WARNING: rated 'M' for brief descriptions of underage sex with a minor and some graphic violence regarding male gentials. Proceed with caution if you are sensitive, squeamish, or easily triggered.
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Underground District – Siren Song Brothel, Year 841
It was loud and smoky inside the fully stocked bar of the Siren. Elites and lowlifes alike gathered around the plank tables and the polished oak countertop, its surface stained with water rings and ashtrays half-full of cigarette butts. Heaven forbid someone dirty the floor or counter with the knockoff ash. Ax would raise hell on any soul who tried. She was adamant on keeping the front of the establishment clean. The nasty was reserved only for the brothel rooms and private suites when-after a john's session was over for the night- staff went and made sure all beds had fresh sheets. Just because she ran a house of ill-repute didn't mean the Ax was going to let the place become scuzzy and run-down. Not when certain men made her some serious coin on the regular. Certain wealthy men who had money to spend and were into some serious kinks.
One of them had a Lolita fetish. He wouldn't accept a session if the girl was older than fifteen. His name was Vice-Captain Derek Ambrose, tall and well-built with a thick head of chestnut hair, tawny eyes and lightly tanned complexion. As a member of Captain Kenny Ackerman's squad, he enjoyed perks not normally afforded to regular police men. One of those was to make special trips to the Siren's Song when not on duty-an activity he kept from his wife of ten years and their two daughters. Only Kenny knew of his rather…singular tastes and thus far hadn't interfered with them at all. When he broke the news to his boss, the scary man laughed it off and slapped him on the back.
"Everybody's got their ways of blowing off steam, man. Scratch your itch however ya damn please. I sure as hell ain't gonna report ya."
And with his superior's twisted blessing, Ambrose took his leave, thanking his lucky stars the Captain wasn't one of those uptight, self-righteous wet blankets who tried to impose their old-fashioned morals on the populace at every turn. Thank God for small miracles. In a world where the weak died and the strong lived, there were far worse things out there than getting off on-and inside-young pussy. His wife was one of those types. She'd kill him if she found out his affections had shifted and was no longer faithful to their marriage vows for the last couple of years.
He was at the bar, polishing off his twelfth shot of the night. Good thing he could hold his liquor. The brandy he was drinking was top-shelf and very pricey. Warmth buzzed though his veins as he set the glass down on the counter.
"Hey! You there!" Ambrose hollered at the slim young woman who was standing behind the bar serving the clientele. He dropped a few gold coins on the worn counter. "For the drinks. Tell Ax I'm headed to my session."
The girl-a slender pretty thing no more than sixteen nodded her head-ponytail swinging with the motion as she pocketed the money. "Yes sir. I'll let her know."
Ambrose leered at her, depraved eyes lingering on her breasts before taking his leave. 'Nice tits,' he thought as he strode towards the rear of the brothel. 'Pity she's too old.' His girl was downstairs in the basement level where part of it had been converted into a dungeon. The young female in question was one of his favorites. Sierra. What a pretty name for someone so defiant. He requested her for several reasons: her fiery hair, piercing silver eyes and feisty spirit. It was rare to find such a person who fought him at every turn. He wanted to wear her down. Break her spirit. Only then would he move on to another conquest.
'Betcha the bitch learned her lesson last time,' he thought a cruel smirk twisting his lips. 'I ain't gonna be saddled with no bastard child.' It was for this reason he made sure to carry a condom from now on. He didn't want to go through a repeat trip to the abortion clinic with another unplanned pregnancy.
He made a sharp right turn and walked down what appeared to be a deserted hallway. Rich paneled wood and gilded edges with rich carpeting lined this corridor. But that was the extent of the façade. At the end of the blank wall that seemingly led to nowhere was a hidden passage that led to the basement. Its entrance was hidden behind an ornate painting of Stohess and Wall Sina. Only VIPs were permitted past this point. Ax didn't give this location to johns paying for a quick romp in the sack. This was for clients with highly specialized tastes. Everything from swinger parties to BDSM to sexual role-play could be carried out in relative comfort and privacy.
A few strategic movements later the painting slid aside to reveal a stout wooden door with a thick iron handle. Ambrose quickly stepped through locking the door with a key that not only would ensure complete privacy, but that his plaything couldn't escape during their play.
The basement opened up into a massive dungeon. Implements of every description hung from pegs driven into the walls. A total of seven rooms were decorated in shades of red and black. Three of these were designated 'Red Rooms of Pain'. It was in one of these rooms that his favorite toy sat waiting for him on the double bed dressed in revealing Lolita getup.
But Ambrose was so buzzed, he failed to notice her posture was anything but submissive: the cold gleam in arctic, silver eyes. The way she concealed her hands under her skirt, hiding them from his sight. The coiled arch of her back, a predator poised to strike on her unsuspecting prey.
"Hi Daddy." The practiced flutter of eyelashes and innocent looking outfit concealed a cold ripper's rage. "Rough night?"
Ambrose blinked, confused. The chit walking towards him on her knees, short skirt and backless halter top rustling with her movements, had never attempted to seduce him before. Not that he wasn't complaining. Maybe she was finally starting to realize who was boss.
"Yeah, you could say that. So," he smirked trying to reassert his dominance, to sound commanding, but the light slur in his voice nullified the desired effect. "Seems like you learned your lesson. No more accidents." He lowered his zipper, letting his stiff member spring out of the confines of his boxers. "Open wide. Daddy's been itchy all night."
"Suck."
She lowered her lashes, pushing out her bottom lip and slid off the mattress. Ambrose braced himself against the bed frame eyes fluttering shut preparing to enjoy a long night of pleasure.
A small hand began to massage his member, causing a low moan to escape his throat when her lips closed around the tip.
"Yeah. That's it. Suck it, bitch. Make Daddy proud."
She obliged, slowly taking more of him into her mouth while stealthily removing an edged knife that she'd stolen hours prior from the implement wall.
Sierra brought the sharpened blade up to his dick and sliced it off in one swift stroke. Dark arterial blood gushed from the gaping hole in the man's crotch.
Ambrose grunted, the alcohol he imbibed earlier delaying the searing pain by a few precious seconds. Sierra gave him a hard kick in the crotch, shoving the bigger man off his feet and onto the mattress.
Before he could register what happened she produced a wooden bat hidden under the pillow and bashed him over the skull.
Ambrose's limbs went slack, knocked out cold.
Blood continued to pour onto the comforter.
Sierra's face was like stone as she proceeded to bind the unconscious pedophile's hands and feet to the bedposts with sturdy black rope.
"Suck on that. Bastard."
She hopped off the bed and reached underneath, pulling a pack filled with clothes, several loaves of white bread fresh from the oven, dried meats, a skin of wine, and a bottle of scotch. A fat money purse containing several thousand gold coins-three months wages had been placed with care near the bottom of the bag.
The twelve-year old shucked off her bloody Lolita outfit and quickly dressed in her travel clothes: black pants, dark green t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. Sierra heard her quarry groan as he slowly came to. She continued to don a stolen ODM harness taking her time with the straps.
"Hrrrggh. Wha-what? Happened? What's goin' on?"
A pair of tall boots went over her socks, laces knotted tight.
"Oi!" Ambrose began to struggle in the restraints. "What th' hell-AGGGGH!"
Quick as a flash Sierra was back on the bed, hands wrapped in strips of her soiled Lolita skirt. A harsh kick to his groin ripped a pained shriek from her victim.
"Shut up," she growled brandishing the knife in front of his face. "You're gonna die soon, so listen to me. See that hole?" Trembling, Ambrose followed the gleaming blade to where she pointed. Right at his crotch where he noticed his dick was missing.
He screamed. The girl viciously backhanded him across the face, choking off his cry. She thanked whatever higher power existed that the red rooms were soundproof. No one would notice anything amiss until it was too late.
"I told you to shut up." Her voice was a predator's purr, laced with venom. "This is for killing my baby." She picked up his severed member and began bringing it toward his mouth.
"No," he whimpered, whole body shaking violently. "Nonononono-"
"Open up," Sierra commanded. The ambient light had caught her silver eyes which had turned an eerie shade of arctic white. "Enjoy the last meal of yer damned life."
He clamped his lips shut, shaking his head, tears and snot streaming down his face and chin.
She stabbed him in the nipple prompting the dying man to scream, though due to blood loss, it was weaker than the first few times. Just as quickly she stuck another blade to his throat, the metal frozen solid.
"Open, asshole." This time Ambrose had no choice but to comply.
She wasted no time shoving the bloodied member down his throat. Since he was a considerable size, it didn't fit all the way in. No matter. It would all be over soon.
Sierra held the severed organ down his throat for several seconds. Watched as his face started to turn purple from lack of oxygen. She suddenly yanked it out causing the man to throw up.
Ambrose coughed and spluttered, chunks of vomit running down his chin. "Ma'am! Ma'am please!" He rasped, sobbing brokenly, begging for his life. "I got…I gotta family…wife…two girls...please-"
A spurt of hot rage washed over Sierra at that stilted confession. Without a flicker of remorse or hesitation, she pinched his mouth open and shoved his dick back down his throat. This time she applied her entire body weight clamping down with both hands.
"Ya mean ta tell me," she growled, eyes burning with hatred and anger. "That you got a wife and spend yer off time banging underage girls? I bet yer daughters ain't much older than I am. That right? Ya get off sucking young pussy?" Her face contorted in horrible fury. "YOU SICK, TWISTED SON OF A BITCH! DIE!" She pushed down harder. His limbs began flailing, but to no avail. It would all be over soon.
Finally, after thirty tense seconds she felt the disgusting pedophile lose the game of life. A perverse sense of relief welled up inside and she cautiously lifted her vice grip on the monster's face.
He was dead. Thank God for that. He wouldn't be molesting any more girls or killing their babies ever again.
A quick search of his pockets came up with his wallet with a large lump sum in gold coins, along with a few jewels and silver coins. She wasted no time stripping him of anything of value, hiding her findings in her clothes.
'I gotta get outta here.' She thought as she emptied a stolen keg of black gunpowder over his mutilated corpse and trailed it out the door into the dungeon. He carried a brace of fancy flintlock pistols which she'd thrust into her belt. There wasn't much time. She had to be long gone before this was discovered.
Before lighting the match, Sierra went back behind the torture rack and emerged with the ODM gear and blades attached to the harness. A serrated knife in its sheath sat attached to her thigh. Now she was ready.
The sharp smell of the wooden match being struck was to Sierra, the sweetest aroma. She dropped it on the trail of powder. Instantly, the combustible material ignited, sending the flame speeding along the thin, black rail towards its final destination. Before it was halfway to the red room Sierra was gone, leaving the dungeon door ajar behind her. She sped on cat feet down the dead end hall and looked both ways.
Seeing no one she summoned all the stealth she could muster. There was a secret side exit located near the rear of the brothel that only the lifers knew about. Cherise had shown her several times, just because she wanted the young girl to have an escape route should the need arise. That knowledge was finally paying off.
Behind her, Sierra could smell smoke. The fire was spreading. She had to hurry. Someone would be along any minute.
Finally, after several agonizing minutes she located the side door and slipped through just as someone was coming down the hall.
She was picking her way through the short passage when she heard the young prostitute scream for help upon discovering the basement was on fire.
'Sorry Cherise,' she thought as she pushed open the exit, and stepped out into the back alley that ran the length of the building screened by an eight-foot wooden fence. 'But I gotta do this.'
She pointed the arrows of her stolen ODM gear towards the nearest building and fired the hooks just as the commotion from the brothel began to reach a fever pitch. The girl shot off into the darkness leaving the brothel and its workers to their fates.
The Ripper had been born.
Underground District – present day
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"Once we leave Hermina, we'll be in Titan territory proper." Hange Zoe explained to Eren-clipboard in hand-as the pair made their way to a recessed stable where Moblit Berner stood waiting for them. Torches lit the outer plaza and the rest of the Scout troop that accompanied the 104th Squad were busy going about their tasks or took turns on guard duty outside the inner room.
Before they went in Moblit stopped them with a question.
"Hey Eren, you well enough to ride a horse yet?"
"Yeah, should be able to manage one without a hassle," he replied with a slight bite to his voice. I hope Captain Levi and Major Sierra are okay. She promised she'd be present when the Commander runs her tests. He was also curious what she would do while he was in Titan form. For some reason he couldn't explain, she was someone who commanded his respect and deference the moment he laid eyes on her in that ruined, smoky street the day they captured Annie. Only Captain Levi and Commanders Erwin and Hange were the other three whose presence and rank commanded that special honor. And if the Captain and Major were working together, he-along with the rest of the gang-would be seeing her often. Something he was not averse to. If something happened to either Hange or Erwin-or God forbid-Levi, she would be the commanding officer.
Guess I'll have to wait and see.
"Saddle up then soldier," Moblit commanded. "There's a mount waiting for you on the left lift."
Eren wasted no time doing as he was told.
"Right."
They'd barely gone half a step when Hange stopped in her tracks. As if on cue, Nick, Levi and Sierra entered the supply room. Both elites were not happy with their charge.
They're back already? Hmm. Ole Nick doesn't look so hot. Looks like seeing the oppression of the people firsthand might've got to him. Let's see if he'll spill the beans now.
"Section Commander we're pressed for time," Moblit reminded his boss. Just beyond him, Eren, Armin and Mikasa stood at the ready.
"Uh, thanks Moblit," she replied mind already on interrogation mode as she jogged toward the trio, her trusty clipboard tucked into her elbow. "Give me a sec."
"So," she pressed the haggard priest. "Seem to like it by any chance?"
Nick slumped his shoulders but said nothing. The man's silence only served to infuriate the scientist. Next to him Levi and Sierra glared daggers at the holy man. Damn it. Sierra fumed. This bastard's a piece of work. She really wanted to break his legs now.
Hange drew in a deep breath, her glasses flashing in the torchlight.
"Ah damn it! This isn't some spiritual exercise! There are lives on the line!"
Yep. Told him she'd be pissed. Sierra thought smugly. His funeral if he keeps playing tough.
"Alas I have no choice," Nick replied eyes downcast but holding steadfast to his vows. "Neither myself nor those who believe are at liberty to speak the truth."
"Fat lot of help you are!" Hange snapped, teeth bared at the pastor. "Thanks for keeping us company! It's been fun!"
"I'd offer my help," Nick interjected softly catching the tall woman off guard. "But a duty as great as this one is beyond me."
Sierra raised an eyebrow. Okay…so why are you even here if ya can't help?
The priest continued to offer-in Sierra's mind-a litany of excuses. "The order of the Walls abides by the sacred will our faith commands us to obey."
"Who's sacred will?" Hange demanded. "You mean like God or something?"
Sierra scoffed. What does God have to do with ANY of this mess?
"I can't answer that."
Sierra opened her mouth, ready to unload both barrels into his chest.
"But what I can do is provide you with a name. An individual who the sacred will in its divine wisdom instructed us to monitor."
Sierra hadn't realized she'd sidled closer to Levi than she normally would've, so engrossed to hear what name the priest was about to divulge. If he wasn't going to talk, then maybe whoever this mystery person was then they could finally get this show on the road.
"Monitor?" Hange asked, confused as to the new direction the conversation was going. Luckily Nick was all too willing to give up this piece of information. It would take the heat off his back temporarily, but he knew it was a matter of time before they went after him again. At least I'm not in jeopardy of violating my sacred vows.
"It's a person you know. Someone who enlisted with the Scout regiment as of this year."
Eren perked up, a soft gasp leaving his lips. Sierra cocked her head. Finally. We might be getting somewhere.
"A child by the name of-"
Suddenly the door to the room burst open and Sasha Braus walked in clutching a rolled-up paper to her chest.
"Important message!" She announced in a loud voice. "I'm with the 104 Cadet Corps. Oh and my name is Sasha Braus!" She stopped upon realizing no one was listening to her.
Armin and Eren gasped in shock at the name Nick revealed. Sierra and Levi stood rooted to the spot, stunned speechless.
"N-no way!" Eren breathed out. Mind reeling unable to process his disbelief at the bombshell that had just been dropped. It can't be true. Not….her!
"Who?" Hange asked, scrambling to understand why the kids were reacting so strongly.
Sasha apologized for interrupting still clutching the message in her fist. "This is for you, Section Commander."
Nick stood like a statue, but his tone conveyed urgency.
"You must find her with all haste. She is the key. She may know things we understand, but poorly. And with that we come to the end of what I'm free to share." For the first time since entering the room, the priest finally lifted his head to take a deep breath. "The rest I leave in your capable hands!"
Hange wasted no time putting the pieces together. "But if-if she's in the 104th Cadet Corps she's at the front lines right about now."
Sierra clenched her fists. Damn it! If she dies, we're out of luck! We gotta haul ass and find her!
"Then let's go!" Eren barked whirling to run for his horse. "Come on! There's no time to lose!"
In his haste, he failed to see Sasha standing behind him until he rammed into her, knocking her to the ground. "Ow!" She shouted, body trembling from the impact. "Watch where you're going!" Damn, he's a brick wall. God, that hurts like hell!
"Sasha?!" Oh God. Please don't be hurt too bad! Eren prayed as he stooped down.
"When did you get here all of a sudden?" Mikasa asked.
Sierra rolled her eyes. Seriously? She didn't hear the foghorn enter the room? Lame.
Sasha gasped and lunged for the scroll she dropped when Eren ran into her.
"I was sent to give a message to Commander Erwin! Who that entrusted me to deliver this to you, Section Commander!" She spoke loudly with a deep bow presenting the sealed scroll to Hange.
Hange was clearly taken aback but she took the scroll from the waiting cadet.
"Oh…okay then." What would Erwin have so important that he would risk a member of the 104th to deliver it to me in person? Guess she would have to wait and see. "Excellent work!" She took off running down the corridor toward the lift.
"Awesome. So who was Nick talking about?" Hange asked Eren watching as Mikasa busied herself adjusting his ODM gear so it would run smoothly.
"She was the smallest one in the class," Armin replied with his quiet voice. "Golden hair. Blue eyes. She's uh…kinda cute." Ymir would kill me if she heard me say that. Good thing the tall, sarcastic woman wasn't around.
"The girl who's always hanging around Ymir." Mikasa supplied, causing Hange to gasp. Levi blinked at the girl's response. Wait. Don't tell me…it's who I think it is-
"Excuse me?" Hange demanded.
"Ya heard her, hag." Sierra sighed stretching her arms. "It's like Armin said. Tiny blonde thing who hangs out with that other hag, Ymir."
She still couldn't believe it. But it was true.
The key to humanity's survival was none other than the kids' fellow cadet.
They had to hurry. If Krista Lenz died in action, so did their only plausible lead to unravel long forgotten truths and humanity's lost history.
What they didn't realize was how costly the stakes would become.
TBC…
A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! Just a quick rundown on the lack of updates: my computer screen cracked on me so I had to get it repaired. Took longer than I expected to pick it up so that's the reason everything went quiet on my end regarding my fics. So never fear. I'm back with a vengeance! Also, most of the dialogue is ripped from the episodes, so bear with me. I've added my own original content with Sierra, Jarell, and the rest of my OCs.
Vanessamarie7: wow thx so much for your amazing review! I'm glad you're enjoying the story and yes Sierra's eyes are her most arresting feature. Glad you're loving her fierce nature and 'charm' lol, and it's cool to see that you can visualize her piercing stare.
Big titan hugs to everyone who's been with this fic since day one and to the 92 awesome reviews, 195 faves and 277 follows! I've met so many cool loyals through this story it's amazing! Your support and feedback are what keeps the creative fuel in my tank! As always, enjoy and don't forget to review. Here's to ringing in 2018 with a bang! Have a happy and safe New Year's everyone!
