Trigger Warning- The story is mature, but I am warning you. This chapter does contain some triggers. You've been warned, read at your own risk.
Chrysanthe's mother had killed herself when she was four. After being found by Achilles she really only gave her a week to settle down. In that week she only had bread and water. She was later told it was to help her gain fat. For a year she was trained in gymnastics, until she was up to par with her trainer.
The first years were tough, but she had gained muscle. Her body was fluid, moving with elegance. After her trainer was gone, a new one had come. Kenny the Ripper, or Kenny Ackerman. He trained the girl for three years. He was impressed with the girl, and even tried to buy her. Achilles denied immediately, knowing that she would be his shoulder.
During her training, he mentioned his sister's son that he had left. She only remembered the boy because Kenny said one they were going to battle it out. Kenny had "claimed" his nephew's kill, if it ever arised. Levi Ackerman was his name. Kenny had made sure that she knows this for the future, for he knew she would be a ruthless killer. She would probably surpass him in kills.
"Little flower, I have a proposal for you. You know that group you saw tonight?" Chrysanthe nodded her head, waiting for his speech.
"I need a favor. We need to kidnap Eren and Historia. If you help me get them, I can get you your knife. It's being held in a squad leaders lab. I know the location. So, help me, and I'll help you." Kenny was smug, but he always underestimated her.
"I actually already made a deal, and I never go back on my word. So, how about this. I'll just act as a tag along. I am not under your command, and I will make all my own moves. Almost like your shadow. How does that sound, hmmm?" Her voice was sad, but towards the end picked up with excitement. The man seemed to be thinking over the proposal.
'Nothing bad could come from this, but something good is almost guaranteed. She's a killer.' Kenny nodded his head slowly. He got up, motioned for the other woman, both leaving through the window.
'This will be fun next few days.'
Time skip~
Chrysanthe sat atop the gate leading to the outside. Her thoughts were aimless, that is until she heard a wagon running in her direction. ODM gear could be heard, she could see people maneuvering through the city following the wagon. She could see Eren and Historia in the back of the cart. It looked as if she was going to make it, but then Armin and another soldier landed on the cart. To her, and what seemed like the other boy's surprise, Armin pulled the trigger on the woman in Kenny's gang.
'He might actually have balls.' Chrysanthe grinned. Maybe she should help Kenny out. She used her ODM to jump into the cart. She grabbed the fallen soldier and threw him out of the cart. Laughing she turned around and faced the blonde.
"You aren't getting him back right now. So, leave and think of a better plan. Buh-bye now!" Her voice was so sweet, but Armin knew she was right.
"Please. Just hear me out before I leave. I love him so much. He's the only one for me, so please. Please don't kill him for me." Armin's eyes were covered with a layer of glass as he left. Chrysanthe was still. His eyes had stared right into the heart and soul. The woman was motionless, for she had never seen a soulmate bond in action.
In his eyes she could see all kinds of foreign emotions to her. Her subconscious had already made up its mind, and her heart was accord. She would not hurt Eren, and try to not let him be killed. Now, this was going to be an issue.
TIme skip~
Walking next to Kenny, she traveled underground once again.
"Now, this is different from the underground I know." Kenny looked over to Chrysanthe, only to see a small smirk painted on her face. This place was beautiful, open, bright. Chrysanthe couldn't stop the way her eyes moved from place to place. She was admiring the view.
'A place of true art.' Chrysanthe watched as Kenny's gang was getting things set up and prepared for any disruptions that may arise. She followed Kenny through the open areas into what looked like an altar. Eren was chained on a ledge, a man and Historia below him on the ground. Kenny called the man Rod Reiss, and they were having a conversation. Chrysanthe couldn't care, for her focus was on Eren. He looked sad, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
The woman looked over to the men, and Historia. Her eyes zeroed in on the keys in the man's hand. Rod held the keys that would release Eren. She moved quietly and quickly. Kenny was arguing with him, so she used his distraction to her advantage. She grabbed the keys and moved towards Historia. Chrysanthe pulled Historia into her embrace. The keys now rested in the blonde's hand.
"Help him escape. I don't know what's happening, but sacrificing him for anything is wrong. Even I, the notorious 'Chrysanthemum', know this. Be better Historia." Her voice was gentle, and barely audible. Historia had heard the woman loud and clear, as if she was speaking directly into her soul. Chrysanthe didn't understand why she was so gentle to this woman, or why she cared. She let go of Historia and moved back to Kenny.
"I don't know you, or your past. But deep down, inside your heart, I know you are good. One day, I'll help you see that." Chrysanthe sighed. Her body continued to move and she made no sound.
'If only that were true. You have no idea how much I wish that was true.' Her thoughts were soft, but she needed them to disappear. Taking a deep breathe the woman walked right past Kenny and continued back towards the entrance. Once she was sure Kenny, and his gang, couldn't see her, she pulled out a small blade.
'I need to get back. If I stay this way, I won't be able to continue my duty.' Rolling up her sleeve she dragged the blade along her already scarred skin. The knife cut like butter, the blood arose gently and dripped swiftly. Pain rushed through her body, the sight of the blood and the pain bringing her back. Back into reality.
'Ah. Yes, blood. There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling. Everything about this place is extremely unappealing. In this madhouse everyone is depressed. This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest. We have no exterminator to keep this pest out. We will spend our life in this place no doubt.' Her favorite poem ran laps in her head, making her zone out. Chrysanthe was back to herself.
The woman had only needed one deep cut for her mind to be put back into the right mindset. She was back to the cold blooded killer, who she really was.
The sound of an explosion and gunfire drew her attention. Looking at Kenny's gang, she realized Levi and his soldiers were attacking. She watched the battle, but made no move to interfere. While watching, her eyes were drawn to Armin. He seemed to be making his way to a fallen woman. The woman's shoulder was injured, and unconscious.
"God damnit. I am gonna kill you all!" Levi's cold voice echoed in the caverns. Chrysanthe saw the fear, anger, and hatred burn in his grey eyes. Her gaze moved back to the pair, her eyes widening. Armin was wide open for an attack, a member of Kenny's gang taking this to his advantage.
Her eyes widen, her body moving into action before a plan could be made. Her body was fast, the human eye could not keep up with her. In mid air, she pulled out her knife. Chrysanthe's elbow winded back, within seconds the man's life was over. While flying through the air, she threw a knife with deadly accuracy. The knife planted itself in the middle of the man's head, his death being swift.
Reaching Armin she frowned. A small pool of blood surrounded the woman's shoulder. For the second time this week, she had felt a pull to someone. She had to admit, the woman was beautiful.
"She's injured pretty bad. I need some bandages, or something to stop the bleeding. Could you help me?" Armin's eyes were hopeful as he glanced up to the woman.
"I don't do the whole, help thing. I can give you my shirt though." Chrysanthe pulled off her large shirt, leaving her in a tightly fitted t-shirt. The fresh wounds, and scars on display. Armin eyes couldn't seem to move on from that. Her arms looked beyond mutilated, the skin rough. Her body was beyond toned, but it was scary. Her ribs could be seen. She looked sick.
"Move on kid. She doesn't have a lot of time, and neither does your soulmate."
"But... you're hurt. Your arms, they are all cut. Some of them are bleeding."
"Leave it be kid. They aren't going to hurt me." Armin nodded slowly, but he was still concerned. He started to take off the section commander's coat and shirt. She was left in a tank top. Chrysanthe's eyes looked over the woman's body but froze once her eyes landed on the woman's shoulder (the uninjured one). A dull tattoo rested there. The lines were so familiar, twisting elegantly. She knew that tattoo. Infact, she had mutilated it once. She had the exact same one on her shoulder. (This is their shared tattoo)