Prolouge
It was a cold day, my breath left white smoke that trailed behind me as I ran to home. I held one hand on my bruised eye and turned a corner to catch my breath. Why me? Why do they always go for me? These questions didn't go unanswered because I already knew why. It was because I am weak. It is because I am weak that they can hurt me. The sound of hurried footsteps cut off my train of thought. "Crap!" I whispered quietly. I turned around only to be facing the one and only, Mark Tracy. His thick figure towered over me, his beautiful, cold face held an evil smile. I was caught, now I must pay.
"Looks like I caught you. Hand over the money, if you decided to run again the punishment will be worse." I slowly took a step back trembling in fear, but in a matter of seconds his fist collided into face throwing me onto the floor. This time I had no place to run, his subordinates surrounded me making a ring for both Mark and I. Tears threatened to escaped as I reached for the money in my pocket. This is how the world works, it's kill or be killed. I have no choice but to play the role of the victim. Every moment that made up my sixteen years of life I have been the coward. I can't do this anymore, just because I am a girl those who are stronger than me push me down. But what makes them so strong? What do they have that I don't? If I gave them my money what will change? I carefully stood up my face stinging and blood dripped from my chin. Mark's face of triumph changed to that of confusion, then anger. I gave him the biggest smile I could muster, the pain left me dizzy, but I didn't care, this needs to stop. Enraged, Mark threw another punch which I dodged but he kneed me in the stomach pushing me to the floor again. He started to kick my head and stomach again and again while I was down turning my vision black. I began to cough up blood staining my white t-shirt. "This is what you get maggot! You think you are so strong getting up! Get up from this!" He kicked me again right on my ribs. I screamed in reply, but that didn't stop him. After what seemed to be forever his followers became nervous and told him to stop. He was finally pulled from the bloody heap that was me. "Keep your money! Your medical bills would cost more anyways." Laughing victoriously he left me on the cold alley where I tried to hide. My entire body shuddered with pain as tears streamed my face mixing with a puddle of my own blood. This was it, I was going to die all because I refused to become a victim. My vision started to go black as I stared at the floor. I closed my eyes shut wishing this never happened. Why couldn't I be strong? What did anyone gain from my existence? Nothing. I never had friends and no one will miss me if I die here. I was a nuisance to my parent anyways, they always scolded my presence. At least I have a bit of my dignity dying here. But I could have done so much more, so much more….. I drifted off into the darkness uncertain that I would get out. This is it. If only I would have been stronger….
Whispers disrupted the silence as I started to regain my consciousness. What is going on? My eyelids flickered open to a dark ceiling with a glow from the candle besides me. How did I get here? I thought for a second and all the memories of the encounter with Mark came flooding through. Oh God, I can't believe I actually survived that. Wherever I am these people must have saved me. But why not take me to a hospital? It doesn't matter right? I slowly tried to sit up on the warm bed gasping in pain. This is going to be harder than I thought. I shifted to try a different way then froze staring at the set of eyes on the other side of the room studying me. The glow of the candle flickered of their faces as they were dead silent. I was still frozen with shock, but it wasn't from the pain or the stares. It was because of their faces. They looked like anime characters?! My surprised stare lowered to their clothing. All of them were wearing uniforms that had white pants, many strapping belts, long brown boots, and a jacket with an emblem with dual wings. Their uniforms struck a familiar chord within me until I realized why. These are people from the survey corps in the anime Shingeki no Kyojin. I loved this series, but why are they all here so close to me as if I were in it? Confusion swept over my face as I whipped my head painfully to look at my hands. They weren't my usual scarred and rough hands, they felt smooth and clearly looked animated. This is all a dream right? There was no way I could be in an anime right? I must be in a coma. I tried to stand from the bed ignoring the people watching me, but withered in pain. If this was a dream why does in hurt so much? Suddenly, one of the people hidden in the shadows emerged speaking in what sounded to be Japanese. I looked up from my position facing the one and only Levi Ackerman. His impassive face appeared bored and it took me a second to realize that he was scolding me. From what I understood from his jumble of words he said something that sounded like "baka". I'm pretty sure that means idiot in Japanese. Damn this weird as hell dream, at least it could've been subbed.
"What the actual f*** is going on." I said to the group of people, wishing that at least one of them knew English. It was worth a try, but sadly all I got was faces as confused as mine. I looked back to Levi whose eyes were wide and in a flash he ran out of the room. Well that doesn't explain shit. Trying to keep my cool I sat back onto the bed and continued to talk. "Where am I? Is this real? Is this really Shingeki no Kyojin? What wall are we behind? Is it wall Maria, because if it is we are all screwed." The soldiers in the room remained with their strict position and blank faces. "Well, this is perfect!" I yelled at this dream furiously. This all has to be a dream. As if the universe wanted to answer back, the wood door to this room opened revealing Levi and two more guards holding thick handcuffs. I don't like where this dream is going.