Author's Note: I had the idea in class today, decided to follow it out. I am not sure how long it will be. If some characters have accents, I am one of those people that will try to write it out. This is my first story have posted on here, be gentle. Constructive criticism accepted. :)

The wind was whipping through his raven black hair as he cascaded through the old
dilapidated buildings that once stood proud. He navigated through them like a shark swimming through an old shipwreck. He was a master. The 3DMG was like an extension of himself, using swift fluid motions to get his intended destination.
A flash of copper hair flew by him. The copper hair belonged to his subordinate who looked back at him with a smug look crossing her beautiful face.
"You're loosing your touch Captain!"
Levi's eyes narrowed and he cursed under his breath. He couldn't really be angry though, he cared quite a bit for the woman who was flaunting in front of him.
It was just a training exercise in an abandoned part of Trost, no titans to worry about, just looters and thugs that liked to make their camps in the rubble. Even though there really wasn't much to worry about, he wished the woman would take it more seriously.
"Petra, this is not a race!", Levi yelled above the wind and scowled.
"You only say that because you're losing!" She yelled back, a cheerful smile on her face.
At that moment, something slammed into Petra, knocking her off balance and making her crash into a nearby alley.
Levi's silver eyes widened in shock, "Petra!" He turned into the alley and retracted his 3DMG. He gracefully landed with all the finesse of an Eagle swooping in for a kill. What he met in the alley was unexpected. He took out his swords.
In the alley stood a man. The man had a crooked nose and a gnarly smile. He had a baleful look in his eyes. He had Petra around the waist with a knife to her throat.
Levi carefully processed the scene, the frightened, but stoic look in Petra's copper eyes and the defiant way she was prying at her captor's arm.
The disgusting man spoke to Levi in an accent that was quite hard to understand., " Now, my boss wants to 'ave a word with ya. If ya come quietly, the pretty lady 'ere won't be 'urt."
Levi tisked, "Petra, are you hurt?"
She met his eyes, "Not at the moment, Captain."
Levi looked at the greasy man, " I think you might want to let her go before something really bad decides to happen," a look of indignation crossed his face as he spoke.
"I'm not scared of 'umanity's strongest soldia," the man replied.
Levi glared, "You really shouldn't have said that." Levi went to strike, but before he could, there came a sudden whistling sound and a thud as it came into contact with human skin.
Levi felt a sharp sting and grabbed at his neck immediately. His hand came into contact with a small dart. He pulled it out as quickly as possible. He stared at the object in his hand with disbelief. His silver eyes made contact with Petra's horrified ones. A smug smile crossed the greasy man's face.
Levi's head began to hurt and his vision became blurry.
"P-Petra," was all he could say before he crumpled to the ground.
He heard Petra yell his name before his world went black.

"Levi!" Petra screamed and yelled trying to get away from her captor. She struggled against him as much as she could, but he still held fast.
The man yelled to the unseen dart assassin, "Come on ya lollygaggers! Let's git dese two get back to the boss!"
Two people emerged from the shadows walking over to Levi's unmoving body and taking each of his arms, dragging him out of the alley.
The man that had Petra began to walk behind them, dragging her with him.
"No! Let me go!" She wiggled as much as she could to get out from the man. Finally, she but his hand and he loosed his grip in pain. She chose that moment to wiggle free, the man losing his grip on her.
She took off running back to the horses, using the 3DMG to get a good head start. She went to pull the trigger to her 3DMG a third time, but it whined in protest. She began to loose altitude and she crashed into the ground again.
"It must have gotten damaged during the skirmish," she groaned herself. She quickly got back up and continued running back to where the horses were tethered.
She finally reached her horse and hastily grabbed a piece of paper from her saddle bag and wrote:

'We've been captured
in Trost, send
help.'

Petra then put the paper in her saddlebag. She grabbed Levi's horse and mounted hers. She spurred them on. She thought to herself, "I might get captured, but I'm not going down without trying to get away." Her thoughts went back to Levi and the look of complete despair on his face right before he crumpled to the ground. She fought off tears. She had never seen her Captain so vulnerable. Suddenly, she felt something tight around her waist, she looked down to see a rope securing its hold on her.

"I've been lassoed?" And then she was ripped from her horse, it carrying on home without her.

Hello again! I'm going to continue this on my own, but whether or not I post it depends on ya'll. Thanks for reading!