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~Flashback~
"Mom I'm home!" a small girl about 10 years old jumped into the welcome arms of her mother. The warmth surrounded her as the woman picked her daughter up and walked into a small house. The mother kissed her cheek before setting the (h/c) haired girl, her (e/c) orbs shining brightly.

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I have the firewood and I picked some berries on the way back." you beamed, proud of yourself for what you accomplished. What can I say, 10 year olds are very proud. Besides the fact that delicacies like these were very rare and you were lucky enough to find any.

You held out a basket of small, red berries after setting down the wood carefully by a fireplace.

"Did you now? Are you sure they're not poison?" your mother smiled as she took the handmade basket and placing it on the counter.

"Of course I'm sure. I fed one to a little squirrel, all it did was foam at the mouth and fall over. He was sleeping."

Again, your mother smiled warmly, secretly dumping the berries out. Seeing what little you two had, you always kept a smile on your face. The pain gnawing at your insides that things may never get better. That things will only get worse. That everything will soon burn to the ground. That no matter how hard you try, the only place that humans would belong, is in a titans stomach. And the only way to prevent that just a little longer is to stay behind the walls. It may seem like a good idea since it's a sign of security but once you think about it, no human should stay in a cage all their life. Not able to leave or see the outside world. Now, if you even take one mere step outside, you're titan food.

Of course no one wants that so they have no choice but to submit to the Military Police's orders. But in the end, the titans win either way. No matter how many expeditions they go on. No matter how many titans are killed. No matter what.

The titans multiplied. Soldiers died. And they get no closer to their intimate goal. Still, despite not being able to save humanity, they don't stop trying. Young people flood in every three years later to be known as cadets, then dead, or extremely lucky to be alive and either drop out or continue fighting.

Despite being the ecstatic nine year old you were, deep inside you longed to be free. Your mother did too. Did either of you show it? No. Slaving around like nothing's wrong when no one can barely even find any food because of the food shortages. And you know what the government did? Round up innocent civilians, some volunteering some begging for their life. Pleading for mercy. Screaming and kicking, asking what they did wrong to deserve this. Any of this. The soldiers throw them out into the open. The place where you dream to be free. Only to find out those poor, innocent children and adults are fed to the man-eating titans. And to what? Get rid of people so the one's in Wall Sina can continue living how they always have? Rich and comfortable? While others starve to death, dying without purpose. Without a life. All in all, we were already dead. Dead souls, decomposing, waiting for the body to rot away with it.

In a way, you were somehow fascinated by the survey corps. Fascinated by how they never gave up. How strong they were. Well, some of them. The ones that didn't die were strong and respectable. Unlike your father. He was sacrificed by the scum they call the Military Police Brigade. They were probably even drunk while doing it. Even though you were only about 10, it didn't stop you from knowing how cruel most of the MPS was. Only caring about their positions and doing anything they can to keep the clearly undeserved high status. Even if it means killing innocent citizens. Preferably the poor ones in Wall Maria, the biggest yet poorest wall out of the three.

Did anyone care? Nope. Nah. Guess again. It wasn't that they have cold hearts (Cough cough Wall Sina I'm talking to you) or drunken soldiers (cough cough HANNES IM TALKIN TO YOU). In this world, it's every man for himself.

"F/N, I'm going out to the market for a bit," your mother says, throwing a few coins into her apron pocket. "I should be back around dinner."

You nod slowly before jumping down off the stool, a pile of dust rising up around your small feet. "Shouldn't I come with you? It's getting late and I don't want you going by yourself..." The sun had just begun to creep behind the towering shacks as a dark pink covered the sky.

"Well aren't you a dear, caring for your old mom like that" she teased while pinching your cheek.

"Mom, you're 27."

"Still getting older every minute," she sighed. "I suppose you could come with me."

You nod shortly and stray behind your mother like an obedient daughter.

"Mom what's for dinner tonight?"

"I don't know dear..." M/N's strained voice replied as she argued with the vendor in a tent.

"Please I'm begging you, this is all we have. I just need a few vegetables or something. Please!"

Your eyes trailed to the pissed off expression on the fat man. "Look lady, I don't take exceptions. You either have the money or you get out!"

"But we're starving!"

"I don't care lady! Piss off!"

You stood there thinking of what to do, should you punch him? No he's too fat... Should you get a nearby, probably drunk MP? Ehhh. Or should you steal something from the cart? Hmm... You decided to go with the fact to get an MP over to the slowly growing scene, it would only be right. You back away hesitantly before going full speed towards the nearest MP on patrol.

"Sir...?"

"What d'you want lil girl? I'm havin'a drink wif ma friends here!" a supposed MP slurred.

Yep. He's drunk.

Your gaze slid towards your mother, your expression growing more impatient by the second.

"I'll do anything, I have a child and I need to feed her she's getting thin. Too thin for a child, if she doesn't have proper than I've failed as a mother too her. I'll steal if I have too, but that wouldn't be a good example for her so we better figure something out you fat old man." M/N sneered quietly.

The man seemed a little surprised but quickly composed himself, a smile etching onto his ugly face. "Oh so your'e a feisty one, I like it,"

Your mother backed away a little, still keeping her posture straight. "Look, I can give you some food but you have to give me something in return." he said casually.

"What?"

"Hows about you lift you dress for me~?" he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard what I said," he paused as another smile creeping onto his face. "Do it or I'll convict you for stealing,"

"But I didn't-"

"Which is a crime almost punishable by death~ You wouldn't want to die on your precious little daughter, now would you?"

M/N looked over at you, meeting your poor, innocent eyes, you stared back silently pleading her not to do this. "No, I wouldn't..."

"That's right, now be a good little who-" he never got to finish his sentence as your mother socked him in the followed by a kick in the groin area. "I am NOT a whore and I am NOT going to strip for your dirty needs just to get some damn food. And in public! You burn in hell you fat cow!" Your mom spat into his face.

"Whatsa matter?" A MP stumbled over with a few others, a beer bottle resting in his hand.

"I was just protecting myself officer." she replied.

The MP closed his eyes and opened them again trying to comprehend what she had just said. Your mom reached behind her grabbing a few items, you didn't know what, soon grabbing your hand and running down the dirt paved road. "Run Y/N!"

You ran behind her, keeping up the pace pretty well. "Mom-"

"I know I know! Don't steal unless it's absolutely necessary. Especially when you're facing dicks like him!" M/N shot behind her back, ignoring the shouts of angry MPs chasing after the both of you.

"No mom I meant that! Watch out!" you pointed frantically to an MP who raised a medium sized rock, he aimed and threw it. The rock flew in slow motion, smacking your mother in the back of the head. She had a shocked expression on her face, fell on her knees, then her side. You screamed and kneeled down right beside her, not knowing what to do, after all you were only 10. 10! First you checked for a pulse.

She had one.

Barely.

"Mom... Mom wake up... Please..." you shook her lightly, watching as blood trickled down the back of her head. All she did was take a few

"Mom... You promised you wouldn't die on me... You're supposed to teach me how to d-deal with dicks like t-t-that guy at the s-stand!" You rarely ever cried so this was new, your brow creased, your nose started running, and water slid down your red cheeks. "M-mom? Please answer me... Don't die. Don't die on me." You stroked her pale cheek. Her eyes were barely open as she tried to sit up.

Bang. (Dramatic eh?)

Her body slumped back down, the sticky red substance now spreading on her blouse.

They shot her.

They. SHOT. her.

The laughs of MPs rung in the air as more salty water fell. You tried to see if she was still alive, you were almost too desperate now, your hand trailed to her neck. Your fingers rested there, only this time,

There wasn't a pulse.

Not a single beat. You didn't even get to say goodbye in her last dying moments. And she died with her blood on her hands.

"DAMN YOU!" This was your voice.

"Burn in hell you bastards!" You couldn't stop.

"And I'll make sure you do."

The so called 'soldiers' looked at each other afterwards and the one holding the pistol simply shrugged. "We can't afford anyone taking resources without paying. Besides, that's just one less cow to feed." You stared at the conversing men with tears streaming down your face. "Find some place to put that girl and clean the mess up. We don't want to make a scene."

Wow. That was a lot of words and onion cutting. What'd you guys think?¿ I promise the story will get better. Hopefully.

~Jay