The ruling was decided. They called him a "weapon for and against humanity". Eren was to be handed over to the Military Police. Not the Survey Corps. He was going to become another target for the executioners' gun. Not the target of humanity's salvation like so many had hoped after Trost. They led him out to the yard behind the courthouse. Only a select few were allowed to witness the execution: Erwin, Levi, the record keeper, Mikasa, and (after several accounts of begging) Armin.
The yard had a tall, brick wall surrounding it and the fading beige tile still had signs of dried blood on it. A solitary step rose up at one end. It was only a couple of inches high but it seemed like a mountain. Two MPs stood in front of a line etched into the tile, rifles loaded and in hand. Nile Dawk grabbed Eren and brought him up to the step. Eren was placed in the center-he still had his handcuffs on.
What a familiar sight, Eren thought, born inside of a wall only to die inside one.
Nile pulled a blindfold from his back pocket and tied it over Eren's eyes. The record keeper stood to the left of the two gunmen and Nile walked back to his spot on the right. The group of other witnesses stood in the back. Mikasa held Armins wrist like a stress ball. Tears puddled at the rim of her eyelids. Levi shot her a quick glance then spoke up.
"Oi, Nile. What's with the two guns? Scared one is going to miss?"
"If the target is a Titan, why not add in a bullet to the neck?"
Mikasa squeezed Armin's wrist tighter. He didn't even seem to notice her and kept his eyes glued on Eren. Nile looked at the record keeper and they nodded at each other. The record keeper then read off his clip board.
"Trainee Eren Jaeger is to be executed here today: June 24, of the year 850. Nile Dawk, commender of the Military Police, may begin the execution. Proceed."
"Ready!" Nile ordered.
The gunman raised their rifles.
"Aim!"
Their fingers moved to the triggers.
"Fire!"
Everything changed into slow motion. Mikasa could hear every tiny gear inside the rifles clicking as they triggers pulled back, the bullets left the barrel at different angles: one for Eren's neck and another for Eren's head. Then it all sped back up to reality. Two small spurts of blood popped out of Eren where the bullets entered. He just swayed there for a moment like nothing happened...then crumpled onto the ground. Mikasa let go of Armin and broke past the executioners-bolting towards Eren.
"Eren!"
She collapsed onto her knees and scooped his body up in her arms. Blood streamed down his neck and dyed her uniform. Everyone else walked inside, except for Armin who still stood there watching. Mikasa held Eren close and wailed loudly. Armin walked over slowly and looked down at them.
"Mikasa...I..."
"You can leave if you want," she hissed quietly,"you don't have to stay."
When Armin didn't move, she looked up at him with an expression that all but screamed for him to let her alone. He obliged and walked inside with the others. Mikasa sat alone in the yard holding Eren's body and sobbing to herself. No one came out to comfort her or console her. No one came to wrap a scarf around her and tell her it would all be okay.
"You left me Eren," she whispered through her ragged breaths,"I'm all alone. Like when I was little. I keep thinking you'll just turn into a Titan and come out of the neck again."
Blood dripped down on to the ground and formed little rivers in the grout lines. Mikasa's hands and uniform were covered in red. The rain washed all the blood into the gutter, leaving a pink stain behind.
"I'm alone again, Eren. Forgotten...Abandoned in the world..."
Hello peoplez. sorry it it took me forever to post this but ya know...school. I'm working on another one and i should have it up by the end of the week.