A/N: Thank you for clicking on here to read this. It means a lot to me, the reason it has been rated M is because the future events that I will be writing about are very dark. Also, I feel like Attack on Titan is a twisted story as well so they go hand in hand. There is also going to be a future relationship with Harva and a mystery character, though I don't intend there to be any explicit scenes there will be adult themes running through it.

I would also like to clarify that the main OC is Harva. You will be seeing the story through her eyes. The other OC character, Nova, is one my friend created, who may be getting future chapters of her own depending on what you guys think.

One final thing before you continue; this is set in the year 846, and is starting in the 103rd cadet class.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

"Where is this stupid kid?" The voice was unfamiliar to me.

"Who cares? The little monster probably ran away." Another man spoke. A whack came from the anonymous voices direction, followed with a little whelp.

"You fucking kidding me now? She's the whole reason for this commotion. If we return back to the MP's without the girl we have only done half the job!"

"Or we can just say we killed her too?"

"If we did we would have to get rid of the evidence…"Their voices ebbed away into nothing. I didn't want to hear them any more. The sight above me was unholy.

Red. That was all I could see. Red was on the floor, red was above me. I couldn't tell whose blood was whose. I didn't care. I couldn't. All I could see was red. Its heat singed my cheek, as it spilled down into my ear. Tears flooded my vision and poured into my ears. There was an eerie silence; I had never heard such an awful silence. It was a silence that screamed truth, something we always seem to strive for, but when it becomes too much for us to handle, we wish it would lie. Only I couldn't lie about this truth, I can't escape it. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I was both blinded and deafened.

"Mom-mmy" Was the only bubble of speech to come out of my mouth before I saw a new colour. One I welcomed and feared. Blackness.

My eyes snapped open. Adjusting to the light I saw a face hovering over me. A face that looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't recall her name.

"Hey, it's Harva right?" My mouth fumbled over what to say, I settled with a nod. "You're sweating like a sinner at church." She nodded towards the bed. I wasn't sure if that was her way of trying to ask I was ok. I was disorientated; I sat up and breathed a sigh of relief as the blanket fell off. Leaving my body to breathe, sure enough I was sweating badly.

"Did I scream?" The question threw the girl off, but she responded,

"No. Why?"

"Because I usually do." She leaned away and pushed a piece of brown hair away from her eyes. She crossed her arms,

"Great, so I get stuck with a screamer as a roommate." 'That's right. She is my roommate.'

"Nova, is it?" She nodded, "Sorry that I woke you up." I stood up and pushed away from her. Preparing some fresh clothes.

"You didn't, I'm an early riser." I nodded.

"Can I join you?" I presumed from her attire she was going to go and get some training in before wake up hours. She shrugged her shoulders,

"Sure. I'll wait outside for you." I waited until the door shut behind me before I slumped to the ground. 'I still can't remember them…the terrors.' I leaned against the wall before whispering to myself.

"Winging and worrying about it won't help. Just get up and do what you do best." I stood up and got dressed into my cadet gear, minus the jacket. When I opened the door Nova was leaning on the opposite wall. She swung by me and began to walk down the corridor. When I caught up with her she began to speak,

"So, you're new around here. I mean, like you just came here last night right?" I nodded and replied,

"Yes. I just got sent to our room, it was way past curfew." She stretched her arms while walking,

"No kidding, you nervous?"

"What? About starting our training?" My eyes watched my feet. My voice was dead.

"No." She chuckled and I looked at her. To my surprise she seemed genuine,

"Shit. You must have been through hell." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously,

"As must have you. I heard you were from Shiganshina." She stopped in the hallway and just looked out towards a window. I saw a lot of things in her eyes. Pain, anger, sadness. They were the main things,

"Yeah. I was there." My excitement peeked,

"so you've seen them? Up close?" She looked surprised by my interest in the titans. But then took the defensive.

"Yeah. Look, I don't know what you're thinking, but you should know that those titans…they're monsters. They don't deserve to be in this world." I felt my gaze drop. 'I wonder what you'd think of me…if you knew.'

"That is why we are here, right? To help humanity?" She snorted and she walked through the nearby door. I followed suit.

This was it. The place I would be calling home for the next three years. If I survived that is. I would be part of the 103rd trainee's squad, three years of what I presumed to be gruelling, agonising work. And it was supposedly all worth it, the promise of killing titans for saving humanity, that, or a ticket to a lap of luxury, three meals a day and no titans. However the latter seemed to me personally the more hostile. I had learnt through my life that humans are always the enemy, you can't rely on them. The only person you can rely on is yourself, and even then, if you aren't confident in yourself, you're screwed.

The outside was a huge arena of dried dirt, hardly any obstructions. Just an open plain area, perfect for practising sprints or laps. Around the outskirts of the area were several beams and obstacles. Nova broke the silence,

"I'm gonna do some laps. Join me if you think you can keep up." She seemed confident in her ability, good sign, just hope she doesn't kill herself in arrogance.

"No thanks, I'm going over there." I pointed at a beam that was about eight feet off the ground. Nova shrugged,

"Suit yourself." And she walked away stretching as she went.

~O~

"Remind me again, how long has she been like that?" I squinted an eye open, only just enough to see who was enquiring about me. It was a tall male, blonde and lightly built; at least that is what I thought he looked like. Considering I was upside down, it was a bit difficult to tell how tall he was. Nova shrugged her shoulders looking bored,

"Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes?" The blonde boy spoke again, he seemed bitter,

"Why is she even doing that?" This time another blonde male spoke about the same height as the other. This one had his hair tied out of the way in a bun. He spoke in a more worried tone,

"do you think she passed out? Should we get her down?" The other male snorted,

"You can if you want. I like seeing her like this. She's the newbie." As if that had some kind of resonance everyone whispered in nervous chatter.

I sighed; to which everyone seemed to react to, as if I had just thrown up or was some other nasty smell. They all took a step back. I breathed out,

"That won't be necessary." Again, a nervous whisper ran through the small crowd as I lifted myself onto the beam. I sat there for a few seconds as the blood seeped back into my body. My eyes opened, and spoke directly to the taller of the two blonde males, the one that had an annoying ring to his voice,

"I've heard that a lot of the soldiers fighting on the front line get faulty gear, or they become stuck in the trees, sometimes upside down." He crossed his arms,

"so what?" I shrugged my shoulders,

"so, if it were to happen to me, I want to be conscious for as long as possible if I were in that position. I'm training myself up." He snorted,

"sounds like you want to go into the suicide squad." I raised an eyebrow,

"what of it?"

"Nothing, personally I'd rather have three meals a day brought to me." My eyes narrowed. So, he's one of them, a wannabe Military Police Member. I stood and jumped nimbly off the beam, landing right in front of the blonde boy.

"Well, I hope you enjoy slacking off like a pig while there are other people giving their lives so you can enjoy that." Though I was several inches shorter than him I felt the shift in his attitude towards me. He immediately became more shrewd and cautious. I continued to stare, knowing he saw inside them as what I felt. Cold, dead, empty. A look that scared everyone, even me. A girl with black hair spoke up then,

"The bell for breakfast just went. We should get something into us before it begins." I nodded at her and moved silently away, not looking back.

When I got into the food hall I decided to sit in the empty table in the corner. I sat down and began to nibble on my bread and cheese, hopefully not drawing too much attention to myself. I looked around and saw Nova in the line for food. She was staring at me as well; we didn't share smiles or heart-warming exchanges. She had familiar look in her eye, one of darkness. I would have continued to stare at her if it weren't for a chirpy voice to interrupt me,

"hey, mind if I sit here?" A male's voice came from behind me, I turned and recognised the guy. He was the one who asked if they should set me back up on the beam. His smile was warm and welcoming and his eyes were the colour of clear blue water. He had an earnest and somewhat gentle appearance, even though he looked like he was built like an ox. I nodded at the seat opposite me. He took the gesture and thanked me. I clasped my hands together and stared at him intently, he at first tried to act disinterested but after about a minute he cracked.

"Do you always introduce yourself like that?"

"Yes." He chuckled and replied,

"Ah, not great at social situations?" I shook my head. Moreover, it's a force of habit to not give your name out so willingly. Where I come from, a name is all you have; It's your most valuable treasure. Lose it, or letting it fall into the wrong hands can lead to a world of trouble. "Then let me start. I'm Oslo." He reached his hand over the table, I took it and he shook it.

"Harva." With a mouthful of bread he spoke,

"Unusual name, I like it." The mouthful of bread seemed to handicap his ability to speak and that was all he could say, otherwise the bread would spill out of his mouth. I surprised myself in smiling for the first time in what seemed like a long time. A genuine smile, that I could feel myself becoming warmer and happier just by looking at Oslo attempting to eat the bread.

I had a good feeling about him.

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