After Marco

by Meldy-Writes

When the 105th Trainee Squad Graduates, and are preparing to join a regiment, one tragically familiar face joins the Scouts when Marzia Bodt, Marco's younger sister joins the Recon Corps. with a sealed envelope that reads 'Marzia, if i die, give this to Jean Kirstein.' once he reads the letter, Jean takes it upon himself to look after her to redeem himself for Marco's death.

1. Chapter 1

(Jean's POV)

It's been exactly a year since I've joined the scouts, and i find myself here again. off to the sidelines of the stage as Erwin gives his 'many of you will die if you join the Recon Corps.' speech. I stand respectively beside Levi with the others looking at all the faces of the new recruits, fresh out of training. many were gawking at Erwin's missing arm, many more were listening in horror as he told of the slim chances of survival beyond the walls. all of them bright eyed, and hopeful. most will join the Garrison, packed into Wall Rose trying to keep the citizens from beating each other to death for food. A few of them will join the Military Police, all doe eyed, never to know what hell lies just beyond their precious walls. I used to be like them, but after facing those beasts when Wall Rose broke, i just couldn't face that. i couldn't go to the interior and pretend everything was fine. not after... him.

Erwin's speech wraps up, and most all of the trainees flee the scene. after everyone has left only four or five people remain standing. one of them, a rather short girl, with long brown hair, and an obscene amount of freckles stands, trembling, and unsure among them.

(Marzia POV)

I'm scared to death of what's happening next. there's a blonde man on stage, he sounds powerful, and has the most intense eyebrows I've ever seen. he's missing an arm, and if that wasn't scary enough, he was telling me exactly how slim of a chance i had of survival. but it's okay, I tell myself you knew that going in, that's why you're here. i try to swallow my nerves, but i'm shaking so bad, and my legs feel like jelly, i don't think i can even move. which is probably a good thing. my jelly legs were probably the only thing keeping me from turning and running for the safety of the interior like the rest of the people who got into the top ten. the letter i'm clutching is crumpled from my strong grip on it. i can barley read the writing on the envelope. "Marzia, if i die, give this note to Jean Kirstein. Love, Marco." the last letter i ever received from my brother, and it isn't even for me. when everyone else has cleared away, it's just me, and some other people i recognize from boot camp. i'd never spoken to any of them before, though. and not like it matters anyways. i'll be gone soon. Brother, i'll be there soon. But first, i had to deliver this letter.