I look around me. Everything in the room was dark. The front door opened and a woman and a girl came in. The woman was wearing a red scarf. I knew who she was. "Mom watch out!" I shouted, "He's waiting for you. He's already inside the house!" She didn't hear me. It was like there was a glass barrier between me and her. She placed the bag of groceries she was carrying on the table. She hugged the little girl. "Mikasa, I love you." she said.
"Mom! You have to get out! Please just run! Please, mom.." I sank to the ground. I had seen all of this before. She just looked at the younger me, the helpless me.
"Hello, Claire" said a tall man. (A/N: I don't think the mom's name was mentioned anywhere so I am just naming her Claire.) I couldn't see his face but it was clear that my mother recognized him. I could see the fear in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?!"
"You shouldn't have done that."
"Please, just leave us alone. I won't say anything." she pulled the helpless child behind her.
"It's a little too late for that." he pulled out a knife. My mother jumped back and grabbed a pair of scissors that was on the table. He lunged back but she caught him in the arm. "Run Mikasa! Run!" The man dropped the knife. "Mom.." she began to say. "Pick up the knife and fight!" I called to my younger self. I could see her eyeing the knife. "I told you to run!" said my mother. I watched myself run away into the cold air outside. "Stay and fight you brat!" I called after her. I felt myself being pulled away. I was being pulled out of my dream and back into reality.
I slowly opened my eyes. Dr. Jaeger was softly shaking me awake. "You had a bad dream." he explained.
"Thank you." I could feel something warm on my face. I touched it then I realized that I had been crying. "Is Eren going to be okay?"
"He's still asleep but he'll be fine."
There was a man standing in the corner of the room. It was Commander Erwin Smith. "Hello, Mikasa." he began, "Do you remember me?" I nodded. "What was your dream about?" he asked in a gentle voice.
Mikasa Jaeger read the name on the file. She had gone through a lot of pain and yet she still persevered. She was a straight A student with aptitude for technology. There were plenty of good technology schools. So why did she go all the way to California to study creative arts? Erwin knew she was hiding something. There was just something so wrong about her. He didn't know if her secret had anything to do with the attack but he knew she was hiding something.
He continued to read her file. She had a psychiatrist, Zoe Hange. Erwin looked at the name again. Hange? His Hange? It had been a long time since he last saw her. The file said that Hange had been with Mikasa since Mikasa's mother died. Mikasa was the first person on the scene of the crime. There was something about Mikasa that intrigued Erwin but he didn't know what. It was as if she needed protecting but something told him she was quite capable. She reminded him of his oldest daughter. Maybe Mikasa was his second chance. This time he would put the Titans, the gang of criminals that had taken so much away from him, behind bars.
"Doctor Jaeger?" Dr. Jaeger could here Erwin's familiar voice over the phone.
"Hello, Erwin."
"How is Eren and Mikasa?"
"They are both doing much better but Mikasa says she still can't remember anything. It's not that uncommon for a person to lose a part of their memory after a traumatic experience."
"I see…How long will she be staying with you?"
"She'll be staying until next June. She's going to Kalahan Academy this coming school year."
"School doesn't start for another month. I was wondering if she might be interested in working for me. My secretary in on vacation and things here are getting a little overwhelming."
"I'll ask her."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
"Erwin Smith wants me to work for him?" Why would he want to work for me? If I did, I would be able to keep an eye on him and his investigation. But that would also mean he could keep an eye on me. Was that it? He wanted to keep an eye on me? But if that were so, why would he give me access to his files? "I'll do it. When do I start?"
