Disclaimer: Attack on Titan is not mine, I'm just a fan writing a fan-fiction.
Note: This is my very first Attack on Titan fan-fiction, and I hope you find it interesting! Please, if you like it(even if you don't) leave me a review! I'd really appreciate it!
Rating: T (Blood, violence, language)
Might be some spoilers, so if you're picky about that, you shouldn't read.
Edited: May 16, 2015
Chapter 1: The Mask
The night scared Francesca. It was gloomy and oppressive, with horrible shapes hiding in the shadows. They looked like demons, monsters, and horrible creatures with gapping mouths and long fingers that reached to snatch at her. The little girl shivered and she clung to her mother's side just a little more tightly as the darkness pressed in around them. They had escaped their house from the secret passage way through the cellar, had made it this far into the woods and would hopefully get to their destination in one piece. The two of them would meet up with her father, and they would all disappear from the inner wall, gone, without a trace.
That's what her mother had told her. That's what she had repeated over and over as they crawled through the dirt and dead leaves lining the secret tunnel that went underneath her family's land. It's what had to happen. She'd already seared it into her mind.
And yet...
There was something that bothered Francesca. When they'd left through the secret passage way, her mother had only grabbed the bag with Francesca's things, nothing of her own or her father's.
Just Francesca's...
She was a little girl and she knew that her mother never lied to her... but why did she get the feeling that this time... this time she was?
The next words that left her mother's mouth made her whole world collapse.
"Francesca, listen to me, you have to disappear, disappear and don't ever come back. No matter what happens to your father or to me, you have to disappear. They don't know you're with us, just run and hide and go to the furthermost wall, you'll be safer there." A whistle to their left made Francesca's mom hug her, but she let go quickly. With a firm push, she whispered urgently. "They're here! Run, Francesca! Run, and please, don't look back!"
With a strangled sob, Francesca stumbled and then ran, trying not to look back as she heard shouts, those of her mother, and those of people she didn't know. She tried not to look over her shoulder, but that was impossible. As she took cover in the trees, she glanced back. Immediately, she regretted it.
The sight of her mother being stabbed through the throat, would haunt her for the rest of her life.
She held back a cry of hate and she saw her father appear from the darkness and jump at the man that had stabbed her mother, but a blow from behind sent him to the floor. Francesca ran again, even though she hated herself for it and would always hate herself for it, she ran with all of her might. If she stayed, they would find her and kill her too, and they would cover it up, just like they always did. The Military Police were nothing but criminals working for murderers, they'd love the chance to pin her death on innocent people.
She used to think they were the good guys, now, now she knew better, she knew the truth, and if they found her, they'd silence her, without even blinking an eye. Criminals, trained assassins, murderers.
The tears that streamed from her eyes, blinded her, but she didn't stop, couldn't stop. She had to get away, just like her mother wanted. She'd get away, and when she had the skill, she would take them out, one by one. By the time she would be finished with them, they'd be crying to be eaten by the Titan's. Crying and begging for it. And maybe she'd grant it, she'd love to see the look on their faces as they got chewed on alive.
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"Francesca, we have something to tell you. Your father found something out, and now we're in grave danger. Get your things together, quickly, we must go."
"But mother, why?" Francesca asked, her voice shaking.
"Because we found out something that we weren't supposed to know. I will tell you but you must not speak of it until the time is right."
"But, when will I know that the time is right?" Francesca murmured, eye's widening in confusion and fear.
"You will know."
"Cesco! Wake up, you lazy ass! Time's wasting!"
The gruff voice shattered through Francesca's dreams and she sat up with a start.
"Don, what the fuck was that for? I worked the crowd last night! Don't need to wake up this early, you ass hole!" Francesca snarled, making sure her voice stayed low. It wouldn't due for them to find out she was a woman after all.
"Boss' orders, plenty of people in the market just waiting for their purses to be lifted." Don replied, then pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "Hurry your ass up." With that he left.
Francesca rolled out of the bed with a groan, she heard her knee pop just as she got both feet under her. "Fucking bitch, my body acts like I'm old, and not even sixteen yet." She muttered under her breath.
She stumbled into the washroom, and quickly rinsed out her mouth and washed her face. Then she fixed her hat, making sure to stuff her hair into it and pulling in down tightly on her head so that it wouldn't fly off. She really needed to get it cut soon. After that was done, Francesca followed the path that Don had taken, then went her own way when they left she building.
When she'd first been initiated into the Thief's Guild, Francesca had been surprised to find out that the Guild had many safe houses located all over. In every single wall, every town had at least three, not including the ones in the sewers. All she had to do was give the sign, and she'd be in the building.
After a quick stretch, Francesca took off at a brisk walk
Her eyes scanned around, looking and spotting her favorite targets: The Military Police.
Well. Not the newbie's, no, most of them were naïve, wanting to be near the king, or just wanting to stay in the inner walls for safety. But the older ones, the ones that have been the heart of the corruption, were easy to spot. Cocky and smug looks on their faces, the bastards. She couldn't do much to them yet, but she sure as hell could relieve them of any and all valuable possessions without even breaking a sweat.
Maybe she had a death wish, many of her fellow thieves and pickpockets did think that, but she knew, deep in her soul, that they would only catch her when she wanted them too. And when that day came, she would crush them.
A group of Military Police caught her attention and she drifted in for a closer look. They seemed to be guarding something, it wasn't a person, that much she was sure of. As she walked away, another thing made her pause, why were there so many of them in the outer wall? There was always a few, but that was definitely more then was normal.
"Psssst, Cesco! Over here!"
Francesca made her way to the hissing voice and disappeared through the door.
A/N: Wow, I made her cuss a lot, haha, first time ever, I enjoyed it entirely too much. Anyway, please tell me if you find this interesting.
