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Levi didn't quite know who was screaming; Petra, Hanji, or he himself. He watched the police officer's baton connect with Petra's head with a sickening crunch. Her body fell at an unnatural angle that made Levi's stomach clench, and he bit his tongue to keep himself from yelling. He was vaguely aware of the other girls being taken down just as Petra had been, with no mercy.

"How dare you!" he heard Hanji screech. The officer raised his baton again, and Levi found himself running towards the brunette. "Hey!" he shouted.

The officer turned, and Levi noticed just how big the man was. He was easily a foot taller than Levi, maybe more. But Levi's feet kept moving. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Levi yelled.

"My job," the officer scoffed. "What are you doing, kid?"

"Who gave you permission to do this?" Levi cried. The officer glared at him, his cold blue eyes boring into Levi.

"Kenny Ackerman, the owner of this facility. Now get out of the way, bonehead!" the officer snapped. His lifted the baton over Hanji, and, Levi, subconsciously, grabbed the man's arm and twisted it. The officer yelped, then his eyes boiled and he stalked towards Levi. Levi stood still, his gray eyes locked on the large man.

The officer spat on the pavement, making Levi recoil. "You son of a-"

"Officer!"

Levi turned as someone yelled and began to walk towards him. He saw a flash of blonde hair and cold blue eyes as his uncle put his hands on his shoulders.

"Mr. Ackerman. I was just taking care of this-" the officer stuttered, his baton suddenly by his side.

"My nephew wasn't causing any trouble, I hope?" Kenny said coolly. Levi found himself sweating where his uncle's hands rested on his shoulders.

The officer glanced back at Levi. "He interfered with a state officer."

I'm so going to get a beating, Levi thought. He found his eyes glued to the fallen girl on the pavement who was being cradled by her friend.

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement, sir. My nephew is currently in law school, and an arrest would not be good, I'm afraid," Kenny drawled.

The officer continued to glare, but then nodded. "I'll be on my way, then."

The officer began to drag Petra's body to his horse drawn wagon, and another officer appeared and jerked Hanji up. She yelped as he handcuffed her, but her face was cold and showed no indication of pain. She, too, was dragged to the wagon and shoved in the back. Her hazel eyes met with Levi's, and it was as if a cold fist had grabbed his heart and squeezed it.

"Levi! We're leaving!" Kenny cried. Levi stood there for a moment, watching the wagon ride away.

"Levi. Get in the carriage, now." Kenny snarled, his face suddenly inches from Levi's. Levi obeyed, his mind on auto pilot, for his thoughts were far away in the back of a police vehicle.

"Petra, love. You need to go."

Petra felt fingertips brush her wet cheeks, and she locked eyes with the teary woman in front of her.

"Mama, please…" she whispered. She looked down at the pavement as the ship's horn blew, signaling her and the others around her to get on the ship.

"You go to America! You get a job! And I-," Petra's mother choked on her flowing tears and sinuses. "You bring us there. We'll have a better life together."

Petra simply nodded before her mother crushed her in a hug. They began to sob in rhythm, their tears soaking their clothes. "I love you, Petra," her mother murmured.

"I love you, too," Petra mumbled. She looked at her father, his soft wrinkles and hazel eyes. She was just as soon enveloped in his huge arms. He stroked her hair with his rough hands, whispering in her ear. His breathe tickled her cheek, and she wanted to melt into his smell of pine and honey that she'd always clung to as a child. "You write to me, ok? Every week?"

"Yes, Papa. I will, I promise. I love you, Papa." She broke away from the hug as the ship's horn blew one last time.

"Go, Petra," Her father breathed. Petra's feet began to move without her realizing it. They felt like bags of water as she trudged up the boardwalk, away from everything she knew. Everything inside of her was telling her to turn back, to stop moving. But her cemented legs kept moving. The salty air whipped her auburn hair as she turned back and looked down at the crowd of hopeful people who were praying that their babies would get them to America. To the land of dreams…

"Petra? Are you awake?"

Petra opened her eyes as Hanji came into view. As soon as she did this, her vision began to swim, and she closed her eyes again. She moaned.

"Where are we?" she muttered. She felt cold, very cold, and the room was full of darkness. A small amount of light leaked through a barred window in the top right corner. Bars separated her and a few other girls from the outside world. Petra found herself shivering.

"We're in a jail cell," Hanji said shortly. Other voices echoed off the walls and Petra attempted to sit up.

"Petra-"

Petra's skull seemed to split open and dizziness clouded everything. Her stomach churned, and she felt as though she was going to be sick.

"Hanji!" she gasped. She cradled her head in her hands, moaning.

Her friend guided her body back to the paved floor of the cell, where Petra's body felt no comfort.

"Where's Mikasa?" Petra murmured, her thoughts traveling to what had happened earlier that day. "I lost her and then that man ran into me…"

"I'm here, Petra."

Petra heard Mikasa's voice among the whispers of their fellow strikers, and she tried to sit up again. The same feelings washed over her, almost causing her to collapse. "Mikasa, what happened?"

Mikasa sighed, staring at the ground. There was blood streaked down her face, and her gray eyes were burning full of rage.

"Kenny Ackerman hired police, prostitutes and thugs to get us to stop striking. I got attacked by a prostitute. Not that I couldn't handle her. She just tore up my face a bit," Mikasa spat.

"I'm sorry," Petra whispered.

"That's nothing compared to some. Even you. You got beat in the back of the head with a baton," Mikasa replied.

"How much is the bail?" Petra asked. Hanji looked her in the eye, the look on her face suggesting a price that was neither affordable nor fair.

"Twenty-five hundred," Hanji answered. Petra nodded, hanging her head. She felt her eyes begin to burn with the sensation of nearing tears.

"Make yourself comfortable. We're gonna be in here for a while," Mikasa muttered, laying on the floor. Hanji did the same, and Petra just stared at the ceiling, shivering. I'm sorry, Mama…

A single tear hit the pavement.

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