A/N

Don't give a crap if no one reads this! I'm still havin' tons of fun! WOOP WOOP! Also! This is now the longest chapter I've ever written with just above 6,600 words whereas the previous record holder [Kyle Gordon- Part Two] had 6,300 words. I know that Hanji is a bit out of character for most of this, but I really think that's only because she's sad and distraught. I tried to return Hanji back to her old and normal self near the end, so I hope you enjoy as always!

This will be the first story that I ever will finish, because I like to start things, but never follow through. WattPad was actually supposed to help with that, because I thought that if there were people that actually gave a crap about what I was writing, then I would actually write it. That's obviously not the case with this story seeing as no one reads it, but now I'm just being stupid so BYYYYEEEEE!~ ;)

She turned around at Levi's harsh words. Did he really mean those things? It didn't matter right now, but it was odd seeing as he was comforting her just last night.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" She yelled at them and took off running; she didn't want to see his stupid face at the moment.

However, it wasn't him that she was running away from. She was running away from her actions. Desperately and quickly she ran. To where? She couldn't tell you, just far away. The guilt ate her insides as she continued to run away to somewhere without judgement. She felt so guilty about everything. She soon had to stop running eventually and she ended up outside of a sort of store with a porch and lawn chairs on its porch. She walked up the few steps that led up to the porch that had a few lanterns hanging from its awning.

She chose a chair to sit down in, which just so happened to be a bright lime green. She laid back in it and felt the journal that she had been holding press into her stomach. She winced in slight pain before she positioned it so that she was staring straight at its cover. The shabby journal with the twisted lines and hearts on its spine. The stories and memories that radiated off of it were enormous and evident. Anyone could tell that it had seen lots of different things.

The shop door opened to reveal an older man with jean overalls on and a gray long sleeve shirt underneath. There was a black and gray plaid golf cap on his head only revealing the gray hair flowing down the sides of his head. As he walked out, he sat down in the purple lawn chair beside Hanji's own and toothily smiled at her. His old, frail leg jumped up and down to an imaginary beat as he turned his head to look out at the people walking down the cobblestone road.

"It's nice ain't it?" He asked her.

Hanji turned her attention from the journal in front of her as she looked where his eyes looked and said obviously confused, "What?"

"Life. Life is great," and he chuckled to himself as he continued to smile and watch the people living their lives. "I saw you're with the military, and I just wanted to thank you for your service," he said after he turned to look at her. "I wasn't able to join the military for physical reasons, but I would've. You see those people?" He turned back to the people and lazily pointed at any random person. "You fight to protect them everyday. And even though not all of them show it in the nicest way, they're all very grateful for what you do."

Hanji stared at the random passerby with a grim look on her face. "If they were grateful, they wouldn't try to throw things at us when we walk by."

"Hey, now! Don't be so pessimistic about it! They just don't realize. Think of them as children. When the children are young, they don't realize how hard you work to feed them and love them and protect them, but once they try doing it themselves, they start to fully appreciate how hard you work. These people are children and don't realize just how much you work for them."

Hanji looked back down at the journal. "I suppose you're right."

She must've still looked sad because the man asked, "Hey now sweet turtle, what's got you down?"

"I just...to hear you talk about how much I work to protect lives...I-" she started to feel tears form in her eyes.

"Oh, now, now! I know the military life is hard, but don't lose hope! You can't save everyone, turtle. Tell me what's got you down."

"I made a mistake, and it caused lots of people to die. Some really good people. It's my fault."

"Now, now. Let's think about this. How much of it could you really have controlled? What was your job?"

"I'm a scientist and I had to make assumptions based off of the knowledge we had. My assumptions were incorrect. Good people died because I screwed up on something obvious. Of course I shouldn't have let Eren be the standard; he's a newbie with very little skill I have to say compared to our enemy. I'm the reason lots of good people died." She looked down in shame and sadness. The man probably didn't get some of that, but she didn't really care.

"If I heard correctly, you had to make an educated guess, correct? You guessed and it was wrong, you couldn't have done anything. The odds weren't in your favor. Now, life goes on. People make mistakes and you have to live with them, because there's no going back in time."

She slowly lifted her head so that she was staring at the people going about their lives. "Who are you?" She asked. She had apparently surprised him with her question, though she wondered why he was surprised. A random man whom she doesn't know comes out and comforts her for things that he has no need to worry about.

"My name's Harold Barker and I own this small grocery that sells small foods and some other things."

"Hm," she says. "That's good. You sound like an honest man from what you've said to me and what you do, though one can never be extremely sure," she adds as she thinks of the betrayal within the Scouting Regiment.

"Well that's nice to hear from a soldier like yourself," and he smiles again as he looks at more bustling people. "Is that the only reason you're upset? You soldiers probably have tons of things that you're stressed about, but can't speak of. What's the book that you've got?" He curiously asked. "It looks very pretty."

"Does it? Yes, I suppose it does. Lots of things are happening, but most of them I can't speak about with you, Harold. This book is in fact the journal of a good soldier named Cameron Blanc. She died in the most recent expedition. Thankfully, I wasn't responsible for this particular death. It didn't get put in with her stuff," she said guiltily, thinking about how she'd actually gotten a hold of this journal , though technically she wasn't lying. "I have it now so that I can return it to her family."

"What's the girl's name again? I've been alive for a while so I might be able to point you in the right direction."

"Cameron Blanc." As she spoke those words, his eyes showed recognition so she inquired further by asking, "You know her?"

"Yes, sadly I do. See, this used to be a flower shop before people just stopped buying them, and I had to convert it to something different to attract customers."

Hanji's face lit up with recognition. "Harold! I know you! She mentioned you! Cameron used to buy flowers from your shop." He chuckled and smiled sadly. She continued, "She said you were nice."

"She was the cutest little child. I heard she joined the military. Well, this is the first that I'm hearing about her death." He looked down sadly.

Hanji put on a sympathetic face. "I'm so sorry for your loss. From reading this journal, I can tell that she was a good person. I'm trying to return her journal to her Mother. I have the address, but it would be nice to have some directions. Or maybe tell me what to expect?" She asked hopefully. This was her first time having to do this.

He looked at her with sadness as he said, "Her Mother won't be at the address you have."

"What? Why?"

He grimaced and said, "I'm sorry, but that's the Mother's personal business. I think you should still go to her old house though. I wish you good luck on your trip, but I'm afraid that I have to get back to work. That paperwork isn't gonna fill itself out, now is it?" He jokes and tries for a smile.

"Right," she nods. "Well," she begins as she holds out her hand for a shake, "I wish you the best of luck with your business and I thank you for listening to me and telling me about Cameron's Mother."

"Don't mention it," he says as he shakes her hand. He lets go and says, "Okay well I'll be getting back." As he's about to shut the door behind him he waves and says, "Bye!"

She waves back as she smiles. Talking with Harold had gotten her out of her short little glum. She looked around at the people with a new perspective and suddenly felt much better about her job. She really wanted to protect these people now. She no longer considered them the rude people that threw things on occasion and shouted rude insults at her as she walked by. She looks back down at the journal sitting in her lap, and her smile gets smaller as she thinks about the fact that she might not be able to return it to her real family.

"Well, come on Cameron. Seems we've got places to be." She smiles and practically jumps out of the lime green lawn chair she previously sat in to walk down the street. Several shouts of displeasure forming a long line that marked her path.

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She turns the corner into a neighborhood with luscious homes and lawns. People had gardens and other pleasantries that most people weren't able to have to save space. Hanji wasn't about to let it get to her though, so she continued down the street confidently receiving few glares from the citizens. She counted the house numbers and soon found what was supposed to be Cameron Blanc's house.

She stared up at the house before her with uncertainty. This couldn't possibly be it, right? She peered at the number again and back down at the page Cameron had written her home address on. She removed her goggles and wiped them clean with her breath and her shirt before putting them back over her eyes to peer yet again at the house number before her. They matched, no doubt about it.

It stood tall and gray, glowering down at the tiny people and the other houses that surrounded it. Two windows, the one on the left smashed, opened up to the second floor. The door was boarded up and the wood that the house was made of looked splintery and broken. The roof had faded purple tiles and looked as if was about to cave in. It felt as if it could come crashing at any moment. Hanji wondered for a moment why the people hadn't just torn the old dilapidated building down.

She decided that it was best to check with some of the neighbors. She walked up to a person watering their garden and asked, "Excuse me, but who used to live in that house?" She pointed to the one next to them with the boarded up door.

The older gardener lady that she'd asked grimaced at the sight of it. "A mother used to live there with her young daughter. I believe their last name was Blanc, but I wouldn't be so sure."

Hanji nodded her head. "I see. Well, one more question." The lady nodded yes in return. "Would you mind telling me what happened to the people in that home?"

"The poor lady. I believe the mother's name was Madelyn Blanc and the daughter started with a K sound. Anyways, Madelyn was pregnant with her daughter when her husband who worked in the Garrison fell of the wall. Maddy never was the same again, poor thing. Must've been awful for her, and it was. She never got over it! She always believed that he was just late home from work. Her daughter soon got sick of it I think, and she joined the military. I don't know which regiment she joined, but whatever it was, Maddy didn't approve of it. She was never all that kind to her daughter, but the young girl was always so nice to everyone else and to her Mother; always cared for her.

"After the daughter left, Maddy didn't take very good care of the house so it was already falling apart when she was taken away."

"Taken by whom?" Hanji asked, curious.

"Taken by the social workers. They deemed her mentally insane about 5 years ago and they just recently took poor Maddy away to a place where she wouldn't have to put herself in danger. The house was practically fallin' down by then. Oh she protested and screamed, but I saw them give her something. Something to calm her down."

Hanji nodded again while staring at the old house. "Well, if you know exactly where they took her that would be helpful."

"Hope you don't mind my askin', but why do you want to know, Miss? I mean, I understand if it's official military business, but...I was just wonderin'."

Hanji suddenly looked back at the woman and noticed her subtly scared expression. Had she only been answering her questions because she was scared of what Hanji would do to her if she didn't? Hanji got a confused look on her face as she stared at the woman and gave a kind smile before she explained herself.

She said, "Oh, it was just some personal business actually! I don't mind you asking at all! See, the daughter of Maddy was a soldier in the Scouts and she recently passed away, the people who gathered up her things forgot to put her journal inside and I was just trying to deliver it back to the family. In hindsight, I really should've just stopped acting like a baby and gone straight the Military Police in this area. But I still haven't had an answer from you." The lady got a confused look on her face. Hanji explained, "Do you know exactly where they sent Maddy?"

"Well," she began as she shook her head in uncertainty, "one would assume they brought her over to the nearest mental institution. I don't know where that is since I don't keep track of where all our institutions are!" She chuckled a bit. "I would recommend one of the MPs, though."

"Right, of course," Hanji agreed. "Well, thank you for all your help! I'll have to go now."

The woman smiled at her and went back to watering her garden as Hanji turned around and left to find some MPs. The old, dilapidated house continued to loom over in its great state of sadness.

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'I need to get out more,' Hanji thought to herself as she walked down street after street trying to find the MP station. She suddenly stopped walking and flattened herself up against the wall when she heard familiar voices coming.

"Levi?" Charlie asked. "You seem awfully quiet. Why don't you try talking about it? I've heard that helps."

"I don't want to talk about it," he snapped. "I've done enough talking today."

"Well that may be, but you only actually talked about it to your friend and then she left so you've got to make up for it."

"I don't have to make up anything! She called me an asshole and took off!" Levi saw Charlie open his mouth to say something, but Levi didn't allow him. "Don't you need to get back to the MP station?"

Charlie's mouth switched positions as he changed his next words. "Yes," he sighed. "And I can't wait to get back. No more having to be dragged around by a few Scouts who can't seem to say a single nice thing. Is everyone like that in the Scouting Regiment?"

"Hm, if only you came to the Scouting Regiment. Maybe you'd be able to find out."

"So basically you're not going to tell me."

"Basically," and Levi shrugs his shoulders.

Hanji saw this as her chance. If Charlie was going back to his MP station, she could go there. Or even better, just ask Charlie to show her! With this new plan in mind, she silently slipped from the wall and began to follow them; she still didn't want to show Levi her face. Especially since she was the one who told him to stay away from her.

"Okay, Levi," Charlie said after a few minutes of walking. "Do you know your own back to your own headquarters?" He smirked.

Levi sighed and said, "Yes of course I do. How do you think I got here in the first place?"

"Luck."

"Shut up."

"Wait, was I right? Really? Wow. I really wouldn't've thought you to be this bad at navigation."

Hanji had to try hard to stop herself from giggling at Charlie's remarks. For a scary second, she thought Charlie saw her and she quickly slowed down her pace even more.

Levi spoke up, "I know my way from here. You can go back to your commander now."

Charlie nodded at Levi in a respectful way. A way that even Charlie himself was surprised of his actions. He said, "It's been a pleasure doing whatever we did today. I think we really helped her though, and we really helped Kido's family as well."

Levi looked at him with an expression that neither Hanji or Charlie could place, only that it looked appreciative without smiling. Levi surprisingly said, "I really appreciate that. Sadly though...nevermind; it's nothing."

"Well alright then." Charlie saluted him. "Good luck with not dying. And with your leg injury." He nodded his head downwards. Levi was almost fresh off from the expedition and the injury he'd sustained while saving Eren with Mikasa was still bugging him. "I don't really think you should've done this much recreation today."

"Well thanks for worrying. I have to go now, my own commander will probably be looking for me. Not to mention that I have to find Hanji at some point."

"Bye." Charlie turned from him and took the right path while Levi took the left path. Hanji waited a few seconds for Levi to get away while closely watching Charlie before she took off running after him. As Charlie turned around his eyes widened in surprise as he saw Hanji chasing him.

"Hey, Lev-!" He didn't get to finish his sentence however, because Hanji had clamped her hand over his mouth.

She gave him a scary look while whispering, "Sh! Don't tell Levi! Please?" She begged. She slowly unfolded her hand so that he could speak.

"Don't worry; I won't tell Levi."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, okay that's good." She got straight to business. "I need you to take me to the nearest mental institution."

"Do I even wanna ask right now?"

"Um, why not? I could tell you on the way to the place you're taking me."

Charlie sighed. "Follow me," he groaned. "Dang, you'd think that Scouts who go outside the walls wouldn't get lost this easily."

Hanji playfully whacked him upside the head. "Shut up."

After they'd been walking for a bit, Charlie suddenly stopped her. She bumped into his arm as he turned to face a building. It stood tall with three alabaster columns supporting a triangle roof that was also made of the same material. There were marble steps that went up a few feet. There was one window on the first floor that was tinted, but large. It stood looming over them in an intimidating stance. It was almost as if it was judging them.

"Is this it?" Hanji squeaked. She coughed and repeated herself in her regular voice.

Charlie chuckled. "I do believe this is it, but if it isn't then I would leave right away. This building looks like it doesn't like visitors."

Hanji looks up at the building while nodding her head in nervousness. She can't really tell why she's nervous. She turns her head to look at Charlie before he leaves, still practically jumping out of her shoes.

"Well, thank you for all you've done. Bye!" She took off running up the marble steps of the intimidating building, leaving Charlie alone in the street watching.

"Crap!" He shouted.

Hanji stopped her ascent and looked down at him. "What is it?" She sounded concerned.

"I just realized I never asked Levi where he put my horse!" He grunted in frustration.

Hanji chuckled as she said, "Well, sorry about that I guess? BYEEE CHARLIE!" She finished running up the steps and quickly ran to the door. She opened it without looking back and ran inside. A wonderful first impression to the staff.

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The guard was dressed in black and looked very threatening. He had a long wooden stick that had been smoothed and painted black. It looked close to a whip. Hanji continued walking straight with the guard close behind her down the long hallway that had an eerie glow coming from the candles next to the doors. As they walked, she thought about what the stick was for. It most definitely wasn't for coraling her into the room he was bringing her to. Then she remembered the words of the check-in lady.

Hanji's eyes glazed over as she was lost in thought.

"Well. . .are you sure you want to visit her?" The lady had asked.

"Why wouldn't I want to visit her?" Hanji mocked in an overly dramatic tone.

"Madelyn Blanc you said? She's the most prone to violence patient we have here. She doesn't really like visitors."

Hanji smiled sarcastically. "I think she'll be okay with me. I've got stuff that I need to say."

"You're not on her visitor's list, but since you seem to have work to do I'll allow you anyways." The lady glanced down at her uniform. Hanji was just now realizing the perks of being associated with the military. The lady looked behind Hanji and gestured to someone. "Brutus will take you to her."

Hanji turned around and smiled. She grabbed Brutus's arm and started to pull him along, even though she didn't really know where she was going.

"Come on, Brutus!" Hanji shouted enthusiastically. "Try and keep up!"

Brutus grumbled in a gruff voice, "Please stop touching me."

The feeling of a large hand on her shoulder snapped Hanji out of her daze. She blinked several times to sink back into her surroundings. Brutus had stopped her in front of a metal door, with a small, circular window near the top. From what could be seen through the window, she could tell that there were padded walls and barely any light. There was a fold up table right outside the door leaning against the wall. Hanji wondered what it was used for briefly.

"We're here," Brutus said gruffly with his hand still on her shoulder. "Now, before we go in, I want to warn you of a few things since you seem ignorant." Hanji gave a disapproving face. "Madelyn can become violent very easily. I will try to protect you from her, but I cannot guarantee your safety here. Please be aware of this. Also, a few things not to mention: husbands, daughters, or donuts. When we get in there, I will take this folded table right here," he pointed to the folding table by the door, "and put it out for you to sit/stand at."

"Wait, why can't I speak of donuts?"

Brutus's eyes shifted. "Uh. . .there was an accident."

"Alright, I'm not even gonna ask. Let's go then, shall we?" She began to try and push open the door, but it wouldn't budge so she continued to push and pull and kick it with her foot, resulting in her hopping around on one foot and grabbing onto her toe in pain.

Brutus stepped forward and took keys off of his belt. He picked out a specific key and placed it into the door's lock. After turning it, he knocked on the door and yelled, "Madelyn, we're coming in!" When he turned to where Hanji was, she was still staring at the door in shock. "What?" He asked.

She suddenly stood up straight and said, "I knew . . . that."

Brutus shook his head at Hanji and her silliness. He gently pushed open the door and poked his head inside. He looked back at Hanji again and nodded inside the dark room.

"It's okay to come in now. She's just over there, chained to the wall."

The 'chained to the wall' part caught her off guard a little bit, but she soon accepted that since Maddy was apparently prone to violence. As she cautiously walked into the room, she heard heavy breathing coming from the darkest corner of the padded cell. A woman with long, straight, blonde hair sat down with her legs tucked up under her knees. She was singing something to herself and Hanji heard her giggle slightly as she lifted up her face to look straight into her eyes. The woman's - Madelyn's - eyes were a piercing gray and her face was very pointy with dirt smudges. When was she allowed a bath? She was wearing a white, lacy dress that looked wrinkled and dirty. The room didn't particularly smell nice either. Did she spend all her time like this?

Hanji had been a bit skeptical about the chains, because why would they give her something that she could hurt herself with? Though she understood that it was impossible upon seeing that the chains were elastic and tied tight to the wall. Brutus had quickly grabbed the folding chair and had unfolded it so that it was in the middle of the room. With the dark lighting and folding table, Hanji thought it almost looked like they were just sitting down to play a card game. Hanji's favorite game just so happened to be a card game, poker to be exact.

"Maddy," Brutus said in a deep, and intimidating voice.

Her piercing eyes shifted over to Brutus. Hanji thought she could see him slightly flinch in response. Was it that hard to be stared at?

"Good day, Brutus," Maddy said. Her voice silky and soft. She didn't seem like someone that could hurt you. "Who are you?" She asked as she turned her head back to Hanji.

Hanji smiled widely. "I'm Hanji Zoe from the Scouting Regiment! Very nice to meet you Madelyn!" Hanji kneeled down beside the table so that she was facing Maddy while she continued to smile.

Maddy smiled and Brutus seemed taken aback. "Thank you for using my full name! I prefer it much more over 'Maddy' though no one here seems to care about it. Brutus, can I get up and kneel by the table, too?"

Brutus had a surprised look on his face. "She isn't usually this talkative in front of strangers," he said while going to pick her up. He loosened her elastic bands and she stood up to walk over to the table. She really was quite pretty once she got into some more light. She probably would look much prettier with the dirt cleaned off of her.

"What does a person from the Scouting Regiment want with me?" Madelyn asked quaintly.

"I need to know, do you remember your daughter?"

"My- my daughter?" Her voice cracked and she started breathing heavily. "My daughter?! What was her name?!"

Brutus walked up and put his hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down. He glared at Hanji. "Madelyn don't worry! She was just playing a game, you don't have any daughter. You were never married. No husband, no family."

"Brutus!" Hanji yelled, perhaps a bit too loudly. "Why would you say that?! Of course she had a daughter and a husband and family!"

Madelyn had started hyperventilating again. "Why would you- why would you?" Maddy continued to repeat that under her breath. "Daughter? Husband?" She seemed to be racking her mind for something that she'd long forgotten.

"Madelyn!" Hanji yelled at her. "What have they been telling you? How long have you been here? Madelyn!" She shouted again when Maddy didn't answer.

"Were they lying?" She mumbled under her breath.

"Maddy, don't worry! She's lying!" Brutus desperately tried to convince her.

"She's . . . lying?" Maddy mumbles again.

Hanji would have none of this. How could they do this? She has to know!

"You're daughter's name was Cameron! You had a husband! That's where you got your last name from!"

"My last name? I don't have a last name!" Maddy shouts frantically, in confusion. "My name is Madelyn!"

"But you are Madelyn Blanc!"

Brutus shouts, "THAT'S ENOUGH! Ms. Zoe! I think it's time for you to leave!"

"Well I'm not LEAVING!" Hanji shouts with the same intensity.

"Yes, you are!" Brutus gets up and lunges for her. His big, meaty hands miss her by a large amount since Hanji has started running around the room.

"Brutus, don't you touch her!" Madelyn shouts at the top of her voice. Hanji, out of the corner of her eye as she runs, sees Maddy begin to pull on her elastic chains. Hopefully, they were better than your usual rubber band.

"What is going on in there?!" A muffled voice shouts from outside of the padded cell. "Brute!" A nickname. "What's going on in there?!"

Hanji knew she couldn't continue running forever. She had to stop eventually, but she had to continue for a while until maybe she could tire Brutus out, though she doubted it. Madelyn had begun to struggle violently with her elastic chains as she shouted Brutus's name.

"STOP RIGHT NOW, BRUTUS OR I WILL KILL YOU!" Madelyn screamed.

This seemed to catch Brutus off guard since he slowed down a little bit and took several glances at Maddy's growing in anger expression. Madelyn struggled against her bindings, and screamed and shouted and threatened, but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

"AAAHHHHGGG!" Madelyn screamed in frustration.

The shouting and the struggles of the workers outside her door to get in, plus the commotion Hanji and Brutus were making by running around her in a circle (remember they were still in a small, padded cell), seemed to be too much for her. She suddenly stuck her fist out at Brutus, and ended up punching him in his right cheek. She looked down at him with anger in her eyes, it only intensifying as he growled in pain. Hanji stopped running in circles out of surprise to stare between Madelyn angrily glaring at Brutus, and Brutus lying on the floor with his cheek cupped between his hands.

"I told you to stop!" She shouted as he continued to groan.

The metal door to her cell suddenly burst open accompanied with several loud voices and officers with their own whipping devices as Brutus had.

"Hold her down now!" A deep, and loud voice yelled above all others. Hanji could only watch in horror and shock as she saw somebody place a cloth damp with a chemical atop Madelyn's mouth. Maddy instinctively took a deep breath and she soon fell unconscious. As Hanji watched, men with handcuffs came up to her and attempted to apply them to her.

'Screw that!' Hanji thought as she began to struggle against them. Hanji was a big girl and didn't have to consent mindlessly to the will of these men. She kicked, punched, and struggled while shouting, "Don't you dare touch me!" Three men were on her by the time they finally got her into the handcuffs. No doubt she'd made them go through much trouble to do so.

Madelyn's elastic bindings were tightened up once again, while she was also put into a straight jacket. Why they hadn't done so in the first place was a mystery to Hanji, but she did know one thing. This place was cruel. They'd made Maddy forget her own husband and daughter. If she was haunted by the death of her husband, then why wasn't she free to leave once he was out of the picture? She would have nothing to obsess over anymore.

Hanji continued her struggles uselessly as they practically dragged her out of the room and into the hallway, where she struggled even more due to the increase in room. One of the guards held up his whip-stick threateningly.

"I will use this only if I have to, ma'am!" He shouted in a semi-polite voice.

Hanji only glared at the man and kicked him in his shins, and watched as he flinched in frustration and spontaneous pain. She continued to pout and lessened her struggles as she allowed them to drag her down the hallway, seemingly back to the lobby. With all the guards holding her, the handcuffs, and of course the always either crazy or intense look Hanji always seemed to have on, their group earned several weird stares.

However, Hanji didn't mind as she was focused on more important things such as what was going to happen to her. She knew she wasn't supposed to mention anything about daughters, husbands, and apparently donuts, but she had anyways. She was most certainly going to be in trouble for this. Would she be arrested? Could she be arrested? Her heart beat increased as they finally made it back to the lobby and was sat down in a short, plastic chair with two guards on either side of her.

She saw the tallest and most intimidating man from the guards that surrounded her get up and walked over to the lady at the desk, who now had the most curious face on.

"She mentioned something unmentionable to Madelyn Blanc," he stated fiercely.

"And?" she asked expectantly.

"Madelyn got violent and ended up punching her caretaker - Brutus - in the face. The woman also struggled against us and several guards sustained several injuries. Whether said injuries are minor or serious has yet to be decided."

"Is Brutus going to press charges?"

"Brutus's statement has yet to be clarified. In the mean time, what shall we do with the woman?"

"Find her name first and contact Commander Erwin of the Scouting Regiment since she seems to be apart of them."

"Her commander so quickly?" The guard asked timidly. "Shouldn't make sure she's authentic first?"

"Yes, I suppose. Contact a lesser form of authority there and have them check to see if she's really a soldier or just playing pretend," the lady said with scorn.

"Yes, ma'am," the guard acknowledged. As he turned back around his entire demeanor seemed to change from timid guard speaking to authority, to cold and emotionless overseer.

"Just to let you guys know, I am an authentic Scouting Regiment soldier, so don't waste your time," Hanji remarked sarcastically.

"You're crazy so we can't take anything you say seriously," the guard stated plainly. "Who the hell in their right mind would actually provoke Madelyn Blanc? I've spent the last couple of minutes trying to figure it out, but the answer has yet to be revealed to me."

"You sure you've been thinking about it? Because I would've thought your brain would be busy caught up in threatening and capturing me."

"I can obviously think while I move."

"Wow that's a surprise I had no idea your brain cells had the capacity for such amazing processes."

Hanji's statement hung in the air as they had a staring contest, filled with Hanji smiling annoyingly while not blinking and the guard just glaring at her.

Still sustaining eye contact, the guard ordered, "Take her to one of the unused rooms. Make sure she doesn't have anything of use on her beforehand." As the guards prepared to lift her up, he asked, "What's your name again?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she spat.

"Just answer the question." He gave another intense glare.

"Hanji Zoe."

The two guards forced Hanji to stand up and began to walk her away to a holding cell. Hanji continued to smile and stare at the guard as she was walked away. She went to such extremes as to turn her head even though she was being forced to keep front-facing. As they rounded the corner, Hanji stuck her boot on the wall and held them back so that she could continue to annoyingly smile and stare. The guards eventually tore her away from the wall and began their trek down the hallway.

As they hauled her away, Hanji relieved her eyes by blinking several times. She wondered what this place's problem was with a bit of natural sunlight. There were several candles, but even their light didn't cut it, as the place still had an eerie and creepy aura about it with its dim lighting.

"What's wrong with a couple of windows?" Hanji asked with a light tone.

"I know right!" One of the guards said. The guard let out a small yelp of pain as she felt the one on the right side her kick him in his shins.

"No conversing with the prisoner," he reminded bluntly.

"Prisoner?" Hanji almost shouted surprised. "Let me make something very clear, buckos! I ain't nobody's prisoner. I could easily take you two cupcakes down without even breaking a sweat, but I'm choosing not to because I'm with the Scouting Regiment and I'm trying to set a good example. Plus, I can't even mention the other stuff that's causing me stress right now, because it's really secret and cool!" She rambled on without paying attention to what they were thinking of it.

Suddenly they stopped walking and the grumpy guard said, "We're here," very quickly and bluntly in efforts to shut Hanji up.

Hanji did indeed stop talking as she saw where they were going to keep her. However, it wasn't an awed silence, but more of a surprised and unbelievable one.

"Here?! Literally, a prison cell!" She shouted.

The bars of the cell were a rusting white, while the inside didn't look very comfortable either with a small bed and a small toilet. There was absolutely no privacy.

"I refuse to be locked up here," Hanji shouted.

All of a sudden, she felt a hand go inside her jacket to which she shouted rude comments at the guard and "accidentally" kicked him in the shin.

"What this?" She felt the grumpy guard smirk as she pulled out Cameron's journal.

"Definitely not something 'of use,'" she quoted the intimidating one. "So you can just put it down and give it back to me."

"Since you want it so badly, I think I'll keep it," the grumpy guard smirked yet again.

"Wait! It's just a journal," the taller and nicer guard interrupted. "We should just give it back to her!"

"Shut up, Larry," the grumpy guard ordered. "I let you be nice to the last prisoner, so I get to do whatever I want to this one."

"Well you aren't gonna do shit to me," Hanji threatened.

"Relax! Nothing criminal in case you were wondering."

Hanji turned her nose upwards as she said, "Of course not! Why would you even bring it up?"

"Whatever," he said jokingly though Hanji hadn't been joking.

Hanji watched with dismay as the short, grumpy guard held the journal tauntingly above her, and she was gently pushed into the cell. She was really sick of these people and all their rules and disgusting and pushy guards. She just really wanted to go back to HQ and annoy Levi and Erwin while she was at it, and freak Eren out with her titan experiments.

The cell was locked and Hanji was left on standing there, with all her fighting spirit gone, waiting to see what would be her fate.