Hello guys!
Do you remember me? XD I hope so. Anyway, after really liking writing my first fic, I decided to do another one! :D
To tell you the truth, this was not the one that smacked me with a boulder. I was online looking through manga, and realized that there was a comic pretty much with the same idea as mine. I didn't want to get in trouble (I take precautions... XD), so I made this one. I think I got a pretty good plot here :)
I really hope you guys will like this fic, and favs, follows, and reviews are appreciated!
Who knows when I will update next. I have three projects due next week, so I'll write when I get the time.
ALSO: The first section of this fic is basically a detailed description. But, it will help understand the story a lot better if you read it.
Anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy!
The year 2574. The world is not the same.
The earth itself is nothing but broken down citys and wastelands. What were you to expect? It to be thriving with life, new creations being made by the minute?
No. Not anymore. Not since the Titans came.
Titans, or just a different word for the awful governments new and improved army, did nothing but one thing. Tear down all your hopes, your will, your sanity. Destroy everything. Make the people obey or die. They live a life of luxury, their every wish fulfilled. No hardships, no death. They live however long they want. They do not know the word 'fear'.
And many people would like to be them.
All you have to do is swear loyalty and faith to the Titans, and your in. You are part of their society. Not apart of the hell you were in. The destroyed buildings, the rotting metals, the poisoned water, the rationed food. But, the best part of it all, is that you aren't hunted down.
A new establishment has been made, killing every soul that does not join the Titans. Killing them on sight. It's your last chance to live a life worth living. Give in to their society.
Many people have already joined the Titans. But, some of the people outside the walls have decided to not join. They could kill them easily, no doubt.
Yet, there is one little problem.
A boy who was labeled Phoenix, in reference of his golden eyes.
"Levi." A deep voice commanded, looking at the man in front of him.
"Father," Levi said, covered in fine silk and elegant cloth. He was as fit as a spartan, and as rich as a King. His clothes were made to only be worn by him, worth millions of dollars from the finest designers. "You called." He stated bluntly, looking at the floating cell phone.
The man nodded, gripping the black leather chair behind a cherry oak desk. "We have decided," the man declared, chin up high in pride. "To follow though with the idea given to us by Erwin."
Levi showed no emotion whatsoever, but, if you looked down at his hands, you would see them flinch. Nothing showed in the steel gray eyes. Nothing.
"Understood." Levi noted, swiveling his body to the side. "I will instruct the other Titans." He proclaimed, starting to walk away. He hated talks with his father.
"Wait." The man said again, Levi not disobeying him. No one dared to. Levi turned on his heels, glaring into his fathers blue eyes.
"What?" Levi snarled, his father sighing.
"I wouldn't call you here if I didn't need you for something specific, you know that." He said, Levi barely rolling his eyes. The man stood, walking around Levi. "The people outside these walls are giving in."
"But of course." Levi bluntly said, crossing his arms. "Why wouldn't they?"
"Precisely." The man snapped, his fingers cracking from clenching his fists. A pin drop could of been heard. It was dead silent.
"Those people..." The man said in an amused tone, "Have found something stupendous. Something called hope." Levi couldn't believe it. Those... animals, had lost all their hope a long time ago.
"They call their hope Phoenix." Levi's father stated, distaste filling his tone. "A man with the will of a mother bear, the speed of a cheetah, and the skill of a warrior trained for years. He is, supposedly, their bloody hope. His looks are said to be like his name; tanned skin, brown hair, and bright, golden eyes." The man got right in front of Levi, looking at him in a way that no one, not even himself, would disobey. "You will dispose of this man. Let this man rot in hell. " He stated, quickly turning. He knew Levi had gotten the message.
"Yes, sir." Levi noted, giving a slight bow.
"Good." The man said, sitting back down. "Now, for this mission, you cannot go out like the others. You must blend in. Be by their side. Let you earn their trust." He stated, holding a pencil. "Then crack it," The pencil began to show breaking lines. "Shatter it," Cracking noises were appointed in the room. "And bury it, so that they will never breathe again." The pencil snapped, two different sides of the pencil falling on the opposite sides of the room.
Levi hated the fact that he would have to be dressed in dirty cloth, and live in such... Filth, but no one would obey his father. "I will leave at dawn." He declared.
"No. You will leave at dusk. We cannot waste time." The man stated, rolling another pencil. A replacement. "The soldiers will leave at the same time." He leaned forward in the chair. "Do not disappoint, me, Levi."
Levi showed nothing, turning around. "Of course, father." He said bluntly, shutting the steel door behind him.
The rain poured down on the broken city. The little streams of water were gray with poison, the roads covered with waste. Every object had a jarred edge, every building was nothing but rubble. The air was gray, clouds filling the sky. The whole world seemed to be gray. There were the little clatters of rats feet in the water puddles, climbing up the existing gutters and down the green sewers.
People moved around. People with gray, black and brown cloth, running through the street. At the time, a blonde haired boy ran down the street, trying not to trip on anything or get cut.
Got the bread, got the bread... He noted, ducking under a low clothes line with blankets on it. It led to a long alley, where many people lived. Glares were given to him, but he ignored it as he hid the bread in the inside of his light jacket.
He climbed carefully up the crooked stairs, rain splashing in his face. Stumbling, he grabbed the rickety door handle to balance himself, and entered the room.
"Armin!" A girl explained, going over to check on him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Mikasa." He grumbled, walking over to the table. He carefully put three loafs of bread in the middle, Mikasas eyes widening.
"Armin! This is enough food for a week! Where did you find this?!" She exclaimed, nervous. "Did you steal it?!"
"No!" He sighed, sitting in the worn out couch. " I just... I went near the walls." He mumbled, Mikasa furious.
"Eren and I both told you not to go near there! Christa has had a bad feeling lately, and we all know what that means. We can live without food for a bit, but we can't live without you." She noted, hugging him. "We've lost to many already..." She noted, Armin trying not to cry.
"... I know." He said, pictures of the people he treasured in life flashing in front of his eyes. Teary-eyed, he hugged her back. "... I know."
"I can't believe I have to dress like this." Levi groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I look like one of those fucking pioneers in history books." He grumbled, his assistant sighing.
"Orders are orders, Levi."
"Shut up Hanji, I already know that." He stated, standing down from the stool. He walked outside to the hallway, filled with silver and golden statues and crystal chandeliers. Everything was polished, expensive, and replaceable. It looked like a mansion combined in one hallway.
"Well, the soldiers are already leaving. I wish you luck." Hanji stated, putting an ancient dagger into his boot.
"You already know I'm going to die from the sanitary level there."
Hanji laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. "Are you going to say goodbye to your sister?"
"Petra will just act like she's on her period again. It's best to let her figure it out by herself." Levi stated, walking out of the castle-like house and into the rich green landscape. At the end was a gray brick wall stories high.
When they arrived at the wall, Hanji and Levi had said goodbye, and Levi stepped outside. He took a deep breath. "I really hate this place."
He really fucking hated this place.
"So much grime. I live in paradise for a reason." He spoke to himself, walking across the dry dirt. He saw fast-flying figures, which looked like people. So, that's how things work. Levi thought, trying to get to the side. He walked at a fast pace for a bit.
Until he heard the bombs.
The bombs weren't supposed to be going off yet, those idiots! He smashed his fist in the wall, letting off some steam, before running as fast as he possibly could away from the city. He knew a bomb would blow here soon. Just as a warning for these people.
He didn't run fast enough.
So, why wasn't he in smithereens?
He crashed into the ground, a body on top of him. The boys eyes were clenched, protecting him. I don't want to be protected by a city rat. He thought, but then noticed something. The man had tanned skin. Brown hair. Was it really that easy to find the Phoenix?
The boy looked up, opening his eyes, concerned. "Are you okay?! I'm Eren." He asked, introducing himself at the same time.
Never mind.
Those eyes weren't a bright gold.
They were a bold green.