peeking out from under jet black hair. No lethal glare, no surprise. He was responsible for this and had done it intentionally. Easily. That much was clear. "Stop." His steady voice ordered, calm.
But she didn't hear. She kept stepping back.
And felt herself falling backwards off the slippery slope, balance slipping from her mind and body.
This is it. I should have at least stayed with Mama and Papa so I could see their faces last.
She felt the world around her dwindle away and everything went black.
