Hello everyone it's AnimeDrawist! Now for those of you who are waiting for the next chapter of 'Familia Funesta' sorry but it won't be updated until school reopens! This is because I am more focused on summer assignments at the moment and for that Fanfiction I want to make sure I give it all the proper attention it needs, it's a very complicated fic.
Recently I've been getting into SnK and I had this idea and I had to complete at least the prologue! I already have most of the fic planned out, and I also plan for this to be lengthy one, heck it might even require a sequel!
Now for the warnings:
- This story contains ocs! While there are no Mary–sues, I understand that some people just do not warm up to the idea of fan made characters in a canon setting, so if you are one of these people you have been warned.
-There might be oc shipping with canon characters. Now I honestly doubt I will pursue this unless I feel it helps make the story flow better, but I tend to stray from that to avoid Mary-sues. However when the story becomes more developed and gains depth I will ask you're opinion of oc shipping to see whether or not it appeals to you guys.
However this all depends if a get good feedback from this prologue and I see that people are interested in reading more!
Enough of my rambling.
Let's end with a disclaimer!
I, Anime Drawist, receive no profit or monetary compensation from this fan made story, I do not and will never own Shingeki no Kyojin and all characters excluding my original creations do not belong to me. Enjoy the prologue! (Damn that was hella long)
[Sorry but I'm a perfectionist, and after posting this and seeing so many grammatical errors I just couldn't leave it like that, so this is a re edit!]
744
Three digits that can be rearranged and mixed and meshed into combinations that can all be interpreted differently by the human mind. Numbers that can hold meanings both light as the pristine smile as a child or as heavy and as dark as a large stone, like the ones that would sink in the hearts of the inhabitants of this number.
For these people 744 was a time, a place, it was 744, year 744.
It was a place where gunshots and bombs flew as carelessly as the paper planes constructed with cheap scraps of paper by children as they'd play on a Sunday afternoon. For once they could try and pretend that the world was a happy and sweet place.
It was a time and place where 744 simply didn't exist.
It was 7 multiplied by 4 and then quadrupled again; it was one hundred and twelve. The number of people dying by the seconds as the same gunshots pierced holes through the same cheap paper planes.
Through the planes, and straight through the children that had created them. The children who had hoped that their dreams of peace could have soared just as the plane briefly had.
744 was the number of families torn by war and the number people that killed them by the day.
But for some people it was a pleasant number. Or rather, a powerful number that could be distorted to their use and used to multiply their own dreams, like paper planes made of corroded black paper.
It was $744,000,000 of tax payer money. It was money they could use to further strengthen the tragedy that was year was research money to create the people that would sail their black paper planes, and it was money that turned people into mindless killers without their consent and knowledge, some who may have even killed their own families. And whom all ended up disfigured from the boiling blood of their brethren and the pressure of being only what they where created to be, Killers.
754
Now things have changed. 754 had more grave meanings than 744. 754 continued to intensify in strength and number. It was 754 multiply by itself. 754 Mindless killers, of sorrow and chained by the deepest shackles even if overcoming humans greatest heights. In a literal respect, seeing as they grew by the meters, but regular humans like to name and label the things they don't understand. So lest we be incorrect, let us just call them, 'Titans'.
Titans only doing as they were taught and being hunted for doing the wrong that they were taught was right, 754 of them,
568,516 of them
428,661,064 of them
And All the while they would multiply by the number 754.
764
Now to be crass 764 was never important, but rather only the number held now weight. No math, no more of the devil's arithmetic. It was simply the science of hatred, the science of casting off mistakes of those who were wrong to bear it down onto the hearts of the righteous.
They loved only themselves, hated mostly by themselves. Hating what they've become, hating the helplessness of not being able to quit their acts and crimes against the humanity who cast not one thought before committing the same crimes onto them. They hated their new home of putrid flesh and large muscles that would only act on its instinct to kill. Hating humanity, hating themselves, Hating.
Hating.
774
Loving.
They loved the sense of regression from gigantic man eating versions of themselves. Feeling the energy starting to compress back into itself and shrink. If they could dehumanize into these monsters,
Who said they couldn't evolve back to normal?
784
Confliction.
Confliction of emotions spiraling haywire as quickly as canon balls used to be fired towards their heads. How long were they trying to reach into this wall to rejoin the humanity that distorted their lives and left them as if they were the ones who were wrong just for existing? How long would they be here trying to urge away the hands of their Titan counterparts and tell them that killing to kill was what got them into this despairing hell hole? It was of people killing to kill other people and using them for it, of people killing to kill them as they did what they were programmed to do. A wall they both wanted to brake and to watch in awe. And they would ask themselves,
"If humanity can build such a big wall for protection, why can't I destroy a wall of emotion and flesh for my own protection?
Have I lost my humanity?"
794
Humanity.
H-u-m-a-n-i-t-y.
I do not need it. They can build walls, and then I can break them down. I don't need the people who shunned us because of their mistakes. Lose humanity, shed it like the faith they lost in you, and we'll become bigger from our loss of it. This is because humanity is a weak species. If we lose it, then we can become stronger, if we lose it we can destroy this wall and-
And-
Become human again?
We never wanted to kill, none of us ever did. All we want
All we want is to become human again.
804
People were crying.
People were shaking.
People were outside the wall.
People realized they weren't people.
They were titans, I was a titan. I am a titan in a person's body. I am a caged Titan, I-I…
No, I am not a titan? I do not wish to kill people to kill people; I wish to kill people to save titans. I wish for revenge, I wish for nothing but revenge.
But then why do I look human? Why am I being chased by titans? Why are we a group of huddled sorry excuses of Titans caged in people, were we not but monsters a second ago? Are we still monsters?
Monsters…?
814
Angels!
We are angels! Ten years of being chased by the Titans we thought we were, surviving outside the walls without the need of people we all realized, we are angels! Or maybe not angels, we are creatures of justice. Yes justice, not revenge, but the urge to right the wrongs done to us, we are the opposite of humans.
We are reverse humans.
We are right.
824
We began thinking, we began to devise plans. No, we are taking action! If we look human, than people will assume we are people. So why not walk in, like people would walk on two legs? We have evolved from our dehumanized states and become human agai-
No.
We have evolved from devolving, we have evolved into a species greater than Human. We have become a perfect Titan. No, we are the embodiment of our suffering friends. So if we have the means to do it, why not? Become people,
To destroy people.
834
We have done it. People perceive us as people, simply because we have the perfect appearances that fit the expectations of humanity! People are stupid, for how they did not suspect us more I do not understand. People have made rules; people have made organizations, to stop our Titans they perceive as monsters no less!
Well in order to stop the machine, you must get in between the gears, so we join what we cannot immediately defeat.
We reverse humans are not stupid, we would be dead in seconds if they truly knew what we were. Hide the scars on our necks. Give now hints to our tough skin, and leave no threads hanging. If we can use humanity to build us up, we can then use the final structure to break them down.
We are Reverse humans.
We are Taking back our lives and restoring the lives of our titan friends.
We are now members of the military.
844
At last.
At last.
What a human action, crying. Although most assume I cry because of humanity's wall being broken, I cry because the hole in the wall brings in new light. It is the light of hope that we can finally save or friends. For when human's are pushed to the brink of death, they take any alternative, and what other alternative than to save the people that they themselves have imprisoned?
For surely even if they do not know, I know that the husks of people still remain in those Titans, another horrible affect from those scientist's drugs that they forced on us, not even allowing us to die to escape our agony. I think about how my brethren have not yet turned, turned into reverse humans that is. For finally when one has turned, we can bring them to us and they can help us in our efforts.
As we run from the Titans to blend in with humanity, we know we will one day run back to them. It will be to save them, even if we ourselves cannot be saved.
We shall forever be imperfect, a titan in a person. But we will save them, with the help from these branches humanity has created.
'The Stationary Guard'
'The Military Police'
'The Scouting Legion'
They did all of this to kill our family, to kill our Titans.
For we remember when we used to be them.
We all once had to devolve.
Year 850
"You're turn"
I grunted in reply as I took the wooden handle of the broom from a fellow soldier, wondering why we have to clean the damn wall every ten seconds. Who are we keeping it clean for, the Titans? As I swept back and forth, I thought of my itinerary for the day, trying to remember my next task after this. Suddenly feeling my heart burn in anticipation as I remembered the job I needed to get done. As I mopped, wiped, and swept I felt time sweep by as well.
And then I felt I hand also sweep across my shoulder.
I turned quickly, looking the blonde girl up and down. Her appearance fit the bill. I leaned in closer, and when she didn't back away I whispered, "Megan…?"
"Patricia?"
So she knew my name. I relaxed my shoulder ever so slightly and asked the question that would determine it all, "Have you given up faith?"
"No, but they have."
Understanding the message and the weight those exact words carried, I let a rare smile cross my features. And with much joy I extended my hand and whispered back at her,
"Reverse human #3?"
She took my hand in a hearty hand shake and told me what I already knew.
"So it really is you, Reverse Human #2."
So that's it! It took me a heck of a long time to write this, so please review if you want to see more! So if you're confused let me explain briefly without giving you spoilers.
The government fucked up again and thought that using human weapons would be a fucking fantastic idea, so they drugged people. They eventually turned into titans. As years passed they evolved, because the laws of science say that almost all creatures evolve. They evolved into creatures that look exactly like humans, and yet aren't. They've taken to calling themselves reverse humans. And what they are doing is trying to save the titans through manipulating the military! And yes, Patricia and Megan are two of the ocs I mentioned, but sorry can't tell you anything about them until chapter 2! Maybe the review goal will be…..3? Sure I'm not greedy, 3 it is!
Bye!
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AnimeDrawist