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"__________, it's already 40 minutes into first period. If you're going to fight in the morning, can't you at least finish early enough to get to school on time?" Petra sighed as she wrapped a white bandage around my forearm. "Seriously, how do you even manage to make up all the missed classes?"
"Don't even remind me," I groaned, as Petra kept bandaging. I spent my time staring at her name engraved on her white coat until my body tensed in the plastic chair I sat in. "Ouch, that hurts!" I whined when she tightened the scratchy material. "Geez, why can't you buy a softer wrap or something?"
Petra's eyelashes fell over her dark eyes in vexation. Her arms crossed over her pearl button up shirt. "The school doesn't allocate enough funds and I'm not willing to spend my personal money on students who go and get themselves beaten up," Petra answered curtly as her ruby high heels tapped over to the medicine cabinet. She popped open a bottle and handed me a blue tablet and a white cup. "Take that for the pain. Water's over there," she said, pointing to the the transparent jug at the corner of the room near the window. Petra was our "beloved" high school nurse. To all the fucking students who fall for her angelic smile, I pity you all. Petra was more of a straight-to-business, no-nonsense person, and she wasn't the type to bullshit around with gentle, fake smiles. But that was the type of person I preferred anyways.
I heaved my heavy body and pressed down on the spout as water splashed about the inside of the small cup. Tossing the tablet in my mouth, I downed the water, crushed the now empty cup, and threw it in the trash.
"So why did this fight take so long?" Petra questioned, her auburn hair slipping from behind her ears and hugging her cheeks. She was bent over her desk writing a tardy note.
"Well, there's not much I can do if the challenge letter states the time for the fight is 30 minutes before our high school starts. Not to mention, it was signed by one person but a dozen showed up, those goddamn bratty, uncivilized thugs," I muttered hatefully, crossing my arms over my black hoodie as I leaned back over the cold counter.
High school always started earlier than middle school, and I should have known that my challengers this time would be a bunch of cocky 13 year old wannabes who thought they could mess with the motherfucking strongest fighter in the district. They came prepared, even packed their weapons of choice: Bats, hockey sticks, knives, swords, and my favorite, fists.
"So how much this time?" Petra asked as she straightened her black pencil skirt and handed me that familiar orange note. I slipped it into the back pocket of my sapphire skinny jeans. I noticed that she was just so full of questions today, strangely enough.
Before I could answer, the room suddenly filled with an obnoxious ringing, signaling the end of first period. I winced not from the repetitive buzzing in my ears but from the memory of how much money I was able to pickpocket off of those poor suckers. My initial goal when they came at me was only to scare and bully them into emptying their wallets. So when those brats did attack, my inhuman strength blew each and every one of them away just as I predicted. What I didn't predict however was that they wouldn't be able to get back up again. It was like one of those elderly "Help me. I've fallen and I can't get up!" commercials. Since I was rushed for time, I was forced to skim the pockets of their limp bodies and search for their leather pockets myself.
So I suppose it's fair to say that I may or may not have gone a little too far.
Whoops.
Either way, from about 12 knocked out kids, I earned maybe....$30 together. This would be enough to last for maybe about a week of food, but nowhere enough to pay off this month's rent.
"Not much. I need you to hook me up, Petra. Are there any fights coming up?"
The money to pay for my apartment rent often came from the illegal cage fights I won in the underground. Once in a blue moon, the cash prizes would be huge, enough to pay for almost 6 months of rent, but so far, I hadn't encountered a cage fighting tournament I could get access to like that. You needed to be someone "special" to get in those cages. Funny enough, I guess I wasn't special enough yet even though I was easily the strongest fighter in the district. My participation in the underground cage fights was too sporadic since my involvement solely depended on whether or not my landlord would give me a break for rent. I wasn't going to be too lucky this month though. Damn my land lord.
Petra studied my weary face before sighing. "I hear there's a tournament tonight with a huge cash prize. It's open to anyone, but they've keep keeping the passcode on the DL. Go to the regular website but use the password SHIVERS1." She wrote the password on the back of an empty tardy slip so that I could see the typing specifications. She then ripped the form in small pieces and dumped it in the small grey trash can.
"But there's also a well-known fighter who's making an appearance," she continued. "I know him, ________, and I doubt you'll win this one."
The 5 minute bell rang, signaling the beginning of second period. "Psh, someone stronger than me? Ha, let's not even joke." I waved to her. "See ya, Petra. Thanks for the bandages."
I paced my way through the halls, dark shadows forming under my eyes. I detested fighting. Every battle felt like being thrown against a wall of pain, a constant reminder of who I've become. My inhuman strength awakened when I was 11, something I had inherited from my mother. Everything in my family was peaceful until I turned 14 years old. My life was suddenly targeted by some insane man. My mother protected me and died as a result, and my younger brother Eren, who had no powers, has hated me since. I can't blame him though. I was useless to protect Mom. Eren has ignored me since, and I stopped trying to contact him years ago. He lives with my maternal grandparents who carry an equal hatred for me, since I'm the one who stole their daughter away from them.
I've been alone for almost 3 years now, and my past is still unforgotten. It feels like I'm constantly filled with an uncontrollable wrath for the cards I've been dealt in this world. Why am I always the one they pick fights with? Why am I always at the center of this chaos? Why was I given these unwanted, undesired powers? When I ask all these questions, my eyes light up with a rage that consumes my being, and my fists clench in a desperate struggle to hold back the imminent will to destroy those who stand before me.
I'm amazed that I haven't choked someone yet with my own two hands.
The long, empty hallway came to an end as I reached the classroom. All eyes laid on me as I entered, but the teacher soon returned to his lecture. I was a well-known miscreant, and the teacher had long stopped trying to turn me into a model student. Pretty much no one spoke to me at school, but it's not like that was anything new considering the way my family treated me. I'm about 100% positive that the students around me thought I hurt myself with the number of new wounds that appeared on my arm each week. I don't care about it much. It was my business and it's not like anyone bothered to ask for clarification. I slid my way from the back of the classroom into my seat, all the way in the back corner next to the windows. Pulling out my phone, I quickly typed in a web address into the search box: www.combat_and_tophats.net.
Don't ask about the stupid address. From what I hear, the guy in charge of these tournaments wears a top-hat and goes by the name Kenny. I've never met him in person though.
A page appeared asking for a password key. I typed in: SHIVERS1 and was taken to the front page with announcements and dates for the fights. Just like Petra had mentioned, there was a big cage fight going down tonight with a cash prize of $10,000. My eyes marveled at the money. This was enough to pay for almost a year of rent with money left over for food also. There was one catch though. Supposedly, a famous fighter with the nickname, Humanity's Strongest, was also going to participate. I had heard other fighters talk about him, how he had disappeared from cage fights almost a year ago and how he beat the shit out of opponents twice his size, but I wasn't scared. No, there were much scarier things in this world than an over-powered midget. I was going to win the prize and not have to worry about apartment rent for a good 365 days, damnit.
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Petra held her phone to her ear. "I gave her the passcode, and I'm sure she'll participate in the cage fight. But I need to confirm, is that really what ________'s grandfather said, Erwin?"
The voice on the other line replied. "Yes, he told us we can do whatever we want with her. We want to take her into our organization and hone her skills. We've observed her for a few weeks. She has potential to be a great soldier."
"I see...I was worried when her grandfather told me that he had sold _______ to someone. He's always looked at her as a nuisance, but I'm relieved to know she'll be in your care. She's been honing her skills with street fights, but she needs real training. Otherwise, her powers will get out of control."
"We have someone. You still remember Levi, right?" the man named Erwin asked. "I'm sure you've heard that he's joined us now. He will be able to guide her properly."
"Alright. I trust you guys. Tell Levi to go easy on her in the tournament. I'm surprised you're using this cage fight rather than just approaching her in her apartment," Petra stated.
"We considered approaching her in public or at her home but determined that things could get dangerous if she decided to resist. At least she can't escape from the cage," Erwin responded. "As for whether Levi will go easy on her or not, it'll depend on how strong ________ is."
"She banged up her right arm this morning. Use that to your advantage. I don't think she'll be too keen on joining you at first, but give her some time."
"Understood. Hey Petra, I've been meaning to ask. Are you still not going to fight anymore?"
A frown found itself on Petra's mouth as she remembered watching her comrades die, and how her healing powers weren't strong enough to save them.
These were memories she would never forget since nightmares plagued her every night. Her flawless makeup would erase the evidence the next morning, making the bags under her eyes vanish in this air. "I don't know, Erwin. I'll think about it."
"I see," Erwin replied. "I wish you well, Petra. Remember, if you need a home, you can find it in the Survey Corps."
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END OF SMEXYNESS: DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY FRIEND @kelpo00 :3 I still can't thank you enough!
And to @kissmeyoufoolfanfict : Now, lemme tell you. This bitch right here (So let's all give a round of applause to BIFFEL BITCH @kissmeyoufoolfanfict for helping me make this chapter happen XD She's got a trashy heart, but I like trash :)
And yup, you heard me right! This reader is the epitome of middle school Smexy-chan so just remember that if you're going to critique the character, it's gonna be personal. LOL JK, but really though, go easy on me :')
1. Updates will be a bit sporadic because of medical school, but I will always update! But since Ch. 2 is halfway done, I expect it out by this weekend!
2. Reader is 17, Eren is 15 currently. ( i think lol)
3. Vic/slave this weekend also!
4. Anyone into Petra's attitude?