"I will live—" the dark girl breathed, voice torn in its efforts to remain calm. “I will fight my way out, or I will die.”
What she really needed was a savior.
Nile was on his way back home. It was a normal day. Besides chasing idiots across the walls for bloody paperwork, filing and re-delegating said paperwork when the only marks on it were dried drool, hoping that Smith didn’t drag him into anything stupid without consent, and filtering through what little information he gets from Central, there was nothing that would pop up as abnormal or strange.
Unfortunately for him, the key word was literally was.
On the flip side of the coin, one might say that it was extremely fortunate that his day didn’t end up as any other day.
Blood was unfortunately a common smell to encounter within the walls of Sina, but screaming wasn’t something that oft accompanied said smell.
A noble woman had fainted from shock and her attendants clamored around her to assist her. Two children, one a preteen and the other no older than five, stood nearby. Judging by their dress, they appear to be a part of the entourage of the noble.
Nile approached the eldest. “I’m a member of the Military Police. Is there something of concern?”
The boy didn’t respond, but his friend piped up. “They flew! They danced, some fireworks went off, and then your friends left!”
An eyebrow was raised as Nile knelt down to give eye contact to the little girl. “The police? Fireworks?”
"Who else can fly? It’s day time, so I didn’t see them, but I heard the fireworks! I did, I did!"
"I see. Did you see where they flew from?"
"Down the alley in front of us. Momma and Lady Suzanne went to look, but…"
A rock settled into Dawk’s stomach. Mary was waiting for him at home and his own two brats were eager to share their daily adventure with him. He could just send some other officers on duty to ground zero and investigate it tomorrow morning.
He didn’t have to deal with Central’s desperado attack on someone or thing tonight.
A heavy sigh exited his mouth and Nile continued despite any warning bells. “I’ll go take a look. Can you be a brave little police helper and tell that idiot officer by the streetpost to get a cart from the Military Police to this location and make sure your mother and Lady Suzanne are safe?”
The little girl nodded brightly and scampered off, but the boy caught onto his sleeve before he could walk away. Wide brown eyes blinked fearfully he gaped like a fish a few times, apparently searching for the words that he was missing. Mary had a slightly darker shade of brown than the teen here. Will the next little baby have her eyes? Will the child lose its innocence at such a young age as well? The stream of increasingly high pitched words knocked Dawk back into reality. “-will they come after us? We saw some of it- heard some of it. The other servants weren’t quiet about it.”
A dark growl escaped his throat before he could stop it. “Over my dead body.”
At a later time and date, Nile might reflect on the accuracy of his words. It was much better to draw Central’s attention from innocent civilians to someone in a better position to defend themselves, but it literally might cost him his head. However, nothing of the sort ran through his mind when he stumbled upon the limp body curled up in the dust.
The commander had seen this girl several times, once in person and the others through artistic renditions in old cases and military reports. They left her face intact- a noble would pay a pretty penny for those ‘exotic’ features, if she managed to survive until they decided to pick her body up.
Dawk knelt beside the body, gently shifting the soldier into a more comfortable position. Soothing words exited out of habit and worry as he worked, cleaning open wounds with what little water he was carrying with him. Bandages that were normally left for clumsy couriers that slice their hands apart with a letter opener were quickly wrapped around the biggest wounds. She was still alive. She will last until they safely transfer her into his medical wards, where she will be safe from Central for a short while.
Mikasa Ackerman of the Survey Corps was still alive.
He was going to kill Smith for bringing children into this.