Not my duty to play a fucking saint when I definitely wasn’t one. It was troublesome enough to keep myself alive. Many children in the Underground City were dying on a daily basis, I shouldn’t have been bothered by this kid, or any other. She will probably die, and that wasn’t my concern. I turned my head away, back to minding my own business. Like she was looking at me, but through me. Those were some sad, tired eyes, the red around them suggested that she was recently crying, but not anymore. Then, her dark, brown eyes turned to face me, and kept staring at me. She saw the knife in my hand, saw bread in another one. It was full of holes, and if I was cold, I could only imagine how she must have felt at that time. Her face was dirty, and she was wearing a sad excuse for a dress. She was on the verge of dying, and probably didn’t have water for days. She removed her rug from her face and revealed herself to me. A very small, pale, and a very young girl, no bigger than a wooden box I was sitting next to. It took me a second to realize it was a girl. It turned out to have two big, dark brown eyes and a bunch of a long, black, hair. But the movement came from a pile of rugs, placed on the ground. Ready to tear through skin, and let the crimson liquid flow if necessary. I heard a movement and my knife was already unwrapped and prepared in my arm. I unwrapped the bread and tore a piece, putting it in my mouth. I spread the piece of an old rug (that served as my cloak) on the floor, and sat next to the pile of wooden boxes. That’s why everyone avoided it, and why it was perfect for me. There was a corner where the two buildings met… and many people died in that passage. I stopped in one of the abandoned alleys of the district. The famine, and the death rate spread proportionally, and advanced faster that anyone would imagine. The food was extremely appreciated in the Underground City for more than one obvious reason. I knew I could take them, but didn’t want additional amount of blood on my hands. I didn’t particularly enjoy that, but it had to be done.Īnyway… I was walking, drowned in darkness and shadows, pressing a loaf of bread against my chest and being cautious along the way – the bullies of the Underground would kill for less, yet alone for the loaf of fresh bread. Those who dared to be brave and make a move against me learned their lesson the harder way. Training with Kenny definitely had its benefits, and all the hard work paid off. Quite the reputation for a young teen, I’d say… I barely turned thirteen, and bunch of older criminals already avoided crossing paths with me. I was beginning to become somewhat famous in the districts, not because I wanted to, but because I was really good in stealing things, defying authorities, and killing people. She became one of those good things, though I never intended her to be. Bad things majorly overpowered good ones, but those good things and good people around me kept me fighting… kept me going forward in that rotten Hellhole I was living in. I didn’t have many good things to bind me to that ruined, abandoned and long-forgotten City I used to call ‘home’. I hated living so deep under the ground, when I knew there was so much more on the surface. The stench in my nostrils and the damned layers of dirt on every step I took only reminded me how much I hated being part of this filthy Hell. My whole body felt very cold, and I hated it. It was cold even when I was constantly on the move, doing things that I never wanted to do, and meeting with people I never wanted to have any connection with in the first place. The air in my lungs felt staled, dry, filled with dust. I was roaming the streets of the Underground City, hiding the knife in a piece of a white cloth. LANCE CORPORAL - QUEEN OF SPADES – Levi x OC 1 - Levi x OC (Ezra Schwarz)īy galateabellator, Feb 20, 2015, 3:32:34 PM Shingeki no Kyojin, Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 12,733 Chapters: 5/15 Comments: 4 Kudos: 37 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 752 Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Titan Character(s).
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