Y/N's POV
The silence that had fallen across the courtroom on Y/N's entrance was almost tangible, and she wanted to scream, if simply to shatter the unbearable silence. The entire building seemed to be holding its breath, and it was quite unsettling. The eyes seemed to press down on her from all sides, appraising, criticizing, and judging. She knelt submissively as they tied the rope around her wrists, then to a pole, as to keep her in a kneeling position*. Y/N had to repress a smile at the ropes. They think that-

"Y/N L/N." A cold voice rang out across the courtroom, shattering the silence with something even worse. She wanted to turn away from the words, and she did so, if only little, shifting slightly.

"You have been called here on multiple charges of Murder, as well as Thievery, and Aggravated Assault of Officials." The man leaned over his notes, peering over his thick-lensed glasses. "Of course, that was only what we caught you doing."

Y/N grinned. "If you knew everything I've done, we'd be here for days. You'd probably let me go from boredom." The man glared at her, and Y/N glanced away, her eyes sliding across the rows of watchers until they found those of the Scouts- Caterpillar, Bubbly, Pyscho, Funeral. She wanted to smile, but their eyes made her shiver, something cold sliding down her front, as if someone had poured ice water down her shirt.

"We would like to ask for questions?" The man hesitated, looking pointedly away from Pysco.

"Yes!" Pyscho- Hanji- spoke, eyes bright, shining from behind her glasses. Y/N wanted to groan. Of all the people to speak up... "She's a certified psychotic killer, right?" Y/N sighed, leaning back against the pole, scratching at an itch where the jacket and shirt the guards had given grated against her skin. "I'd like to study her- you know, it might give me some leads on the motives of the Titans!" Hanji sounded genuinely excited to have a serial killer in her possession.

"Please, consider what you are saying." The white-bearded man sighed, looking tired and exasperated. Y/N had a feeling this was not the first time- nor the last- that Hanji would ask for something unreasonable. Y/N rubbed her wrists against the pole as Hanji and the judge had a staring- or rather glaring- contest. Eventually Levi tapped Hanji on the shoulder, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

"Aw, look, Hubby's making sure his bae doesn't hurt herself," Y/N sneered, and the two turned and all but screamed at her to die. "Come on, now, get down here and fight me." Y/N spread her hands wide, grinning.

It took longer than she would have preferred. Everyone stared at her, confused, knowing something was up without knowing what. Someone screamed as they realized it.

Y/N had spread her hands. The hands that were supposed to be tied to the pole behind her. It took a long, precious moment for anyone to react, but the Scouts were the first to move. Erwin ran to the stairs, clearing going for backup. Petri, Y/N thought her name was, followed. Hanji reached for her blades, then cursed as she realized she was not in uniform. But Levi vaulted over the railing, going straight for Y/N's neck.

What happened next would be something never forgotten. Y/N stood with the fluid grace of a dancer, the severed rope slipping off her hands, and darted towards Levi. Her first blow landed a tad higher than she would have liked, hitting him solidly in the stomach.

Levi was winded, and Y/N's fists were hard as rocks as she slammed them into his head, stomach, and chest. Y/N grabbed his shoulders, threw him back, adding a nicely aimed kick on the right side of his head. Blood flowed freely from several places, and Levi collapsed. Y/N stepped back, shaking a bit of blood off the tips of her boots.

The entire courtroom was frozen, mouths open, gaping, but as Y/N turned to leave, a door burst open, and Erwin and Petri dashed through at top speed, several burly men following. They darted with suprising agility to Y/N, grabbing her and forcing her kneel once more. Petri looked almost as winded as Levi, but she joined Hanji and they lifted thier wounded comrade off the hard ground and carrying him into a back room.

Y/N still managed that insane, irking smile, e/c eyes shining with a mischievous light.

"I won't bother to add that to the list," The judge said, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly, "But I think we are agreed. You will be executed for your crimes."

Your ass must be jealous of the shit that coming out of your mouth, Y/N smiled as gratified whispers spread through the crowd.

Nao's POV
Yes. Nao glared down at the assassin's kneeling form. This is what you deserve for- He swallowed down bile, eyes burning with anger. Nao waited for the judge to ask for objections, but the bearded man remained quiet. I suppose there's no need. A glance around the room could show you that.

Most seemed horrified. The Wall Cult appeared pleased, probably because Levi was a critic of theirs. Erwin looked as if someone had killed his kitten. And the girl... looked pleased as well. Nao bit down on his lip in disgust, tasting blood.

"Your honor?"

The judge looked over at Nao, surprised, one bushy eyebrow climbing into his hairline. "What?" The assassin didn't move a muscle.

"I'd like to carry out the execution myself." Nao's voice trembled with barely concealed rage.

The judge looked suprised until he realized who Nao was, then sympathy flashed across his worn face. "Of course. If you taking the door to you left, we will equip you with a gun."

He turned then to the brutes holding the girl down. "Tie her up, take her out back. Don't give her a blindfold." His usually calm voice harderned on these last few words, a final slap in the face of the still-smiling assassin.

The strange smile didn't fade as the enormous men hauled her to her feet and dragged her out. Nao turned and went to be outfitted for his revenge.

*they only improved the holding system after your escape

A/N
OOOHHHH
But you have some Houdini skills, no? This will be explained in the next chapter.
So, hope you're having a good day,
~Elena