Hello, chapter 3 here! Yay! So, this might go head first in the Trost arc...I'm pretty sure. These are my first few sentences I'm writing for the chapter :/. Well...I guess...Enjoy? Yeah...Enjoy...*clears throat* Fine...I don't care if you enjoy or don't! Just...try to enjoy I guess... (So not sorry)
Plz,
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Michael woke up with a start, and looked around him. He was in the room that all the Cadets that made top ten stayed in to sleep for the night. He still wasn't surprised he was first. It was like swatting a fly, with a giant light piece of wood. He got up, and grabbed his black hoodie, and put on some black pants. He smiled, because he had used his past money to buy some supplies, and put them together to make these clothes. He walked out, and mindlessly slammed the door, which woke Mikasa up from her bed. She saw Michael walk out, and she decided to follow him by curiosity. She got up, put some clothes on, and walked out without putting her red scarf on.
She walked around the place, and looked down a path. It was only early in the morning, but she could make out a dark black figure in the distance. There were no buildings near the figure, and it was big. It looked like a fifteen meter titan, and it looked at Mikasa, as she started shuffling closer. Mikasa looked shocked, as the death glare was...unnerving and demonic. Then it climbed over the wall. She ran towards where the figure was standing before, and she heard footsteps behind her. "Mikasa," she heard, and she instantly knew it was Michael's old grim, cold voice. It had changed back. She looked behind her, and she found he had his red eyes back. "What are you doing out here," He continued, "At this time?" Mikasa tried to find an excuse.
"I was getting worried about you," Mikasa lied, "So I decided to look for you." He looked extremely calm, that - in fact - it was disturbing and abnormal.
"I was training," Michael replied, "Near the trees down the east. I put a note on your scarf...Oh...You aren't wearing it. You should, it's cold." He starting walking back to the bunks, without looking over his shoulder. He silently sighed. Something clicked in his hand, as he reached in the pockets of his hoodie. He suddenly stopped his hand, and examined it grimly, and heard Mikasa following him. He smiled. He lied about joining the Survey Corps. Anyway, even if he wanted to go outside the walls, he could do it on his own. He suddenly dropped his smile. But...
Later That Morning...
Crack!
"What the fuck," Michael whispered, so others wouldn't hear, "Oh...Him..." That was the first few sentences that Michael uttered under his breath, after the Colossal Titan appeared. Michael, Mikasa, Armin and some others were carrying some supplies to the other side of Trost District, until the crack of lightning happened. He dropped his supplies, and grappled towards HQ quickly, and Mikasa and Armin followed. He was faster than Mikasa and Armin, as he had one of the most perfect angles to position yourself with. It stresses his body out a lot, spreading strength around his body, but it takes his mind off permanent dark thoughts and secrets.
As Michael knew Jean and Eren fighting again. He couldn't see it, hear it, or even use his senses to know it, but he knew it. He knew they were fighting again. It was his instincts in use. But they weren't the positive kind. He looked over his shoulder, to see Eren there, pushing Jean towards a pillar, and Mikasa watching on and trying to think of a way to break them up. Michael sighed miserably. They won't learn. He silently walked over, unnoticed by anyone, and unsheathed one of his two swords that he carefully made longer. Instead of being 50 cm like they had given him, he made it 75 cm so it was possible to cut a titan head off it's body. He swung his sword, in between the two, and stopped, so it carefully rested on Eren's hands.
"It's not bloody worth it," He said softly, "And I'm getting more impatient with every new battle. Focus on now. These-" He hesitated for a moment "-Beasts, are trying to murder us, and devour us for fucking fun. Do you want that?" Eren let go of Jean slowly, looking at Michael with hatred. Michael looked back like he was talking to a worthless child. That's all Michael thought of everyone. People with no knowledge of the past. Michael did have knowledge of the past. One word, he would tell people. Books. They were one half of the knowledge he had. The other half was a mystery. He swung his sword back in it's holster, and walked off. Jean walked to his squad.
"What happened to you," Eren said, "That made you so disciplined?" Michael stopped, and examined one of his blades. He then looked over his shoulder at Eren.
"You see," Michael said, his eyes flaring an extreme red, "Look at it like this - 'I was thrown in darkness, so I became the darkness I am now. Nobody can turn that back, because it is permanent.' Don't become me, Eren. Trust me, it's a lot to handle having you know everyone else in the world is worthless, and way inferior to you -" Eren tensed in rage, being one of the 'worthless Michael was referring to, "- And having everyone hate you for trying your best. You see -" Michael quickly threw the blade at lightning speed towards Eren, and he deliberately made it inches from his head, and it hit the pillar behind him, "- I know you want to desperately become me. I wouldn't want to. I am not who you would expect in the inside. I'm not you..." He turned his whole back on the trio, and continued walking away. Eren still was angry and startled, that he would dare throw a blade at his head. It could've hit him. And what are his intentions for joining the Cadets? He tried to shrug it off, as Mikasa walked towards her squad. She didn't expect that to happen.
"Abnormal," Michael yelled, as they chased an abnormal to the north gate, where the civilians were supposed to evacuate. Michael gestured for Mikasa to hit the nape, and Michael noticed that no-one was evacuating. He grunted, as he zoomed past Mikasa, towards the gate. He landed in front of the crowd, with a crouched stance. He looked up, and starting walking towards the merchant. He tripped his two 'guards', and they both came in contact with the ground. He threw two blades at the merchant, and flashed his sword at the merchant. He didn't need talking. His sword came down like lightning, and started resting on the mans neck. "I'm just going to make this clear," He whispered, staring into the man's eyes deeply, "I have killed many people in the past, and another one can't hurt, right? Well, please move this fucking cart out of the way, please?" The man nodded slowly but slightly. Michael nodded his head, and walked away. Mikasa was amazed. Well, he did look scary with his scar. It suits him, and it shows he means business.
Mikasa and Michael grappled on top of the roof, where the Squad Leader was, and started walking off the roof, towards where the front vanguard was. He grappled towards the roof where they were sitting, and was about to pass Reiner, Marco, Bertholt and Annie, when he slowed down, and whispered something as he passed Annie. She was the only one who heard, and she nodded, and the corners of her mouth smiled, but it didn't last long, as they shared a high-five. He then looked at HQ for the first time on this side, and it was hard to see HQ, because it was swarmed with so many titans. Then shit hit the fan, when Mikasa arrived and asked where Eren was, to an extremely sad Armin. Armin said Eren was dead. Mikasa then just wanted to be distracted from her sadness, and she let everyone to their deaths.
As everyone followed her to try and retake HQ, Mikasa used too much gas, and she fell onto a building then started falling onto ground. Michael yelled at the others to continue and persist, as he misjudged his landing, and his legs clipped off from the roof, and he lost his shin and lower. He started falling too, and just had time to land beneath Mikasa, to try and reduce the damage that it'll cause to her, because she was going to hit stone. Michael came in contact with the stone first, and he was paralyzed for a moment, and blacked out. She fell off of him, and he was left looking at the sky hopelessly. Then the pain hit him, and he yelled in agony. It was like he was on fire.
He then saw Mikasa leaning over him, in shock. She couldn't believe it, and Michael couldn't speak. The pain was too much. She never thought that a person so cruel and evil, saved her from more harm, even when he was in more danger. Then a fat fifteen meter titan appeared, walking ever so slowly towards them. Then another fifteen meter titan appeared, and Michael tilted his head to look at the fit one. A smile crept upon his face. He knew that at least one person was not worthless anymore. But then, a slightly bigger titan jumped over the fit titan, and over Mikasa and Michael to hit the other titan head-on, with it's arm. It landed next to the titan, and smashed the nape off of the titan with one swipe of it's hand. It looked like a new class of titan. A twenty one meter, it looked like. It growled, and steam flew out of it's mouth. Then something horrible appeared, as it turned to look at the fit titan. It had the exact same scar on it's left eye, and another deep scar at the left side of it's chest. Michael slowly looked at Mikasa, and she looked at him. "Mikasa," He whispered, as trickles of blood escaped his mouth, "Take care of Eren..." Then Michael's head drooped back and fell unconscious, with his eyes turning a grim, dark black, as he left Mikasa temporarily...
