Date: September 22, 1938.
Time: 22:00 p.m
The springs buried within her lightly padded mattress sqeaked loud and low as she tossed and turned on her dirty bed. The movements of panic was followed by a dreaded frown that smothered her face as the sweat from her scalp and behind her neck moistened her ripped pillow. She curled up into ball in a fetus position while tightly squeezing her stuffed dolly.
"Ah...hmm..." her eyelids wrinkled as she whimpered reluctantly. Her unrestrained mewls worsened by the second; no longer was she in her original safe-feeling sleep stance. Her jet-black strands scattered across her headrest, and both her fingers and toes twitched as they hung off her bed; leaving the warmth of her wool blanket.
The moonlight seeped through the cracked window of her room, and lightly grazed her ghostly white skin. The hairs on her body lifted all at once before she finally fell hard on the creaking, old, wooden floor.
"NNOOOOOOO!" an ear piercing screech echoed throughout her poorly build apartment complex.
Both her mother and father came charging in like the way a bull acts when it sees the the color red. They stood by her side as they attempted to calm their little girl down. She was panting heavily, and tears leaked out of her eyeballs. She said.
"I saw it mommy, the monters dressed in green...There was flashing...They were killing people...Lots of blood...Lots of blood." Even though the young girls words were a bit broken, they were very clear to her mother. She knew she was talking about those filthy German soldiers.
Amaris held her daughter close to her chest, and caressed her long, silky locks while her dad came back with a glass of water.
"Don't cry Mikasa, everythings going to be alright. I promise I won't let anything happen to you ok?" Amaris told as she pinky-promised her only child in order to reassure her trust in comfort and safety; however, she knew that the Germans were destined to come by sun rise and take every last one of them.
"Alright my sweet little dandelion, go back to bed now, it's late. We have a busy day tomorrow." The woman with black hair kissed the center of her daughters smooth forehead and tucked her back to bed; she coiled the rubbish sheep wool blanket that had The Star of David stitched into it in electric blue.
Mikasa gently massaged her eyelids in a sense that she was tired, yet she was too afraid to go to sleep.
"What if they come back again?" the wee girl calmly pouted.
"They won't. Remember, us Jews are much more powerful that them, we have true strength and motivation. Never forget." The mother spoke softly to the frightened child as she picked up the doll with light brown hair, button eyes, and torn left leg that was dressed in an all rose pink ballerina costume.
"Here you go baby..."
Mikasa reached over to obtain her stuffed toy, and hugged it tightly as if it was the only thing she had.
"Night mama. Night papa." her angelic voice caused yawns.
"Night...Mika" both her parents said in unison as they left to their room.
"And night to you too Genevieve." the little one with grey eyes whispered to her dolly; patting a smooch like her mummy did. Soon it was lights out
Date: September 23, 1938.
Time: 07:00 a.m
"Father, may I go with them?!" the boy excitedly asked as he pointed out of a frosted window of a German hospital.
The lad seemed around the age ten. He had bright, emerald irises that blew up in color and lush brunette locks that shaped his countenance. He peaked out the blinds and examined the military vehicles that had their engines roaring and soldiers hustling. Again the boy asked, looking back at the doctor who seemed to be more concentrated with his work rather than his son.
"Daddy can I, can I?!" the kid pleaded, and began to tug at the mans white lab coat.
"Eren, I don't have time for this. I have to get my work done, and you distracting me isn't helping." the man turned. He had brown, lengthened hair, circular lenses, and a name tag that read "Dr. G. JAËGER", all capitalized in printed black letters.
"But dad..." the boy whined, but his father proceeded to ignore him.
Eren sighed, and went back to the window to continue his gaze of the German troops and their glory. That was until an idea sprung up into his mind. He wildly bolted out the facility, taking his his olive green coat with him as well as a red scarf, he exited the structure. The chill of snowflakes enveloped his body as he adjusted his strikingly pricy parka and scarf that his mother had gotten him for his birthday. Every soldier around was prepared to departure; however, eren shouted and waved his little hands in the icy air in order to derive the mens attention.
"Wait for me!" he clamored, nearing the big wheeled cars.
"Who might you be little one?" the German Nazis hysterically laughted as they noted his proud arrival.
"Eren Jaëger, reporting for duty" The kid happily saluted the tough looking males with his right arm shooting forward and a bit above his head, recreating Hitler's pose.
The men snickered even louder than before. When they finally caught their breath they rejected his assistance.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm kid but the jewish grounds is no place for an under aged German boy like yourself. So why don't you run along home to your mommy ok."
"She's dead" Eren looked at them with harden eyes.
The guys shut their mouths and recoiled back at his response.
"And your father?" one spoke.
"Doctors only have time for work." he replied, still remaining with his straight face.
The troops shared glances towards one another, and made the final decision.
"Alright champ, come along. Im sure you'll be useful for something." a light, brown eyed brunette commented, helping him up the several pound vehicle and drove off.
"Mikasa! Wake up darling!" Amaris shook her daughter awake.
Mikasa rubbed her eyes in confusion as she barely notice the rapid commotion going on around her.
"Wha- what's happening mama" raven haired girl yawned, scratching her head.
"We woke up too late, they'll be arriving any minute now!" the older women gasped as she went walking back and forth from her wardrobe to her luggage, same with her husband.
"Who is 'they' mama?" Mikasa stood up from her bed, holding Genevieve under her left armpit.
"Don't worry my little flower, everything is going to be alright. Remember that hiding spot I told you about where I said it would protect you from any danger or monsters?" the other grey eyed mistress attempted not to freak out in front of her daughter.
"Yeah"
"Ok I need you to go ther-"
A harmony of dreaded screams flooded half of the building of the opposite side and a few gun shots echoed. Amaris knew they were here, the monsters.
"Mikasa Go! Now!" she said, hastily pushing her baby into the coffin like hide away underneath the floor boards, dropping her dolly on the way in.
"Don't come out no matter what. You hear me?!" She said in an impulsive manner. It seemed only seconds for tears to run down her beautiful face, yet she held them back to display she wasn't weak to her daughter.
"Ok mama, I'll be here..." Mikasa announced before shutting the floorboard.
Time: 07:17 a.m.
"Alright boy-O, let's see what the doctor's son can do." The man said handing him a Walther P38 hand gun.
The brunette look down at his palms, noticing what he held in them. His captivating teal orbs widen as well as a bright smile.
"Are you insane Hugo?!" another man interfered. He had mustard yellow hair and honey like eyes.
"He's barley a child, give him something he would know how to use. He probably doesn't even know what we're doing here anyways." the man turned to his companion.
"Calm down Hannes, he'll do just fine. I'll tell him what to do." Hugo proclaim, sending Eren a dominant glance.
"Let him use this instead. He can be the overlook after we're done with the place." Hannes suggested, taking out his pocket knife.
"Alright then, I'll take your word on it. Here kid take this. If you see any Jew wondering around this place after we checked it, make sure to either stab them or blow this whistle, so we can come and finish the job." the man said, exchanging the gun for a knife and put a whistle around his scarf.
Either way, Eren was happy to help. He view all the soldiers infiltrate the buildings. He heard a couple bullets go off and a high pitched woman screech. The troops racked up countless Jews, they held their identity papers in one hand and luggage in the other. The Jewish people had similar fearful faces and hunched backs as of they were ducking for something. Once every non-German was evicted from their home, it was Eren's turn.
Time: 07:19 a.m.
Underneath the floorboard, Mikasa heard thundering footsteps coming here way, and gun shots repeated. She squeezed her eyelids shut and shoved her hand up against her petite ears. She wished to listen no more of this panic, until she heard the door to her room bust open, a couple of wooden chips flew. Mikasa's sat there speechless, eyes widen, and mouth agape. It was them, the monsters from her nightmare. The ones dressed in spoiled avocado green, and they held long, black weapons. They spoke
"Where are they, where is the child!?" the man aggressively yelled toward Amaris and her husband.
"We had a one but she died last winter..." Amaris fabricated and faked the depression.
"You're lying. These bed sheets look like they've been recently use, and it's still warm!" the German troop flipped over the bed, then held a gun in her face.
"You are testing my patients!"
"I said she-"
The trigger was pulled.
The vermilion rainbow splatter across the children's room and she drastically fell hard on the flood. Her blood leaked from her head, and slowly made it's way into the crevice of Mikasa's hiding spot, it dripped in her pale toes. And it wasn't long until the firearm went off again; her fathers collapsed harshly next to his wife, and all Mikasa could do was watch. The troop departured the home and went to attend business somewhere else.
3 minutes after, the whole place fell silent. No familiar voices were heard, not even a squeal of a mouse eating kitchen left overs was heard. Mikasa was now alone in the world. There was no one to run to. No one to say "everythings going to be alright" anymore. She saw her parents lying there, lifeless, dull...dead. Then from the corner of her eyes she saw Genevieve, her precious dolly. Mikasa quickly lifted the slightly heavy floorboard to derive her toy, but as she did so, a boy with brown hair, emerald obs, green coat, and red scarf walked in. They gifted each other intense stares before returning to the cruel reality.
Eren yanked out his pocket knife from his jacket, and pointed the sharp end towards the pale girl with black hair. Mikasa swiftly bolted across the room, carrying Genevieve in her right hand. Eren hastily blocked the exit with his arms and legs spread out. The young Jewish girl hesitated to get near; her heart was beating out of control and her breath was unsteady.
"Leave me alone." Mikasa utter, her voice cracking a bit.
"Just hold still and everything will be over." Eren broadcasted as he stepped forward to the Jewish girl.
Eren swiftly took action and chased Mikasa in a corner where escape was from little to none in her situation. The boy knew this was his chance, so he thrusted his dagger forward; however, he missed and only cut her cheek. Confused at the moment Eren was, Mikasa grabbed his arm in a tight grip and forcefully bit down on his forearm. He yelp and let go of the weapon, then fell to his knees. The girl knew it was time to flee, yet she looked back at the crying boy and couldn't help but to return to him.
"Are you alright? I'm really sorry." Mikasa apologized as she sat knee to knee with him.
Eren wiped his teary eyes and nodded.
"It's ok. I'm sorry I cut you. I didn't fully mean to..." he sniveled.
Mikasa touched her cheek, and felt the warm blood drizzle along her fingers.
"It hurts" she remarked as she tried to stop the bleeding.
"Hey I got the perfect aid." Eren pulled out a white bandage patch from his pant pocket and stuck it on Mikasa's right cheek.
"There all better." he playfully smile, placing his hands on his waist.
"Thank you...where did you get these?" the raven haired girl asked.
"Oh, my fathers a doctor. He helps out any injured people...well only Germans I assume." he replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Why do your people do this?"
"Do what?"
"Why do your people kill our people? What did we do so wrong that earned us this havoc?" Mikasa questioned, leaning her head down, her face darkening.
"I- I'm not sure why. If you want, I can go ask my father then come back tomorrow and tell you." Eren suggested. He stood up on his feet and held Mikasa's delicate hand to help her up.
"I can't stay here though. They'll find me, and take me away." The grey eyed female mention.
"I can help hide you, I swear." he spoke in a accent.
"I think it's best if we go our separate ways...you"
"My names Eren, Eren Jaëger." he held out his arm.
"Mikasa Ackerman..." she turned her head to the side to avoid his handshake and held Genevieve close.
"That's a pretty doll you have there." Eren complimented her toy.
"Thank you. She's mine though" Mikasa turned her back and pouted.
"But her leg...it's ripped" the brunette commented.
"So, she just special that's all." she proclaimed, analyzing the stuffing protruding out, she frowned.
"My father has needle & thread to stitch her back up. I can take her there and bring her back as quick as possible. I pinky promise" the young lad stuck out his shortest finger.
"Are you sure you're not lying?" the girl looked over her shoulder.
"My dad doesn't work far from her, I'll bring her back within 30 minutes or so."
"Fine...I-I trust you. Please take care of her; she's the only thing I have in this world to comfort me." Mikasa stated, handing over her pal.
"I won't let anything happen to her. She's my friend, just like you." Eren said as he was ready to leave but then he noticed the way Mikasa uncontrollably shivered.
"Here, have this, you need it more than I do." he wrapped his crimson scarf around her freezing neck.
"Thank you..." she lightly smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, making him blush.
"I'll be back" he said with a sprint.
Eren ran off to the German cars, and hid the doll inside his coat.
"I'm back!" he happily said and jumped into the four wheeler.
"It took you long enough kid." Hannes laughed as he proceeded to chug down expensive vodka.
"Yup, but I'll be back...I promised her" Eren whispered to himself as he touched his forehead
"I promised her"
