Armin couldn't tell how he landed. Probably is a bad way. He couldn't feel anything. Not a muscle or bone, almost like his soul departed from his body.
The sounds were the only thing he could remember. A scream, then a loud crash, then the sound of wind rushing past his ears. That the SLAT followed after.
His body had made that sound.
Armin had a funny idea with comedy as he laughed to think of his dead body laying in the cement. He figured because this isn't the way he thought he would go.
Dieing.
He never thought it would end up with him face down in his own blood, after landing on his neck. Did he land on his neck? Maybe.
The darkness's temptation strolled Armin's mind, slowly, further in the emptiness of his mind. It was calming, he felt cool and the low ringing in his ears became almost a soft lullaby. He felt like he was home. Back with Eren , Mikasa, and his grandfather. Back at Armin's small house filled of books and love. The familiar scent of his grandfather's tea drifted in the sea of dark.
He felt safe.
No titans, no bullies, nothing to hurt him.
But something was missing.
He became to calm to even care, He continued to float till he saw a light that shone like nothing Armin has never seen before. It was enchanting, beautiful, and looked closer in the light to see four figures. Armin walked closer and noticed…
His parents, grandfather, and Marco.
He reached out with a grin. Mother. Father. Grandfather. Marco.
Tears filled his eyes. He was going home. back to the small house of books. Back to the kitchen that reeked of tea.
But the blue tint in it's color made his stop. The light impulsed and the outer side of the like made the blue tint seem like….. what's that word….
A wave.
The ocean.
The promise.
Armin pushed himself away from the light, and began to run through the gooey blackness.
He need to see them.
Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Berthold, and everyone.
He needed them.
Buth the light began to grow and chase after the blond boy. There was no use in running. He was going no where. Armin sat down.
He was dead, nothing was going to change that.
Armin imagined Eren and Mikasa finding him. Tears filling there eyes, crying over their comrade, their friend.
No, he couldn't go. He has too many people waiting for him.
The faces of his relatives and his friend then smiled. Yes, he'll make it back.
He then trekked back. Struggling through the sticky goo again. This time he will make it. He wanted to live. For his friends, his family.
Voices now ring from the silence.
"ar….mi…..m"
He fought more to get to his goal.
"Arm…..Ar…..in"
"Armin!"
A light breaks the darkness and a blue surrounding with light dots in familiar shapes.
He was alive.