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Dirt scattered at my feet I walk in darkness
Filth in every crevice all of the people who were turned away by the surface. It was as if they had been swallowed by the earth and kept there as retribution. Survival came first and foremost family and friends if you had any left came second. Just barely living no not living surviving in the underground prison from which none of us could escape. Born here we spent our short and miserable lives kept away from the sunlight to waste away and perish here. I Levi Ackerman was born in the city of despair ironic how it'd once been seen as a haven to hide from the titans.
The surface people came barging in and used up our scarce supplies. They left once it was declared safe, any longer and the city would have crumbled even more. All I knew was starvation and the disgusting men who came to mother seeking a moment of pleasure in this shitty excuse of a city. Spending every coin they had to ravish her pale body. Of course I didn't realize my mother Kuchel was a prostitute until later in life. I understood her reasoning but that made it far from fine there are facts even I refused to accept.
Covered in my own filth next to my mother who was withering away that's how my uncle Kenny found me. He owed it to his sister to at least attempt to take care of me. That bastard barely had a heart but for his dear sister he tried to pull through. Seeing as he was a sociopathic individual who had no family Kenny taught me what he knew. The vital points on a human body, their weakness, how to use any type of weapon to my advantage and hand to hand combat. He taught me how to survive in a world where the weak were snatched up, violated, and killed. For that knowledge I am grateful to that shitty bastard of an uncle.
In the middle of one of my street fights against a much larger opponent he vanished. Abandoned yet again I fought to survive in the world. Being an Ackerman certainly kept me alive. Some wouldn't even touch me because they knew I was related to Kenny. For others it wasn't enough but Ackerman's have a particularly interesting quirk. At some point in our miserable lives we have a moment of realization an epiphany if you want am exact name for the moment. That epiphany brings us strength, courage, and the will to live. Raised by a ruthless killer, the son of a prostitute, living in the underground my life was a tragedy waiting for the final scene. Perhaps it was happenstance that brought two new individuals onto the stage that changed everything.
Farlan church a peculiar man with altruistic behaviour far beyond the comprehension of our avaricious tendencies. Compelled by his idiosyncratic kindness he gave out even if it meant he'd go without a few valued luxuries. He was pale but who among us wasn't, the lack of sun made sure of that. Our sheltered existence presented many health issues for Farlan especially. His legs acted up every once in a while. They failed to work and he was left unexpectedly weak which was a surefire way to get killed in the underground. His tactless way of speaking was amusing he was the first pinprick of light in a world this dark. Where we struggled to stay alive and relationships meant nothing even blood ties were broken apart so easily.
The second pinprick of light came in the form of a unrefined street urchin who literally plopped onto my front door. She had magenta colored hair and fiery emerald eyes. On the day my silver eyes met Isabel magnolias emerald eyes I was enthralled by her passionate glare and her brash ways. Soon after the thugs who'd come to tarnish her innocence barged into the alley they'd wanted to desecrate the boyish body that hid behind me. They ended up with my knife in those bodies, for such loud scum they lasted only a short while and I dumped the bodies. Isabel joined our dysfunctional pack of misfits making it feel like a family. I taught them how to use the three dimensional maneuvering gear and together we took on jobs that rewarded us greatly.
We did the best that we could under our circumstances but then that bastard had to ruin it. The noble man of the underground Nicholas Lobov offered us a task and a reward that was irresistible. To gain citizenship on the surface we had to steal a document from the commander of the Survey corps Erwin Smith. This was not an easy task it was on the verge of suicidal but we reconsidered. He was an influential man in this autocracy that many feared. His cunning was beyond our wit he preyed on our delusions. Having felt like caged birds our whole lives once offered freedom we acted without regards to the dire possible consequences.
As agreed we let the Survey corps capture us and also as agreed we joined the Survey corps. Farlan took care of sneaking around to obtain a document that Lobov wanted from the leader of the Survey corps himself Erwin Smith. Essentially a suicide mission with unimaginable rewards. We played nice showed the Survey Corps that we could maneuver ourselves well enough. Our first expedition outside of the walls was when things really went to shit. Isabel had a natural affinity with wild animals or domesticated ones. Farlan specialized in theft, acting, lying, and being a annoying shit. He would go from overly generous to apathetic in an instant the change barely noticeable except for a few slight changes in his facial expression. I specialized in all areas and seldom followed orders before they died .