Annie: Harsh and loud footsteps could be heard as she ran faster and faster. She was searching for someone. However it was unclear who she was searching for. Armin: Armin held the reins on his horse, riding forward at top speed. "Yah, YAH!" He yelled, continuously looking back at the titan following him. Annie: Annie was running behind him yet paid no attention to him. He wasn't her target. Armin: He continued to ride forward, and began to stand up on his stirrups, tentatively removing the hood from his face. Annie: Annie saw it was Armin and began to run slightly faster. Armin: He tugged at the reins, and made to horse veer to the left, stil

 The blond boy sat quiet, his eyes blindfolded by a rough, black fabric. His eyesight wasn’t good anyways. He had been told this by his master, the one he would call a tyrant, but he also knew from experience. He has seen a bit and could barely make out an imagine, although he could make out a figure when he saw one. Who cares though? Armin, also known as the Circus Monster, sat in his cage. Not a word was to come out of him unless he was singing to the crowd. He was only allowed to talk to fellow performers, which he rarely did anyways. By nature, the boy was shy, but what he was or his looks didn’t help. He had a beautiful voice

I have now been contaminated by bacteria, and you won't be able to escape anywhere. Recently my heart has gotten ill, too. It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts. The blond boy walked around town. His hair was short yet long enough to reach the bottom of his chin. He wore a white button up short, but instead of having his collar folded down, it stuck up. It wasn't because he was ill-mannered or anything. It was the fact he had something to hide. As he walked down the streets, he hesitantly reached up near the left side of his neck, where a large trail-almost like a burn- traveled from right under his chin, down to his shoulders and onto his