So. I am trying my hand on an Attack on Titan fanfic. Because I borrowed the DVD from my local library and I was completely drawn in.

I have a conflicted love for Eren. There are times where I wanna hug him to death and other times where I wanna punch him in the face.

Anywho, read and, hopefully, enjoy. I hope to God I've kept them in character.

The first time I've opened my eyes, red, orange, and gray was spiking into the skies. The haze in my mind was overwhelming as my eyes flitted hither and thither. Where was I? Why am I laying on the ground? What was that dull roar?

Everything hurt. I tried to move my legs, but I could not find the muscles to make them obey, to rise and find somewhere to go. I inhaled through my teeth, feeling ash slip through the crevice, down my throat, choking me. Something sounded off in the distance, distorted to my ears—another dull roar. Breathing sharply now, I forced my head to turn, my eyes flickering.

The houses that once stood here were utterly annihilated, crushed into dust. Among the wreckage towered a giant, with bulging eyes and a vacant, twisted smile on its visage as it lumbered to where I lay. Far off, giants like this one were distracted by something else, for they gave chase—some running, some merely trudging along. Raw panic filled my lungs, gripped my heart. It was something that was supposed to be familiar, yet…

What were these creatures?

A massive hand swooped down and I felt the large digits curl around my body and I was raised into the air. My fingers dug into the giant's flesh from shock and I whipped my head around wildly. Everywhere my eyes flew, there was destruction, screams, and lumbering giants. Smoke seared across the air, stinging my eyes. My eyes turned to the giant's face, my breath catching when it opened its mouth wide. I was being inched nearer and nearer to its jaws and I dug my nails futilely into its flesh. A siren of sound blasted from my throat as the dark cavern of its mouth overcame the sky, ash, and destruction.

That's when I heard it—a roar so loud that my insides quaked.

That's when I felt it—something heavy colliding with the creature's body, gripping its arm and yanking me from its mouth before it could bite down.

That's when I saw it—another one of those creatures, yet it couldn't possibly be similar. Dark hair hung in its face—but what a face, teeth exposed as though it were a permanent smile, yellow eyes alight with something savage. It didn't have flesh like the giant that held me in its grasps—it looked as though it were nothing but pure muscle. The grip this creature had on the giants arm tightened as it gave a violent tug and a sickening sound of flesh tearing, bone breaking, shattered the air as the giant's arm was severed. I screamed as the second giant flung the severed arm, my body clenched in its fist. The wind whistled sharply in my ears, violently whipping my hair forward as the hand that once had a tight grip on my body became lax so that I was hurled in the air.

I heard another sharp whistle and bit back a gasp as I felt myself collide into something else and propelled forward. A tight grip was around my middle, but I was too consumed by shock to take notice until my legs met a rugged surface. A dull buzzing reached my ears and my mind whispered, someone is speaking to you.

Dark eyes and dark hair invaded my field of vision and I felt a startled noise tear from my throat, scrambling away using the strength of my arms. The person before me—a female—gazed at me in silence. I met her gaze, my heart thrumming violently beneath the protection of my bones, as my eyes flicked around my surroundings. That creature that tore the giant's arm off was stomping off somewhere. What on earth was it?

I had been surprised to, for when the first giant seized me, I was overcome with raw fear. When the second creature appeared, ripping that giant's arm off—whereas saving me in the process—I didn't feel fear when I laid eyes on it. Where the panic should have been was something else, something that wasn't fear.

Was it…fascination?

"Hey." The female that had caught me as I hurled through the air was looking at me with a look that strongly resembled curiosity. My teeth furrowed into my lower lip, silently conveying to her with my eyes to proceed with what she was going to say. She must have realized, for she did press on. "Are you hurt?"

Was I? I looked down, my hands clenching my white skirt—was I wearing it the entire time? —and drawing it up to unveil my knees. There were dark marks on the skin and that made me wonder if that was why I had been unable to make my legs move. I lifted my eyes to the girl and took in her apparel. Boots, white trousers, the jacket—

Something clicked in my memory. That jacket was familiar. I raised my shaking hand, moving it to at least grab the sleeve of the jacket in my hand. The girl didn't move. My fingertips barely grazed the cloth when a voice called out, "Mikasa!"

Two males had come to us, and the blond one had gone to the strange object to her sides and fiddled with them. The other one stood, something in him on edge. I ignored them, for they began to talk about something until the blond one pointed at the creature as it tromped out of sight. Were they going to hurt it? Part of me hoped not. As twisted as it seemed…that creature had initially saved my life.

"What about that girl, Mikasa?" asked one of the males.

The girl—Mikasa-looked at me. "I don't know. She hasn't said a word. All I know was that she survived a Titan attack."

Titan…that word was familiar. It stirred something inside of me, faint, echoing through my bones. I struggled to get to my feet, pain shooting through my legs. My mind chanted the word repeatedly, as if it were a prayer—or a curse. Titan. Titan. Titan.

I jolted when I felt a hand on my shoulder, my body recoiling so violently that I crashed to my knees. The blonde male had stepped back with a shocked expression on his face. "H-Hey, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" he stammered.

My heart was quaking inside of me, but I couldn't find my voice. Couldn't form words. Why couldn't I? Why…?

"What's your name?" the blonde asked me.

Name…my name? That stirring at the question was stronger, so much so that the word appeared in my mind. I forced my tongue to form the words. "D-Da…Dam-m…Dam…ara…" A hoarse voice whispered. Was that my voice?

"Damara?" asked the other male, scrutinizing me. I didn't like how he looked at me so suspiciously. "Your name's Damara?"

Did he not hear me? I nodded. That was the only name I could unearth in my consciousness. Damara…that was my name, I know it. My core rattled with it. Mikasa spoke then, businesslike. "We need to take Damara somewhere safe. We can't take her with us or she'll be Titan fodder."

Titan fodder…something seared in my mind, but it was still foggy. Unclear. Whatever was uttered next, I didn't hear. All I know was that the other male, whose name I didn't catch, turned his back to me and urged me to get on his back. I didn't argue, merely did so because something told me it was safer to be wherever they planned to take me. I shut my eyes as suddenly we hurled through the air. I wanted to see the creature that had saved me. Something in me wanted to see it…wanted to see if I could thank it…

I was placed in the care of unfamiliar civilian when the other male took me to a safe place. It was where I was now, standing on trembling legs, my hand in the other civilian's hand for support as I gazed at nothing in particular, only lost in my own meditations. I could stand no longer and sank to my knees.

"Dear," the woman whispered to me. "Dear, are you all right?"

I nodded slowly, closing my eyes and exhaling a soft breath. She spoke again. "Are you sure? You witnessed something horrific out there, my dear. Why weren't you here when the Survey Corp and Military Police…?" She paused.

I wished I could tell her how I was missed. The only thing that I was sure of was that the first time I woke up, all I saw was smoke and fire. Then I saw those giants—one aiming to devour me, the other obliviously saved me. What horror did I see exactly? What was frightening amidst that chaos and crumbling buildings that had been people's homes?

I wanted to go outside. I wanted to see what was frightening out there. I wanted to know why everyone was so scared of those giants, when there was one kind one among them. The woman looked so motherly, but I wasn't soothed. This agitated me almost as much as being clustered here.

I could hear a commotion outside. Someone was crying out; a loud clamoring of voices ringing about out there. I bit down on my lower lip, a nervousness gnawing at me. I wondered about the girl who had caught me after being hurled through the air. Mikasa, was that her name?

"Dear?" There was that damn soothing voice again. "Dear, you're lost in thought. Are you sure you are feeling all right?"

I nodded, bringing my knees to my chest. Wisps of black fell into my eyes and I brushed the strands away impatiently. Sitting around like this, it irritated me to no end. Instead I opted to listen to the murmurs of the other people. From the sound of things, the town I was found in was called Trost, and it was besieged by the Titans prowling around, being subdued by the soldiers called the Survey Corp and Military Police.

Survey Corp, Military Police…My mind whispered. The fog within the confines of my conscious grew heavier, as though something was blocking the way to the answer. I was jolted from my reverie when a voice boomed, "I want to see the kid who survived being devoured by a Titan."

That's you, my mind whispered. The woman at my side grasped my hand to help me stagger to my feet and guided me forward, to a man who had an unapproachable aura about him. He studied me and it made me nervous. "Unable to speak?" he asked bluntly. I averted my eyes. The only things that escaped me were either screams or the one time where my name passed from my lips. He was expecting an answer, so I nodded.

"Can't be helped, I guess. I was told by a few kids that you were ripped from the grips of a Titan by its own brethren," the man said shortly. I blinked at how quickly he brought my dilemma up. He must have thought I understood because he continued. "We've got that Titan in custody. Would you like to see him?"

Him? The soldiers that were out there found the Titan? My hands curled against my skirt and I nodded. Without another word, the man spun on his heel and began to walk away. I forced my throbbing legs to follow him, my blood racing through me. We were venturing somewhere deep and dark, lit by only torches—a dungeon? Why would a Titan be here? The ones I've seen were massive.

We were reaching the end of the corridor, past many empty cells. The man stopped in front of the very last cell and I stopped beside him. His eyes glanced at me, then to the cell as he spoke crisply. "Hey, Jaeger. Someone wants to see you."

I turned my eyes to the cell and walked forward tentatively, my hand reaching out to grasp the cool bar of the door.

Chained onto a bed was a boy around my age, with dark brown hair, teal eyes, tan complexion. This boy was the Titan that pulled me from the grip of death? My heart thudded with horror that he was chained up like an animal. My hand tightened on the bar as I spun to glare at the man who brought me here. He met my glare with an indifferent stare of his own. "Why are you glaring at me, brat?" he asked coolly. "Something upsetting you?"

Knowing that trying at words will fail me, I gestured with my free hand violently toward the boy, my eyes narrowing as a fierce anger gripped me. The bars rattled beneath my hands as they shook with such violent emotion.

"Captain Levi, who…is that?" asked the boy softly. I turned my head to look back at him, meeting those teal eyes. I could only give him my name, the only word that I've ever formed on the tip of my tongue. It came from my lips fluidly this time as I pointed to myself. "Damara."

"So the kid can speak." The snark came from the man behind me—Levi, the boy had addressed him. I ignored him, instead opting to focus on the boy chained before me. I pointed at myself again. "Damara," I repeated before I slipped my hand through the bar and pointed my index finger at him.

Confusion was flickering in those eyes. I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes for only a second, before I opened them. I worked my tongue to try and form words that they would ask. "Y-Yo…Your…n-name…"

Breathing hard, a dull thumping stemmed from my temples. Forcing myself to speak was agonizing. I pulled my hand from the cell, seeing the boy's eyes wide with something like confusion and wonder. I didn't want to repeat myself again; my tongue felt dry and heavy.

I heard him take a breath. "Eren," he said softly before his eyes glanced off of mine. I tilted my head and, despite of my pounding headache and dry tongue, I tried my hand at trying to speak again. "Ti…Tita…n?"

His eyes shot back to me, this time there was anger in them. "What?"

I flinched, but didn't back away. "Ti…Titan…E-Ere…n?" I breathed nervously, my tongue lolling uselessly in my mouth. The anger grew in his eyes, so much so, that I turned away. What was this? How could he be a Titan?

"She wanted to thank you, you piece of crap," Levi told him swiftly. I looked at the man, seeing his arms crossed over his chest. He continued. "We were told that while you were in your Titan form, you ripped this girl away from another Titan. You saved her life."

"I…I did?" Eren whispered and I chanced a glance at him. He looked shocked, his mouth open, eyes wide. He looked at me. "I…I saved you?" he asked me quietly.

I felt my lower lip tremble. Why did I want so badly to answer him?

"Please answer me. I know you can." There was a plea in his voice. "Did I save you?"

Closing my eyes, I nodded my head slowly. When I opened my eyes again, there was something else settling in his eyes. Shock and…relief?

"All right, you've both had your chat." I jumped when Levi's hand dropped unceremoniously onto my shoulder. I glanced at him nervously as he spoke. "I'm taking her back out. You've got another positive thought, Jaeger. Someone obviously sees the worth in you."

I looked back at Eren for the last time, a heavy feeling inside of me that told me that I wouldn't see him again after this. Levi guided me away from his cell as my hand slipped from the bar I gripped so tight. I wanted to stay. I wanted to know him.

Confusion caught me in its tendrils, snaking its way around my body and holding me fast.

Why did I want that so much?