Shattered Glass
A/N: This is a short dabble in SnK. I'm fairly happy with it. Enjoy.
Mikasa lunged for her scarf, only to curse. Her shoulder popped once more, and she could feel tendons was no retrieving the fabric as it drifted into a sea of Titans.
Her strength was sapping too, not only because of her immense injuries, but the new emotional blow. That scarf was her last tie to Eren and her family. All she had left of her childhood after losing the scarf was Armin, who was resting, out of commission and unconscious. She had to see him though, she had to see that Armin was alive. Armin Arlert was her very best friend, and her single source of strength from here on out. For a moment Mikasa imagined his limp body being trampled, and a wave of nausea passed over her
Steeling her eyes, Mikasa Ackerman left her post, struggling through debris. As she ran she used her good arm to tighten her equipment, the belts near impossible to use with one hand. Unfortunately, she had no choice. The 3D gear was what kept her bones in place, she could tell. The idea of using the gear sparked briefly, but was left for dead. She was in too much pain, and being pulled in any direction could be disastrous.
Eventually a standing building came into sight. It had been a church. She could tell from the fallen bell tower and shards of stained glass on the ground. Mikasa made her way through the door, and scanned the room. She could see Armin lying down in a pew, probably sleeping. Last she heard he had broken a leg and a few ribs. Why he wasn't provided a splint yet was beyond the woman. Still she made her way toward the blond. Anxiously she worked her cape off of her body, and used her teeth to tie a firm knot around Armin's left knee. He flinched, but if he was awake did not open his eyes.
Mikasa then sat next to him and felt tears build up in her eyes. She didn't even have a scarf to remember her family by anymore. Exhausted, she leaned back and closed her eyes.
Her pity party didn't last long. Jean's voice became clear. She had never heard him speak so angrily.
"Listen up, you marsupial. This is the real deal, so fuck your sob story. Also, fuck your depressing as hell childhood. You have got shit to kill!" Jean ordered, his face red.
Mikasa wanted to retort, but had nothing to say. She knew Jean was right. As long as she wasn't bleeding and her head wasn't hit she could go on, there was no choice. The woman nodded in response, and for one last moment drank in Armin's appearance.
His face had changed since they were kids. His round features had become lean and he had grown out his hair. Armin still had those bright blue eyes though, even if they were shut tight and asleep. If everything went well she would see his features change again and again and his eyes lit up with laughter. She had to protect her friend. This was not the time to cry.
This was the time to fight.
