Chapter 2

I swipe away the tears that are rolling down my cheeks, stupid Marco. Stupid Jean. Stupid Eren. Stupid titans. I hate crying, I haven't cried since Ryan- no. I can't think about that. I refuse. I promised myself, I promised Ryan I wouldn't do that. That I wouldn't revisit his death. That I wouldn't think about it. I promised. Just like I promised to kill the titan that killed him. Just like I promised to join the Surrey Corps, just like him. Thinking of Ryan though, brings back that familiar freezing feeling my stomach, the way I find it hard to breath. The way my heart hurts with each beat, as if my heart is truly broken.

"Are you alright?" asks as voice from behind me. I jump up, I'd expect Marco to come after me, the way he always had, but this wasn't Marco.

"I'm fine." I say, standing up, and keeping my face low. Whoever this is, is obviously taking pity on me. I don't need anyone's pity.

"You seemed a bit upset inside. Your friend was going to come after you, but I thought you would want someone else out here."

"I don't want anyone out here. Besides, I don't even know your name." I say, as I watch the tall boy take a seat beside where I'm standing. I realize now, that it's that boy from earlier, the one who helped me when I'd fell on him.

"My name is Bertolt Hoover, and you are?" he asks, I frown

"Robin, Robin Evans."

"So."

"So."

"Is it hard?"

"Is what hard?"

"Is it hard being that short?" he asks, a slight smile gracing his lips. I growl

"I don't know is it hard being so tall?"

"Touché."

"Whatever." I say, rolling my eyes at him. We sit (or in my case stand) in silence for a bit. Him quietly observing the sky, and me glaring holes into his face.

"I know you want to ask." I finally say, he looks at me, his eyes meeting mine.

"I do. But do you want me to know?"

"No."

"So I won't ask."

"Good."

"But maybe, one day you'll tell me." At that I laugh

"I doubt it, there's only one person in the whole world besides me who knows the whole story and he's sworn to secrecy."

"Well maybe you'll let someone else know."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fair enough."

"Whatever." I scoff, but sit down next to him, enjoying the night sky.

- TIME SKIP-

I can't believe I ever wanted to be here. I mentally scoff as I pant my way through another lap. I've been with the 104th training squad for nearly two months and most of it has been exhausting. Physically, mentally, to the point that for the first time in five years I haven't had the recurring nightmare about Ryan. I shudder just thinking about it.

Of course I've had some fun, made some friends, so it's not all bad. In fact, the only reason I'm currently running these laps are as a result of some of the "fun" the other trainees and I were having.

It is an obvious no-brainer that Sasha and Connie have the biggest appetites. So it was someone's lovely idea to put the two in a head-to-head competition to see who could eat the most. Personally I had my money on Sasha, who as of right now was in the lead. Connie on the other hand, was starting to look a little green.

"Go Sasha!" screeched half the trainees while the other half, hung their heads. Whoever lost the bet (and the game) would be on dish duty for a week. Perhaps, all the shouting was what gave us away. The Commander barged into the mess hall, his eyes searching all of our faces which were frozen in shock. Even Connie and Sasha stopped moving, Sasha being in the middle of swallowing, and Connie looking like a chipmunk with his food filled cheeks.

"Would someone please explain to me, what exactly is going on here?" the Commander said, his voice low, and dangerous. Jean stepped forward, saluting the Commander he said

"Connie and Sasha were engaged in an eating competition sir, and we were watching." The Commander's eyes widened,

"An eating competition?" he asks, his voice rising slightly. My heart sank, this couldn't be good. "All of you outside, NOW! You're running laps until sundown! If anyone can't make it that long, then someone else will have to carry you! AM I UDNERSTOOD?" The entire regiment saluted

"YES SIR!" we called and off we had gone.

That was two hours ago. We had probably another hour of sunlight left, and I was not going to make it that long. In fact, I silently doubted that I would be able to finish this lap. My entire body seemed to scream at me to stop, and it didn't hurt that my vision was swimming in and out of focus.

"Robin? Are you alright?" at first I thought it was Marco, but it was actually Armin.

"Define okay."

"You're really not looking to good."

"Thanks. I chalk it up to a healthy lack of food, water and sleep."

"Ha-ha very funny. Do you want me to..." he trails off?

"Carry me?"

"Yes?"

"We're practically the same size. I doubt you'd be able to lift me up."

"You're smaller than I am."

"Besides how much longer are you going to last?" Armin's face flushes, as he continues to walk beside me.

"I'll carry her." Says a voice behind me, and again to my rescue is the "gentle giant" Bertolt.

"I'm fine!" I protest as he scoops me up and places me over his shoulder.

"It's not a problem."

"It is for me!"

"Because of your pride?"

"Shut up! Just put me down!"

"Why so you can pass out later from exhaustion?"

"I'll be fine!"

"No you won't."

"You're a jerk!" I scream as I pound his back with my small fists. I can hear someone laughing at the two of us. I look up, to see Reiner a bit behind us, laughing at my position. I glare at me, and try to wiggle out of Bertolt's grasp.

"Do you want to fall?"

"No."

"Then stop wiggling."

"Just put me down!"

"You're going to get hurt. Besides, the Commander said- "

"Who are you now? Marco?"

"What? No."

"Then just put me down!" I screech, as I begin my assault against his again with renewed vigor. Someone else is laughing at us now, I look up again this time to see Marco and Jean laughing.

"YOU TWO ARE BETRAYERS! I SHUN YOU BOTH!" I yell enraged at how I must look. The poor little girl, the one who looks more like a child then an actual near adult.

"You look like a child fighting a bath." Jean laughs, I squirm in Bertolt's grasp again, but to no avail. I sigh, resigning myself to look like an idiot.

I really hate tall people.

Author's note!

YAY! Chapter 2 is DONE!

I know this chapter is kind of weird, but I just wanted to write something fun. I think everyone was a bit oc-ish V.v I'm sorry! But if you liked it please comment! It really means a lot to me!

Lots of love for my cupcake vampires!

-ScaryAry