Chapter 1- The Transfer Student

Third Person P.O.V.

Eren and her mother were in an old, dilapidated building way out in the middle of the forest. She could see the stars shining above, winking in and out of existence in the starry night sky. Then, out of nowhere, a few drops of red interrupted her reverie. Eren quickly looked over in the direction of the red in search of the source. But to her horror, she saw her mother, laying on the ground, coughing up her own blood. Eren screamed and did her best to wiggle over to her dying mother, her bonds chaffing at her wrists. She watched as the light slowly faded from her mother's kind eyes. It was such a shame that this beautiful night had to be tainted with blood and death.

Eren was completely outraged. Her dear beloved mother has just died right before her very eyes, and the killers were laughing it up as if they were at a carnival. They were catcalling and spitting at the now lifeless corpse. Filled to the brim with senseless rage, Eren ripped her bonds apart like they were nothing but a small piece of string. She soared toward one assailant, clawing at the murderer. She managed to grab the knife from him and slash at him with the blood-soaked knife without hesitation. He fell to his knees and never rose again. The men surrounding her looked shocked, mortified even. They began to back away from the murderous look they were receiving from this small ten year old child. She screamed her throat raw as she ran at the rest of the three men, slashing and stabbing and crying and screaming. Blood spewed everywhere. Finally, her rampage came to an inevitable end as the dead men surrounding her now looked up into the same sky with glazed-over eyes.

Eren dropped the knife from sheer exhaustion and began to sob her little heart out. She looked at her hands, now soaked in the same red substance. Blood. Eren collapsed onto the cold wooden floor next to her mother and blacked out.

"'No time for goodbye,' he said as he faded awa-"

SLAM!

"Ugh, stupid alarm clocks. They are such a blessing, and yet a terrible curse to humanity," Eren said as she sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She leaned forward, clutching her aching head. "Why can't that day just go away already?" She mumbled under her breath.

She finally conjured up the will to rise from her nest of blankets. She crawled out, rather un-lady-like, drowsily dragging herself to her closet.

"Yet another beautiful day, just to be ruined by the animal down the hall. What a shame." She said rather sadly.

Eren lazily grabbed a yellow sheer top and a golden tank-top, along with a pair of American Eagle skinny jeans and navy blue Vans. The only reason she could afford all of these nice things was because she held a second secret job so that she could buy herself some things. Though she did have some nice clothes, there were too few of them. They all could literally fit in one suitcase. But she didn't want people to question why she didn't have nice clothes, so she had to pretend she had money to draw the suspicion away.

She quickly, but oh so quietly, scrambled into them. She thanked whatever deity out there that she had a bathroom to herself in her room. She picked up her brush and began to work through the many curls that always appeared after she woke up, which was thoroughly annoying the crap out of Eren. She brushed and brushed her chocolate brown locks. Her hair was on the wavy side, and fell to a little below the shoulder. Then, she brushed her teeth and decided her appearance was satisfactory. However, the sad and tired look in her eyes never seemed to go away. At least, not since that day.

Eren glanced down, finding the little scars along the bottom of her neckline that she knew would proceed downwards to other parts of her body if she were to look. Eren decided to wear a blue plaid scarf and cardigan to try to cover up those hideous reminders of more dreadful times.

She grabbed her backpack off of the hook in her closet and walked to her bedroom door.

Eren peeked through the minuscule crack through her door to make sure the animal known as her father wasn't up yet. She suspected that Grisha had a hang-over, and was going to be in a particularly terrible mood if she were to wake him up. Her suspicions were naturally confirmed that her useless father, in fact, had been up drinking again. She could tell by the reeking stench in the house she could now detect without hesitation from all of the many years of the same old habits.

Eren tip-toed across the hall to the staircase, where she silently descended to the lower floor. She walked over to the front door and silently exited the building. Eren sighed in relief and began her small journey to Wall Sina High, her only reprieve from her nightmare called life. It was a sign of hope for her. Letting her know that soon, she could move out.

Eren thought about her nightmares, as always. She thought about her poor excuse for a father, who took his anger out on her all of the time, sober or not. And she thought about her mother. She promised herself that she would not sink so low as to escape her life, because that would make her mother's sacrifice meaningless and that is exactly what Grisha wanted. She would not disguise her emotional pain with physical pain either. She would never allow Grisha the satisfaction. Instead, she held her head high and walked confidently into her school, which she now realized she had arrived at, since she was thinking so deeply. Eren strode into the big front doors of her school and walked over to the section of lockers that housed her own. She walked up to number 221 and with practiced ease unlocked her locker, pulling out her books for the first three periods.

As Eren began her walk to first period, she walked by an empty classroom. A hand then shot out of nowhere, yanking her into the dark room, She heard a door slam and was suddenly pressed to the wall. Her hands were then trapped under a firm grip and placed on either side of her head, causing her books to drop to the ground. She scowled as one hit her foot on its descent to the floor. She looked up angrily, only to be met with the gaze with none other then Jean Kirstein, a.k.a Horseface. Her eyes blazed with anger as she spit with venom,

"What on this blazing earth do you want this time, Horseface?"

He chuckled a bit, and replied, "Now, don't be rude, I was just wondering if you had, perhaps, changed your mind," His voice suggested that he was trying to talk in a silky voice, but he was failing pitifully.

"About?" Eren asked rather coldly, thought not unwarranted.

"Why, my offer to become my girlfriend, of course! What else would there be?"

Eren mumbled under her breath a few choice obscene words before looking back up with her signature glare. She was pretty well known around school for having one of the iciest glares around. She answered the ridiculous boy with a low and fearsome voice,

"Listen well, Horseface. I will never, ever, become your girlfriend. Not even if the human race depended on it and you were the last man alive. My answer will always remain the same, no matter what you may do. You might as well give up now and stop wasting my precious time. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a class I need to attend," Eren said as she tried to turn away from the moron in front of her.

"Well, you're as bull-headed as ever, I see. Maybe this will change your mind."

Jean suddenly swooped in and planted a kiss on Eren.

Her eyes opened to full capacity in shock, before rapidly turning into a glare. She kneed him, hard, right in the groin, then gave him an uppercut that sent the horse flying. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand in distaste and gave the nastiest glare imaginable. The toughest gangster would have wet his pants had he been the object of her gaze.

"I thought I told you that nothing would change my mind. What part of that didn't you comprehend? Was it the never? Or the no? Hmm, I have a wonderfully brilliant idea: the notion didn't go through your head because you literally have no brains. You're an anomaly. A horse with no brains can still live. How interesting. Anyway, I hoped that taught you a lesson, if that's even possible. If I am late to class, your head will be served to me on a silver platter."

And with that, Eren quickly grabbed her fallen books and slammed the classroom door open. She raced to her class, and just before the tardy bell sounded, she had taken her seat and thrown her bag to the floor, all the while stomping around. She pressed her hand to her head, willing the pounding headache to go away. The students were all scared of the storm hovering over Eren, so they dared not to approach her. Her seat was situated in the far right corner of the room. Curious glances were thrown in her direction, to which she just shrugged off. "Horseface better appreciate that he didn't make me late," Eren mumbled under her breath.

"Is Jean giving you trouble again?" the student sitting in front of her asked.

Eren studied him for a couple moments. He had longer blond hair, styled into a bowl cut. He had oceanic blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and overall happiness. Eren immediately envied him. She fumbled around in the jumbled up parts of her mind before his name popped into her mind: Armin Arlet. Since he was only wondering after her well being, Eren decided to confide in him.

"Yeah, same as usual, I guess."

"He sure is a royal pain in the rear end," Armin sighed.

Eren chuckled a bit. "No kidding."

The final bell rang at that moment, ending any further conversation. The teacher, Mr. Oluo, looked up from the magazine he was reading, which no doubt was most likely not allowed on school premises, and shoved it into a drawer. He stood up, walked around to the front of the class, whilst clearing his throat, which effectively stopped any lingering conversation. He began to speak.

"O.K., you filthy brats, we have a new student joining us today." This news seemed to rouse the students' attention. A new student, especially this late in the year, was rare, and it caused no end to gossip. Mr. Oluo coughed again, which drew the eager students' attention again. "As I was saying, we have a new transfer student. He transferred here form who-knows-where and decided to join this pigsty of a school. Meet your new classmate, Levi Acker- OW!"

A couple of still immature students giggled as he had bit his tongue for the umpteenth time. This was a new record for our pathetic teacher. It was so early in the morning. Normally, he didn't start until around second period.

The door then opened and we all heard a "Tch!" as the presumed transfer student entered the classroom.

"I hope you plan on cleaning up the blood on the floor. I absolutely despise messes."