"I'm certain we speak the same language. Perhaps you're simply to frightened... ...Oh, I see you use swords too. I guess you know our feebleness resides at the nape... ...Ah well, I'll just take it back with me." It reached it's hand out to the man lying on the ground and the man coward in fear, knowing that there is not much he could do without the use of his legs and that whatever this thing was, it wasn't like the giants he has come to know. The beast took something off his waist and started moving back the way it came. The man on the ground had, by some means, found some courage and grabbed his sword and yelling his battle cry, ready to fight the monster's retreating form. "You can move now." was all that the beast had to say to the three monsters surrounding the old barracks, before the last of the standing giants ran to the wounded soldier to end his life. "Nooooooo! Don't!! Stooop!!" The man screamed, begging for mercy from the ill fate that awaited him.
His limbs being torn from his body by monsters, that now occupy the higher level on the food chain. Their teeth sinking into his flesh with no remorse. His screams of pain going unnoticed by his fellow comrades.
Oh, the things he wanted to do before he died. One last drink with his friends, or telling Erwin once more that he needed to relax more because the work load will kill him one of these days or even telling his squad that he enjoyed working with them and that he was proud of them. Lynne, Henning, Gelgar, Nanaba, Thomas, Erwin...
'Is this what happens when you are about to die? Is this really how I leave this world? I don't want to die like this!'
These were the thoughts running through his mind, untill...
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FanfictionSuddenly the world seems like such a perfect place and it moves with a perfect grace. My life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. This is my feeble (and first time) attempt at a fanfic. PS, I don't think Mike should've died.
