Happy easter, everyone. ^^
This is the potential beginning of a fanfiction for attack on titan - a Levi x OC, to be concrete. I'm not very far with writing this story, but I was thinking on uploading it to hear your opinions. Maybe I need to improve, rewrite it etc. I would be very happy to hear critic and suggestions for improvement. I don't have much to say, I'm just curious about your opinions or if you even have an opinion about this long prologue or short chapter.
Just leave a review and let me know. Thanks already. ^^
The fire erupted, she could hear the screams.
Wide, azure blue eyes looked around in shock, the silhouettes in front of her blurry and unclear. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, tears swelled up in her eyes and her her breath became short.
She could hear the heavy steps on her ground, shaking the earth into its deepest core.
Her throat became dry at the thought. She has lived in this city for so long, since she has been able to think and now there was only one possibility for her to live.
Escape. Run. Flee.
She could feel the presence of a shadow beside her, scaring her more than the titans did. She shivered when she peered at him slighlty, just looking at his profile made her shiver. The shadow remained motionless besides her, not moving or saying anything. She pulled the strings of her bad more on her shoulder, trembling. The people passed her, screaming. Terror was present in their eyes, the will to survive was too big to care for others.
Suddenly, she could hear a scream, high and endless. She turned her eyes forward, looking at one more shadow, which was trying to run for her. She could hear the voice, but she couldn't see a face. His whole body was drenched in a deep endless black, just like the shadow next to her. She could hear screams, she could hear his pain, when her eyes widened.
A titan was approaching him, trying to get him. Mad eyes, the face covered in blood when the creature began to grin, looking at the shadow in impatience. The titan wanted to eat the silhouette covered in black, drenched in an eternal darkness. She could feel the trembling of the shadow next to her and she didn't dare to open her mouth. The little shadows eyes caught hers.
She began to move her hands.
She pointed at the creature behind him with her finger, held her hands together, seperating them slowly until she shook them in front of her. She shook her head, trying to point at the titan again, but the shadow didn't react. He didn't react, just kept running in her direction.
She could feel a slight breeze, her heart stopped pounding, when the shadow next to her began to run. Toward the other shadow. She could hear a scream, a cry, tears, trembling fear. Her heart stopped beating.
Her voice lost every tone.
She shook her head, trying to reach them. She moved her hands, her arms, trying to reach them with a message, but both shadows ignored her. The titan got closer and then the fire erupted. She lost every sight of them, looking for them in the fire, in the smoke that erupted and came from the hot substance. Her throat hitched, looking at them in slight fear. She continued to stand on the ground, shaking and losing every movement of her hands and arms.
Someone caught her wrist and she was dragged behind. In one second, she lost the sight of two shadows to look at the face of a familiar person. Bandages were bound around her neck, short blonde hair followed her in running. The cloak touched her face and she could feel the shaking earth under her feet.
As if the world itself was scared.
She looked at the profile of the woman, looking at her in relieve and happiness. The woman looked at her while running, forming words with her free hand.
Don't worry, you will escape.
She turned her head forward again, trying to bring her out safely. She nodded slightly, forming her own words with her free hand.
But what is about you?
They passed dozen of people, coming to the gate which led to the ships. Men were standing at the gates, looking at the titans. Their eyes followed the female duo, when the older one ran inside with her.
"Mary, get to your duties! What are you doing?!"
But the older woman didn't care. She passed the gate, passed the people who were desperatly trying to reach the ship. The younger one could see the people standing in front of it.
The older one stopped moving, standing still, when the younger young could feel her hands on her shoulder. She put them away, forming words with her hands.
It is my duty to stay here. But not yours. Get on the ship and stay alive.
Tears erupted in her eyes, her bag hang on her elbow, when she shook her head and formed her own words.
But I don't want to leave without you.
The blonde woman shook her head this time, responding to her in fast moves.
You have to. You're only sixteen years old. You will get on the ship and get away from here. Try to live a life where you can be happy. You deserve it.
She tried to catch her wrist, but the older woman was faster by taking her own wrist and pulling her to the ship. They got through the people and she took her to the ship, nobody even noticed that they got forward. She pulled her on the planks, letting her wrist go, the younger one looked over her shoulder with scared eyes. While a man took her wrist and pulled her onto the ship, she formed words, trying to reach her.
No, don't leave me alone. Come with me.
In the crowd of all those people, the woman shook her head and formed her own words.
Mira, escape from here. No matter what happens, be assured that I am by your side. Go and never forget who I am.
She waved at her in a last motion, until she turned around and began to run to the gate. The girl was pushed onto the ship, dragged behind by the people who told their beloved ones good bye. Her eyes were widened, when the gate was suddenly destroyed and she could hear the screams of the soldiers. Wind erupted and she could see shining blonde hair, flying in the sky. A hand grabbed the blonde hair and she disappeared in a titan's mouth.
Everything was so fast.
And then, everything became quiet. Darkness and silence enevolped her.
She could see three pictures. Every one was the portrait of a person. She could hear the burning paper, the scent of fire and ash, the faceless silhouettes on the pictures.
And then, everything became dark.
Azure eyes shot open, her breath slow and heavy. Darkness was around her, night was still present in the fortress. Her heart pounded against her chest, when she lay a hand on her heart and breathed in and out without any noise.
Long hair was like a halo around her head, when the young woman got on her legs. She didn't make any noise, walking to the window and looking into the night. There was no moon, covered by clouds. Even the stars couldn't shine through.
The young woman looked around, hearing the noises of her two roommates. She went to her bed, getting the candle and two seconds later, a small fire lightened up the darkness around her. Under her bed, she took the sketchbook she always hid under her bed and pulled it on her lap. She opened it quietly, only the rustling of the paper hindered a complete silence. She checked every picture, looking at drawings only she could make. It was her 27th sketchbook, the other twenty-six were already full with her drawings. But there was only one drawing she couldn't leave. She put it always in her most actual, having the possibility to look at it when the time came.
Then, she could feel the fabric of the paper under the fingertips. Silently, she looked at the portrait of the woman who saved her life. She still remembered her like yesterday and the dream was the last memory she had from her.
The hair was short, it didn't even reach her neck. Her left eye was closed due to a scar, her other one wide open, so you could see the big one nerved. Her face was covered in bruises, a large scar went diagonally over her whole face. Her nose was deformed, her mouth always in a thin line. She didn't remember her without the bandages around her neck.
On the top right corner, the name of the woman was written down by her.
Mary.
She could feel a tired moan and the young woman turned her head. She could see her roommate Layla getting up slowly. She rubbed her eye and then looked at her in a tired distance. "Mira? Why are you up at this hour?"
The young woman turned her head, letting the sketchbook in her lap. Her eyes were emotionless, without anything. Layla stared at her, until she sighed and pulled the blanket over her head once again. "Well, if you're not answering like always, I get to sleep again."
She lay down, the young woman stood up and went to the little mirror they have on the wall. She looked at her face and could see into her emotionless eyes. Her darkred hair framed her face and went until her waist, azure blue eyes were looking at her face. The devil wrinkles on her forehead became worse, the fresh scar on her throat was still red and she lowered her head, looking at her feet. It would be useless to try to sleep again, so she got back to her bed, took her brush, hairclips and band and she stood once again in front of the mirror. She brushed her hair, until it was without any knots. Her hands moved upward, taking the long strands, braiding it tightly without any missing hair.
She put it into a knot, circling it into a bun, pulling it together with a band. The hairclips were set to hold the band. She looked at her face again, on her hair. One last look to the window and she began to dress herself. When she had everything on, she took the dark green cloak and looked at the banner.
The wings of freedom.
Who was this woman you ask?
Her name was Mira Siren, a member of the Survery Corps and one of the best soldier that remained in wall Sina. There were only a few people who surpassed her ability and capability. One of the remaining people who had seen the attack of the titans on Wall Maria.
Only twenty two years old and already the fighting abilty of a soldier with twenty years of experience. She looked at her shoes and sat down on her bed again, taking the sketch book.
It was a normal start of a day for her. Without any words, without any emotion.
Mira was a woman to be feared. And not because of her surpassing experience.
She didn't speak, didn't say any word. There were people who hadn't even heard her voice once in years.
And nobody had to.