Finally, I got my life back together… the end of the school year is almost here… one week left! I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I actually went through a phase of depression… I didn't eat regularly, I cried so much I made myself sick, and I felt useless. Music wasn't helping, therapy wasn't helping, friends weren't helping. Eventually, I did find a source of happiness, although it came from an unusual source. YouTube. Yup, I started watching Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. It seriously helped and I feel like I owe Mark and Sean a lot, I haven't cried a tear since. My other friend fell into the same boat, it's not my place to tell you why she did, but she hurt herself and was about to commit suicide. I had my mom call her dad and tell him what was going on. We have it sorted out. Anyway, you people dont want to hear about my issues… you clicked here for the update.
So on with the fanfiction!
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Still nothing. It had been 3 days and nothing but a torn piece of cloth, useless cloth. They couldn't do anything with a strip of bloody fabric, this operation was going nowhere. Hanji's squad had no choice but to keep questioning and searching. None of the shop owners would give them the answers they needed, and to ask every citizen would take weeks, and they didn't have that kind of time. The Survey Corps were an illegal organization of rebels, they all were walking wanted posters, and being out in the open was asking to be arrested.
"Anything?" Erwin asked, leaning casually against the brick wall of the butchers shop. The butcher and his wife had been nice and gave them a few places to hide. The commander currently wore a typical work shirt and pants, his golden locks messy and draping in front of his eyes. Dirt stained his usually clean appearance. He turned to look at the woman that stood across from him. She sighed, crossing her arms and looking up at the clouded sky.
"Nothing." Came her quiet reply. The brown locks of un-kept hair fell away from her glasses to reveal two bright brown eyes. Both wore a defeated frown before they split again, the commander returning to the shop, the captain disappearing around a corner.
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A scream ripped from his throat as another shock surged through his already sore body.
"Come on boy. Just give it up already. You're killing yourself." Levi doubled over himself, his cuffed wrists catching him, holding him from the one thing he wanted to feel against his skin. All he wanted was to lay down against the freezing stone and slip off into unconsciousness, deep, dark, blissful relief.
"I-I wi-ll d-die before I t-tell you a-any-thing." He said between sharp intakes of air. Footsteps echoed as Kenny stepped closer.
"Brat, why can't your shit brain actually take in the situation you're in. Your death would only worsen the already hopeless situation humanity is in. But if killing you to prove our point is what it takes, then I guess that's what it may come down to." He roughly grabbed his chin, and lined their eyes, silver orbs meeting. One set filled with anger and determination, the other pair a hurricane of pain and defeat. "Don't you understand?! You could save yourself the suffering and give it to us. Do yourself a favor and-"
"Die with your pride, not with your fear. Lesson number 1." A grin spread across his bruised broken face. "That was the first thing you taught me."
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"Eren, can you help me with these boxes?" Armin peeked in through the open doorway, looking at his best friend.
"Uh, yeah. Just let me finish cleaning the knives." He dipped the bloody blade into the tub of soapy water, scrubbing it with an old rag. He shook off the droplets and sat it on the drying rack and moved to the shipment that had just come in.
"Thanks." the blonde said as Eren picked up the heavy box. "Just put it in the corner over there next to the other boxes." He nodded and sat it down. To be completely honest, he hadn't been very, "alive" lately. They were wanted criminals, Levi was missing, and they had not a clue as to where he went. Hanji was great, but his hero was gone off somewhere, probably suffering for their sake. He couldn't help but blame himself for the corporal's disappearance. He felt like shit, like he should be the one out there searching, that he should be the one missing.
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Hanji's POV
I wandered from house to house, shop to shop, gaining nothing. Citizen after citizen, merchant after merchant, every single house adding another failure to the growing list. All the empty answers had led me to an old mill next to the river. Climbing the few steps, I knocked as loudly as I could. I almost didn't, the windows were all locked shut and you couldn't see inside, there was no light showing underneath the wooden door, which made the house seemingly abandoned, although the smell suggested otherwise. The scent of a burning fireplace was noticeable and smoke flowed from the chimney. I straightened up at the sound of footsteps. The lock clicked as it was turned, and the doorknob twisted. Slowly the wood creaked open and a thick voice carried through. "What do ya' want?" I frowned at the unfriendly introduction.
"Well, I came to ask you a question about a missing person. He was kidnapped a few days ago. May you please help me?" The door opened further to reveal a wider man with thin fading hair. He wore a pair of pants that looked like they had never seen soap and a dark button up shirt.
"What's your name?" He questioned further. He looked me up and down, as if checking to see if I was a threat.
"My name is Nicole." I lied. He narrowed his eyes then smiled, holding open the door.
"Please. Come in."
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And done! There is something satisfying about your favorite character getting tortured, kidnapped, injured, going insane, falling ill, or dying. I don't know what, but I love it… Anybody agree…? No? Oh well I guess I'm crazy. Oh well… I found my new favorite band. I'm really upset I didn't find them sooner… Set it Off… seriously, they're great! Anyway, I'm rambling.
Until next time,
OokamiZaTora out...