A/N:Hey guys! King Seeker here. It's been a long time since I've tried writing a story(I get absolutely no time in college) and it seems I'm finding it extremely difficult to return to my writing habits.

However, I did get a lot of time to check out a whole lot of content, including manhwa, webcomics and a few anime such as Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Combine this with the beginning of the second season of Shingeki no Kyojin and I was suddenly motivated to write a cool super-power/fighting-tournament-type story with characters from the attack on titan universe, not simply to improve my writing but also entertain myself a bit and get myself into a writing habit(I've always seemed to have a problem with finishing stories and overcoming writer's block).

This is essentially what it's all about. I don't expect I'll have much of a plot for this, but I hope you readers find it at least mildly entertaining.

Chapter 1: 8 years ago

She rushed through the moonlit streets, struggling with her burden as she ran. It was a strange sight- The boy she was carrying on her shoulders was about the same size as her and it was absurd that she could even run, let alone move with such speed.

Quickly, she started to tire. She had been doing this for a long time and her legs had started to hurt.

'I can't keep this up forever." She thought, her mind racing as she analyzed the situation, desperately trying to think of a solution.

Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she slid to a stop and ducked into a deserted alley.

When she felt she was safe, she set the boy down before leaning against the wall. Breathing in deeply, she sucked in as much air as possible, trying to regain her energy.

She looked back, but saw no signs of her pursuer. And yet her instincts told her that someone was hot on her trail and that she had to keep moving.

She shifted closer to the boy and examined the nasty welt on his head. It looked marginally better now, but Mikasa still felt horrible.

'It's my fault. My fault that Eren's like this' She thought.

She was tempted to cry, but she restrained herself. There was no point worrying right now. A monster was on their trail. He'd already managed to hurt Eren and if she hadn't been fast enough he would have killed them on the spot.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself on the spot.

Her internal alarms started blaring. Someone was close.

She looked around and realized that she'd trapped herself here. There was only one exit and that was the one from which she sensed danger.

"No!"

Mikasa started to tremble badly, struggling to stand. Her knees felt wobbly and her mind, it seemed, wasn't thinking straight.

She saw the shadow of an ominous figure appear on the wall. The shadow grew bigger and bigger, the threatening presence growing stronger every second.

Mikasa blinked hard and forced herself to regain control. She had already lost enough. Her family, her old life…everything. She wasn't willing to lose anything else.

Her eyes drifted towards Eren. 'Especially not him'

She took a step forward, determined to take on her assailant, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

It never came.

A significantly shorter shadow seemed to materialize behind the first one and in a flash, hurled himself at the larger shadow. The sounds of men grunting and groaning, accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the alley and Mikasa watched in awe as the shorter figure slammed the larger one into the wall and delivered a heavy blow to the assailant's head, knocking him unconscious.

Once he was sure there was no immediate danger, the short man walked towards Mikasa and Eren. As he moved out of the shadows, his sharp features came into dark relief. He had black hair and dull blue eyes along with a well-developed musculature. He might have been short but that didn't make him look any less intimidating. As he drew closer to the two kids Mikasa hugged Eren protectively.

The man stopped a few feet away from them. His eyes locked onto Mikasa.

"What is your name?" He asked her gruffly

Mikasa bit her lip, hesitating. She considering keeping mum, but decided against it. Something told her that this man wouldn't take kindly to not getting an answer.

"Mikasa" She replied.

When the stranger didn't seem satisfied, she completed it. "Ackerman. Mikasa Ackerman."

She saw a sign of recognition in the man's eyes.

"That explains it" He muttered to himself. "Damn fools hunting trying to hunt down a lost bloodline."

He glanced at Eren. And his eyes grew wide. "Him too?"

Mikasa shook her head. She assumed he was talking about the last name. "No. He's just someone who's very close to me."

Her eyes brimmed with tears. She'd almost lost Eren today. She didn't know what she would have done if something like that had happened.

"He needs help." She choked. "He's not strong enough to protect himself. I need to be there for him"

The man's eyes seemed to bore holes through her. "Well, you did a bloody horrible job today. How are you going to protect him if you're too weak to defend yourself?"

Mikasa froze as the reality of it hit her. Eren was hurt because she was too weak to help him. Too weak to do anything about it at all.

The man knelt down and his face softened a bit.

"I can give you a chance." He told her. "I can make you strong. Strong enough that no one can hurt you or the ones close to you. Strong enough that no one will ever consider getting in your way."

Mikasa looked down, her mind trying to process it all. What was the man talking about? Was it really a good idea to trust him?

She glanced at Eren, his brows arched and his jaw set firmly, a frown set on his face even though he was unconscious. She remembered how he'd once saved her life. She remembered how she had been there with him when he had lost everything-the day his mother had died. She remembered the feeling of helplessness she had suffered from then, being unable to comfort him or give him hope of a better future.

And she decided.

"Yes. I do."

The man nodded, pleased with her answer. He picked up Eren.

"Come with me then."

Together they disappeared into the darkness.

A/N: And that's the first chapter, readers!

I can't say I'm not tempted to re-read it and try to make things seem a little less awkward but then, I'd probably take forever to write something I'll be satisfied with so I'm going to let things be for now.

As for this chapter, I felt a sort of flashback was necessary for a few elements of the story to make sense. Hopefully, things will smoothen out as I progress.

I'd really appreciate constructive reviews or feedback of any sort. While I doubt I'll be able to fix anything that I've already posted, I'll hopefully be able to incorporate your advice into later chapters.

Also, reviews have this weird ability to seriously encourage writers and brighten up their day. Weird huh?