"Okay, so we just chill on ceiling beams and slice their napes when the Titans are occupied by being blinded by shotguns?" I retold to plan to the group to clarify.

"Ya. Basically." Marco began handing out shotguns to our fellow cadets. Everyone seemed slightly rattled, faces pale. But this is to be expected. They just watched the only friends they had, get eaten alive. Fun right?!

We should yell surprise Motherfucker, as we jump down. So we are like evil self aware spiders... I began thinking.

"How's the hand?" Breaking me out of my trance, I peeked up to see Jean. Still shook, it seemed he was trying to distract himself.

"Handy."

"Ha. Funny." He deadpanned.

"Well, it's hand-like...I dunno, what do you want me to say?!" I rubbed my bandaged hand against my thigh.

"Um. Well I don't know, what I want you to say." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Then let's agree to say nothing." I patted his head, and sauntered passed him. Those acting as bait headed towards the lift, while those filleting Titans made their way to the beams. Jean and I walked silently next to each other unsure as to what would happen next.

"But what do we do if we miss?!" Connie pried Reiner for advice.

"Then just shove it up their assholes." He said nonchalantly while thrusting his sword upward.

"That's a pretty picture, Reiner." I turned back to him, walking backwards, praying I wouldn't trip on anything.

"Not as pretty as you." He curled his lips into a sneer.

"Aw thanks. But leave those comments for the Titans. I mean they hardly get any anyways. They would appreciate a strong, moderately attractive man, complementing them."

"Moderately? Moderately attractive! How dare you, I am a beauty and grace." His eyes narrowed waiting for my move.

"And I'll punch you in the face."

"Mara, Reiner, shut up. It's time to get into out positions." Mikasa snarled. Sighing and turned back around ignoring the glares from Reiner.

...

Low growls were heard from below while I inched forward. My stomach rubbing agaisnt the wooden beams. All around me cadets inched forward, army crawling upon the thin beams, gear scrapping against it lightly. Mikasa held up a fist, signaling for us to halt. The lift creeked as is began its descent into the gray room.

The seven Titans began to circle the airborne lift. Frightened cadets held shotguns with sweaty palms. The barrels of the guns shaking. Marco whispered words of encouragement to the panicky bunch.

"Closer..." Marco whispered, face stoic hands still as stone, but his eyes betrayed him. Fear shone in his eyes which would be expected. One day he would make an amazing General, I'd follow him to battle.

I watched the childlike Titans begin to surround the cadets we are using as bait, as Marco instructed them to hold tight before unleashing fiery hell. Slow steam emit from my bandaged hand, making me grab my sword hilts tighter. I ignored how warm my grip was becoming. If anyone noticed I would pass it off as Titan blood that was trapped under my hand, or some shit like that.

It was is this very moment when I descoverd the true power of the Military. Violent, cruel, and relentless. It was just the beginning for these eye openers. The lift was set ablaze while the rifles fired, I could hear the cries of the twisted horror called fate, as the Titans eyes were blown to oblivion. Blood and fire illuminated the room as Mikasa called for us to descend and slaughter the poor.

I hate killing. Titans, people, animals, it's not in my nature. But a violent world calls for violent measures.

I sliced the neck of a small Titan, my small Titan. It's blood spraying, everyone seemed to kill theirs, all except Sasha.

"I have failed. I'm going to die..." her voice cracked as the senile Titan craned its head to look at her anger boiling in its blue eyes. Falling from the corpse of my Titan, I could only watch as it reached out to grab Sasha. My gas tank was fucking empty, and my blades broke on impact. I really liked Sasha, she made days brighter.

I could always–NO. Never again.

Scrambling to my feet, I reached out to grab Sasha and pull her to safety. Just as a hand reached out to retrieve it's meal. Connie screamed for her to move from his sanctuary in the beams. Folding my arms to my chest I body slammed her out of the way. As my shoulder making contact with her shivering body, long fingers curled around my slim body.

My feet were slowly pulled from the ground as I hung loosely. I stared the Titan dead in the eyes daring it to try anything, my breath came out in short gasps as is slowly took my breath away. I was showing fear. It knew it, it was building to that anxiety. Eyes are windows to the soul, and my soul was terrified. Spots began to form in my vision as the Titans grasp grew stronger. I faintly heard Jean yelling something. Not yelling, screaming.

I saw a flash of something before blacking out completely.

...

"Mara...is there anyone in there? You always have to save the fucking the day don't you?! That was a shit-load of drama. I almost thought you looked scared..."

"Damn, Ymir thats some inspirational shit right there." I pried my eyes open and say the tan girl leaning over me, the world was a blur of color.

"Huh, bitch. You gave everyone a fright you know. Mikasa just wasn't fast enough, but look at you, dandy and A-ok." She inquired.

"How long was I out?" I sighed, adjusting my position.

"An hour or two. You talk alot in your sleep. Jean carried you the whole way back, and it was super anyonning." She picked her fingers nails, and avoided eye contact.

"I didn't say any compromising things did I?"

"No just that you love bread. And something about pies." She waved off my question,"Can you walk? Because we got to go, apparently Erens a Titan and we have to listen to an outrageously long speech by General Pixis."

"Nice, complications. Also Eren a Titan, well shit aren't we all screwed. Someone needs to give that kid anger mangaement classes. Or he will accidentally kill all of us." Ymir and I locked eyes  knowing that we are on the same wavelength, I got up.

My torso was wrapped in bandages, and my pants still remained the same bloodied mess from the earlier carnage. But a fresh uniform sat at the end of my bed.
"Go to your girlfriend Ymir, I clean up at meet up for our mission, plan thing."

"Yeah, see ya." She sauntered out as I began to change. I attempted to slip on the white tang-top over my bandaged chest, but it was no easy feat. But after struggling for awhile  I just decided to rip them off completely. I didn't really need them I was just bruised, also they should save the medical supplies for someone who needs it.

Now pulling on my shirt, unaware of the figure in the doorway, I began the process of attaching the straps, I feel like we only wear these for stylistic choices....because thier function is a freaken mystery.

"So your feeling better." Jean leaned in the door way, and decided to make his presence known.

"Yup, just some bruising, no biggie." I threw on my jacket thrusting it out so I could fix the collar.

"How about your hand?" He left the doorway and walked up to me, lifting my injured hand lightly.

"As I told you before, handy." I tried to pull my hand away but he held on.

"Why didn't the medic change the bandage? It's still a piece of your shirt. Thats odd." He inspected the dirty cloth.

"Please let go of my hand." I commanded, trying to pry his fingers from being wrapped around my hand.

"Well, you should change that bandaged, or you might get an infection." He realsesd my hand and left the room without saying anything else.

Sighing, I took the bandage scissors from the bedside table beside me, and cut the dirty fabric from my hand. My wound had closed long ago leaving nothing behind, not even a scar. I wrapped my hand back up to save myself from question, if Eren is a Titan then it's not a good time to drop anymore bombshells.