A/N: Hello, I am uploading this as a teaser for a fanfic that I wrote similar to this. This is pretty much the rewritten version of this and I will be slowly updating the fanfiction because there is heavy editing. What you are reading is the end result of this chapter. Hopefully, there is more to come! Also, I have an adorable editor that I haven't told I was doing this, so hopefully it will be okay. Cx Enjoy and sorry for the slow updates! 3
"Fuck off!" I growled and bit the man's lip, tearing it off. The blood splattered all over me. My naked body felt the weight of the man as he slammed me against the floor and then stepping away.
"Argh!" He screamed as men came in the tend to him and his whimsical needs. A pair of footsteps came towards me and I could hear the sneer in the man's voice. He was a disgusting human.
"Maimed another, did you? Ha, you are becoming a nuisance. It's about the time we sell you, anyways." He sneered.
"GO TO HELL!" My hatred was seeping through as he chuckled from the power he thought he had. "You will pay for this!" I hissed.
"You are so cute. I wish I could fuck you all day." He whispered in a husky voice in my ear, his breath tickling it and I tried to pull away. "You know it for sure..."
"Bastard!" I can feel my hot tears running down my face. I hated him. I hated every man. I hated everyone. I hated all humans! Turning to my side, I let out a sob while everybody left. The bleeding man kept screaming and when they left, his cries became louder until it was silent.
I was like a dog, chained, my hands tied behind my back and wings bound behind me. I was nothing more than an animal in their eyes. The room was suffocating - there were no windows. The walls were a disgusting off-white that had red stains of what I assumed to be blood.
Blowing a strand of hair out of my face, I flipped my hair and kept looking around the room for anything. There was blood on the floor from the man who visited me last. The room was in utter disrepair - paint was peeling, the floors stained. Whispers of voices echoed outside.
My emaciated body was the only thing I could observe with awe. I never knew a body could look like mine, bones protruding here and there, my hip bones poking out. My knees were knobby, and even though I had some fat left, it felt like I wouldn't last long.
A pair of uniformed footsteps stood out from the other footsteps outside the door. Wheels were rolling along with them. Their ominous sound came closer and closer until it deafened my ears. The door opened with a loud moan, the bottom half scraping against the floor. Two men chatted among themselves a little before coming to me. One was a blond and the other was a pale skinned strawberry blond.
"What are you doing?" I challenged them while they undid the chain that held me at the neck. Their hands moved as if they have been doing this for years, and started to call me. In a blinding hope, I head butted the man next to me.
"Fucking shit!" He yelled in pain. The blond held his head while the other punched my stomach. "Put him in." I struggled the best I could against the pale man. He wrapped his arms around me and hauled me inside the cage like I was nothing. The blond swore under his breath, touching his head every now and then to see if there is any blood.
I felt the cold metal of the movable prison against my naked body while the pair talked around me. Locking it, hopes dwindled. I didn't have much. But the promise to live, to go through another day, another hour, another minute, another second to live. Even through this hell.
With no sense of time, I laid there in my cage like an exhausted animal. I watched the cream colored walls pass by and the feet of the two men move, one behind and one in front. More feet passed, some scuffled away, some stood there and then went back to doing their business. I closed my eyes.
Thun. Thun. There was an echo now to the wheels of the cage, pushing it on uneven ground.
I swallowed and moved my head to give my attention to the mass of people which enshrouded the stage. Men and women looked at me, some directed their hands to touch my body. Growling, I met their eyes and they shied away. They whispered to each other, holding a bicolored panel in their hand.
"Get him on the stage!" My body froze from the voice that I have heard over and over again. Sir Flause, the head of the organization that kept me captive for so long. A fire burned in my stomach while I held still. I took a good look around to see the darkness of the area and lack of sunlight. I was in an underground section. The stalagmites moved above all. Some shimmering from the water on them as the candles reflected. The area looked immaculate in a depressing way. Candles were strewn about and prestige looking people surrounded the stage. Their ferocious and hungry eyes examined each angle of my body the best that they could.
Once again, the people's voices sounded like a buzz in my ears. Their heads moved from side to side in disorder, their mouths moving in anarchy. Their words came void to my ears while I watched from my cage in anticipation.
"Another fine specimen. A male hybrid. Black and white wings, midnight black hair, mesmerizing blue eyes. Malnourished and disobedient from I know. Perfect for decoration of any sort. Untouched in many ways. Sold in parts or whole, the bidder decides! Starting at twenty-five hundred!" The man bellowed out to the crowd, the number rising higher and higher. The bellowing man was round like a ball, ready to kick. His stomach jiggled while he shouted, stroking and twisting his mustache.
Letting out a blood-curdling scream, I cried out to whatever god there may be and asked him. I begged him to stop them. Mercy upon me is all I ask. Bartering for my own life, my head hung in shame. I waited for what seemed like forever as the auction went on.
"HALT!"
Looking up again, military looking men encompassed the entire place. Some defying gravity and hanging from the ceiling by wires. People were screaming, trying to get away. The fat auctioneer's eyes bugged out in horror. He dropped the microphone and scuttling away from his post. Everyone was running away from me, the officers, the people who came out of nowhere.
"Thank you." My neck strained while I tried to get a better look around. Whoever above, I gave my praise. The fat and jiggly man beaten, down and cuffed, another woman manhandled. In an odd way, I was happy to see them in so much fear.
"Damn it, we don't have the key." A bushy-browed man looked down at me, his eyes were a beautiful blue. Giving me a small smile, he knelt down and looked at me with kindness. "You're going to be all right." The cage moaned, the metal chopped into pieces at the top. "Hanji! What are you doing?!"
"It's made of a weaker metal. If our swords can cut through Titans, it should be able to cut through this." I couldn't see Hanji very while she sawed away, bending the metal the best she could with her hands.
Blood dripped from outside the hole, the two set of hands helping each other while I watched their labor. Hanji hissed in pain, Erwin kept silent but it was obvious that the cuts would leave scars. I didn't want them to let me out, it didn't feel right. Like a child, the bushy brow man leaned over to wrap his arms around me. Lifting me out and sat me down next to the new opening of the cage. "He isn't speaking Erwin..." The female looked at me, walking around me. Her eyes devoured every protruding bone to the hollowness of my stomach.
The sounds around me didn't faze my stoic face while 'Erwin' untied my hands from behind my back. I wrung my wrists and looked at them. "From what he went through, I don't blame him." Hanji nodded her head towards Erwin before picking me up.
"He's so skinny..." She trailed off, hopping off of the stage. "I'll take care of him, you go Cap'n." Hanji smiled at Erwin, giving a flirtatious wink. Erwin shook his head and walked away, giving orders and going off with a squad of people. Hanji kept her arms around me in a protective manner. "You are safe now, don't worry."
I bowed my head, leaning it against her somewhat flat chest. Every breath she made, every time her heart pumped, the blood flowing, I could hear it all. Hanji sat me down and knelt next to me, scrounging around her jacket before taking out a quarter of a loaf of bread. She handed over to me and I devoured it in an instant.
"Don't eat it too fast, kiddo. Good thing I saved this, huh?" Hanji's laughter rang in my ears while she took out another quarter of bread. "Don't eat it so fast, you might get sick." She gave me half of the piece, handing it to me before examining the area once again. "Can you stand?"
I looked into her deep brown eyes, past the square glasses strapped to her head, and got up. "Woah there." Hanji chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. Her oily and unkempt hair were in a ponytail with bangs framing her face. "This will be much easier, come on."
With a light grunt, Hanji carried me once again. I wrapped my legs around her waist and put my head on her shoulder. I am most definitely a child in this position. While she carried me, I watched the scene unfold as I watched from over her shoulder. Blood spilled once again. Women screaming while some men fought for what seemed like their lives. Refusing to give into the military men. "
Give the merchandise back!" Shivering, I pushed myself away from Hanji a bit to see Flause. His eyes enraged, lips curled in a cruel snarl. He reminded me of large and feral dog. Hanji shifted my weight and kept her arms around me tight.
We both knew that this was not going to end so well.
"On the count of three, run." She whispered into my ear and pressed the last piece of bread into my hands, I noticed the knife tucked beneath it. Flause growled from his stance, taking out a large knife and brandishing it towards us.
"FUCK, RUN KID!" Hanji tossed me to the side and lunged at Flause, grabbing his wrists but he was too strong for her. "Run!" Getting to my feet, I grabbed the knife that slipped out of my hold along with the bread and ran.
"Go!" There was a loud thud and yells while my feet carried me through the corridors and tunnels. The screams echoed and the light was dimming. Before disappearing into the darkness, I took the last lamp that was on the wall and ventured forward.
It felt like the walls were closing in on me. I couldn't see anything in front of me but there had to be an exit if there was an entrance for people to come in. Stopping, I sat down to collect my bearings. My heart pounded in my ears while I leaned my back against the tunnel wall. There was no sound and I felt more and more enclosed. It was worse than being in a cage, it was almost like drowning.
"Argh!" A far off scream echoed in the tunnel I was in. Getting up, I took the knife and pointed it in a random direction. There was only darkness. Putting the knife and bread away, my feet moved me forward into the tunnel. It was like a maze with its zig-zagging and dead ends.
Whooooosh~
A draft, I never felt happier to feel a draft. My fingers trailed against the wall to give me some guidance. I walked in the direction of the draft, only to see a staircase. They had stones and at the top, there seemed to be some light. It was better than nothing. I moved forward and licked my chapped lips. The screams from before echoing once again from the darkness behind me. It was scary how inhuman they sounded. Glancing back, my bare feet made stripping noises against the steps. Feeling the skin on my feet peeling off, then gluing back on. At this point, there was an emptiness in my stomach. Is Hanji okay? What happened to Erwin? What are those screams?
Lost in my own thoughts, I felt the wind picking up once again and rush to the trap door ahead of me. It shuttered against the lock-latch. I couldn't help but notice the light that was on the other side, that seeped through the cracks and glowed.
