And here is chapter 2 of my attack on titan fanfic! I really hope I can type this today because seeing how long the last chapter was, I don't know. Three thousand words don't seem like much but it definitely does when you're typing the dam thing, haha. Well please check out my other stories and PLEASE REVIEW THIS STORY! Tell your friends to read it if they like fanfiction and I know they will like it. Lastly, thank you for reading! I wouldn't write it if it weren't for you guys! Okay, here goes chapter 2.

Ch. 2

Everyone that had survived the Shiganshina attack was now under the protection of wall rose. The wall was crowded now with all of the survivors here. We barely had enough food for ourselves and now we have to feed another thousand people. The town has been handing out food rations at the warehouse and the people are really desperate. Luckily, Dad was smart enough to prepare for this kind of situation and saved a year's worth of food.

When we got home, it was quiet. The sound of my mother's voice was no more and her smile was gone. The only sound you could hear was the door locking. My Dad walked over to the table and put his hands in his face. I stared at him for a good long minute before I ran to my room and shut the door. I just sat there, against the door, and lay on my side. I brought my knees close to my face and the tears began to flow again. I wasn't the tough girl Dad had raised. I was weak and a coward. It was my fault that Mom died because I was too slow and careless. If it weren't for me, she'd still be here by now.

I slept on the floor that night. Not bothering to get in my bed. My tears drifted me off to sleep and my head fell against the door. I woke up to the sound of thunder and rain. I fluttered my puffy eyes open and sat up. I looked out the window to see a wet depressing state of day. Even the weather was mourning for us…..I went into my bathroom and washed my face. I looked up to see a weak blond-haired girl with green eyes. I stared at her and she stared at me. I wanted to hurt her for what she did. She didn't deserve to live while Mother was dead.

"Go to hell!"

I yelled as I punched the mirror. It not even making a shatter, but leaving a blood stain from my knuckles. My father didn't bother coming in, he was feeling the same thing. I held my right fist and continued punching the same spot with anger. I yelped in pain after each punch but couldn't stop myself from doing so. The mirror cracked a little and I stopped. Just a little crack would destroy the girl in the mirror, I was sure of it. But she never left my eyes. I walked over to my bed and rubbed my bloody knuckles as rain poured onto the roof. My father came in with a serious look and said,

"Robina, we're going to start our training."

I looked at him with anger and nodded. I got up from the bed and went into the living room, my Dad closely behind.

"We're going to turn you into a Titan's worst nightmare! Now before we start training, I will warn you that it's going to be hard work. The pain is going to hurt and the bags under your eyes may become too heavy. But we made a promise, a promise to your Mom, that we would stay alive. No matter what happens, we will live on and fight every last titan!"

His words sunk in and a fire burned in my chest. The words spoke to me like God's words in a church. Everything he said was true and we did make a promise. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and looked at him with the most serious look I've ever had,

"I'm ready!"

The streets were filled with desperate hungry people. Children cried in the dark corners of the city. People were fighting over a loaf of bread and it sickened me. We were on our way to the training grounds. My father had become the head instructor of the 104th Trainees squad but that was a year away from now. Enough time to toughen me up and become the soldier deep within I know I can be.

We reached the empty ground and my father but a block of wood in front of me.

"Now you're going to toughen your fist and punch through this block of wood. It doesn't matter how many days it takes because we have a year. Now, one technique you can use is the three inch punch."

He put his fingers together and put the tip of them on the wood. He breathed out slowly and then punched the wood in the center. I gasped as his hand went through the wood almost instantly. He put up a new board and looked at me,

"I've trained my fist so hard that I don't have to use the three inch punch technique anymore. I can just do this."

He punched the board at lightning speed and it broke in half.

"Now you're going to train your fist until you can do that. It's GOING to hurt the first…hundred times. But remember to never give up. If you have that set in your head, you can never lose."

I nodded and he stepped aside for me. I put the tips of my fingers on the center of the wood and punched it. I knew it would hurt, but I didn't think It would hurt that much! I punched again, and the tingling in my knuckles vibrated. I punched again, the punch leaving blood this time. I scrunched my face up in pain but kept punching. The blood was dripping down the board now and my father just stared at me. I stopped after about 15th punch and he yelled,

"Keep punching! Never give up!"

I nodded and continued punching. The pain became unbearable after the first hour and my father noticed.

"Okay, we're going to take a five minute break before we continue."

I collapsed to the ground holding my knuckles. Tears began to form in my eyes but I held them back. I couldn't be weak at a time like this! I stood up after about two minutes and continued punching. My father looked at me with wide eyes but smirked.

"Atta girl! Keep punching!"

And I kept punching, every day, every week. I would even dream about punching that damn block of wood. After about 4 weeks, the pain started to go away. Each punch was easier and faster. And at the end of that month, I had finally conquered that block of wood. I smirked and raised my bloody fist in the air. My dad gave me a pat on the back but then put up another board.

"Punch it again!"

I nodded and punched the block of wood. It started to crack after about the 20th punch and it gave me a new hope of victory. I blasted a hole through the second one with the 30th punch. He board up another board,

"Again!"

This time it only took fifteen punches. Then, ten on the next one. It was as if I had iron knuckles and the wood was just a pillow. I punched the fifth block of wood after five tries and he smirked.

"Alright Robina, if you can show me that you can blow a hole through this last block of wood in one punch, you will be finished with your fist training."

My eyes lit up and I nodded excitingly. He put the block of wood in place and I took my stance. I breathed in and out slowly, focusing on the center of the wood. I brought my fist back and screamed in action. My fist went through the block at lightning speed and I almost fell over with my arm stuck on the other side. My Dad just chuckled and helped me out of the hole.

"You see! You never gave up and now you can punch like a Titan! But the training is not over yet, far from it, actually."

I smirked at him,

"What's next!?"

"Gun control."

I stared at him for a second with a questioning look. He laughed and yanked me to a round of targets.

"As you know, a Titan will die if you slice the back of its neck. However, what most people don't know is that you can also shoot them there too. But the thing is, you have to have perfect aim for it to work. If you miss, you're dead!"

I gulped as he handed me a pistol.

"Now you're going to shoot that target until you get in the bull-zye. It may take weeks like the fist training did."

I nodded and gripped the gun in my hand. I focused my eyes down the barrow and stood still for a moment. The center was in my line of sight and I exhaled before shooting. The gun had little force so I stayed in placed. My blurry vision cleared to see that I had hit the bull-zye on my first try. My father's eyes widened and he rubbed them vigorously. He looked at it and then back at me.

"Do that again."

I nodded and went to the second target. I shot the gun and it hit the same spot as the first target. My Dad couldn't believe his eyes. His daughter had gotten two bull-zye's in a row, on her first try. The pure admiration for me made a tear well up in his eyes. But him being my father, he just sucked it back up. He took the pistol and gave me sniper rifle,

"Now, let's see if you can shoot straight with that."

The gun was kind of heavy in my hands but I could take it. I aimed through the scope and shot it. The force bringing me back a little bit because of my size. The bullet, of course, hit the center. I smirked and gave my Dad the rifle,

"Anything else you got?"

He shook his head and checked off 'gun training.'

We had our lunch that day and got back to training.

"Alright Robina, you have the fist and the guns right, but you also need stamina."

I lowered my head to the ground. Great, now he's going to make me run a freaking mile…

"I want you to run a mile for me, right now."

I sighed and started running. After about two laps, my breathing grew heavy and my legs ached. I finished the mile in twelve minutes. He shook his head,

"Not good enough…You know what's really fun to do with stamina?"

I shook my head slowly and cursed inside my thoughts.

"Suicides!"

My eyes went wide and I swore under my breath. He smiled and told me to do about ten suicides. Once I was done, I fell to the ground, my chest rising heavily. Sweat poured down from my face and my lungs burned. He bent over and blocked the sun from my eyes,

"Are you giving up, Ms. Shadis?"

My eyes shot open and I stood up quickly,

"Hell no!"

He smirked and twirled his fingers, which meant, run a mile. I ran the mile with everything I had and got it in ten minutes. He nodded in improvement,

"Better. But you can do better."

I nodded and started running again. I suddenly stopped when I hand grabbed my shirt,

"That's enough for today, Robina. Let's go home and eat a warm dinner made by me!"

I was relieved to hear that we were done. But eating my Dad's cooking was like sickness training in itself. We made it home and I sat down at the table. My father set a plate down and I looked at it. It was something I couldn't identify. It was brown, but white at the same time. I tilted my head at him,

"What is this?"

He smiled,

"It's a surprise."

I stared at him, suspiciously, as I picked up my fork. I slowly brought it down on my plate and scooped up a piece of the unknown substance. I put it in my face and tasted it. I slapped my hands over my mouth as I ran to the bathroom.

"Holy shit!"

I could hear my Dad's laughter as I threw up my lunch. I collapsed beside the toilet and panted. I dragged myself back to the kitchen and back to the table. I sighed and looked down at my plate. It had a leg of chicken on it and white rice. I looked at him with a sparkle in my eyes.

"You deserve it, kiddo!"

I pumped my fist up in the air and ate the long-awaited dinner.

The next few months weren't a walk in the park though. The training was a four-step program. The third stage was how to deal with pain. This was the hardest part for my father and I. Mostly because he had to beat his daughter until she could take it, no problem. I had bruises and cuts everywhere. But he never hit me in the face. He said it was too pretty to hurt because it looked like my mother. But that did not stop him from hurting everywhere else. I always told myself that he was doing it for my own good. I never cried once but you better believe I wanted too. At about this point, my chest started to develop with breast at an early age. So he didn't want to give me breast cancer or anything. My looks started to toughen up, but not in a 'tomboy' kind of way. You could say I was the prettiest girl in wall rose at the time. My father was proud and so was I.

After eight months, I had finished three stages of the training program. This would usually take a normal person a few years to complete. But I wasn't normal, I was special. I could punch through a block of wood, shoot my target without ever missing, and endure pain like a champ. My father couldn't believe that I had grown in such little time. But the death of my mother toughened me up. I was 11, but acted 14.

The last part of my training was balance and swordplay. I had to master the art of the sword and learn how to use the 3D maneuvering. He lifted me up in this belt that had wires connected to the top. I stayed my balance and sat still. My father nodded and lifted me up higher. The height increased the difficulty of balancing the wires. For a second, I thought I would almost fall but I barely kept my balance. I was a rowdy one, but I knew to stay still when I needed to. He lowered me and checked off balance. He then handed me a sword.

"Alright, now you're going to learn how to use a sword. You will be using the 3D equipment, while you slash at hanging dummies. You're not going to get it the first time for sure. This is not guns, this is swords. Now let's go!"

I nodded and put on my equipment. I swung through the air with a little difficulty at first. But I quickly got used to it and flew through the air with ease. The dummies swung down from the trees and I missed the first few. My anger began to build up but I kept control. I had finally hit the 7th target but not in the center. I landed and my Dad patted my back.

"I think your better at using guns, honey."

I laughed and nodded.

"I still need training in swords but I know I will master it eventually!"

"Indeed. Now you're going to help the new trainees right? They are going to really hate me and they need a sweet girl to lean on."

I shook my head at him,

"Nah. I will help them but I'm still going to act serious, hehe."

"That's fine with me. Now if anybody bullies you, I want you to shoot them, okay."

I smirked and nodded. My Dad just gave me a license to kill, haha. But I'm sure I'm not going to shoot anybody. But I will act like a total bitch to them because I can punch through a fucking wall, bitches! I can't wait for those trainees!

A whole year had passed by and I was a war machine, just waiting for the Titans to arrive. The trainees had arrived and all stood in rows. Each one had a brown jacket that had the crest of wall rose on it. Each had a serious look and I admired them for that. But they were in for years of sweat, pain, and blood. I laughed under my breath as I leaned on the wall behind my Dad.

"Straighten those spines, piss-ants! The 104th cadet boot camp starts now! All me to introduce myself! I'm commodore Keith Shadis and you will grow to hate me! Training is going to be a white-knuckle ride through hell! If I've done my job, you'll be waking up in cold sweat from memories of this place, every night for the rest of your miserable lives! Right now, you nothing, livestock! But over the next three soul-crushing years, you'll learn to take down your own goliath! Remember this moment when you come face to face with them! Because here's where you ask yourself, Am I a fighter!? Or am I feed!? Am I going to be ground up to pulpy human flesh between boulder-sized insiders!? Or am I gonna be the one to bite!?"

I smirked at my father's speech and looked into the crowd of cadets.

"I wonder if Eren, Armin, and Mikasa are in that crowd,"

I whispered to myself.

Phew! That's the end of chapter 2. My fingers f-ing hurt! Robina is so badass! But yeah this one was a lot about the training and crap that she has to do. But the next chapter will get into the romance part of the story. Soooooo yeah that's all I have to say. PLEASE REVIEW AND THANK YOU FOR READING!