Hello! Wow I haven't written anything on here in awhile I promise this is one i'm gonna stick with though!

I just wanna apologize ahead of time because Eren is going to be VERY out of character for awhile.

Anyways hope you all enjoy and please feel free to review!

As I land less gracefully than anticipated onto the flat concrete rooftop, I make sure to inhale with my mouth open. Feeling the impact reverberate from the balls of my feet to the very top of my skull I think about all the poor individuals I've seen bite large chunks of their tongs off. The body has lots of weird little ways it responds to certain stimuli, and with my line of- work- you learn how and when to either shut down or enhance these. Naturally this whole thought process and reaction takes the blink of an eye as I sprint across the rooftop towards my target. The creature, having already identified its prey, is trying its best to get distance between us and latch itself onto the poor unsuspecting sucker before I can do anything about it. Unfortunately for it, just as I step into range, I bite down hard onto the meaty part where my thumb connects to my hand and reach the now bloody appendage towards the dark, inky mass. The blood seeping from each individual bite mark solidifies into long whip like strands and wrap around the creature before me. As it teeters on the ledge of the rooftop I lift my arm up and in one harsh movement, bash it down several feet on the opposite side of me. I shorten the ropes of blood to bring it slightly closer, than press the tip of my thumb to the palm of my hand. The sides of the ropes that are in contact with the grotesque being extend into thin but long blades, piercing through it in nearly every direction and causing it to dissipate into a thick, smoke-like substance. The blood turns back to liquid as I walk into the cloud of black vapor and take the key hanging from my belt. All the smoke absorbs into the hollow top which is shaped like a diamond with little balls coming from the corners.

"That should be enough for tonight." I murmur to myself, deciding to stay in manual form and heading towards the small one-bedroom apartment I call home. I let myself fall back into automatic form as I slide from the roof of the complex in through my bedroom window. I latch it shut than fall face first onto my comforter and sheet-less mattress. After a moment of just lying there in silence I turn my head to look at my old digital alarm clock. The bold red lights read '4:30 AM' and I let a groan out in protest. 'Looks like I'll be going to school in my pjs again tomorrow' I think to myself, preferring some sleep and breakfast over fresh clothes and a shower any day. The threat of being kicked out of class and sent home not so bad now that I've secured my graduation. Turning over to face my ceiling, I let my mind wander.

One month, I am one month away from graduating high school come this Friday. I have to admit, the day I accepted this destiny I never planned to live this long. It's hard enough to live this life and only worry about a crappy part time job that I can get out of shifts by claiming to be sick and a high school where I can pass with grades good enough to graduate while not doing any homework what so ever. I only took the job once I realized I was pretty good at this gig and would need to save my parents' life insurance money for after high school. Oh yeah did I mention I'm emancipated?

And an orphan.

No need to get all sad over my circumstances, I'm used to and over it now. That part, at least, is water under the bridge. Honestly, what I'm most worried about is what I am going to do once my money runs out. As it is I have to use some of it along with my very minimal paychecks to at least scrape by. Once I graduate I can change to full time, but I'm sure they'd rather fire me with all the times I leave early and come late. Who can blame them. Heck if I was my boss I would have fired me long ago. Too bad my other 'job' doesn't pay. Honestly if I could go back, I have no idea if I'd try and stop myself from getting these powers. As much of a burden as they are, who knows if I would even be alive without them. Well, I have my life but I guess you could say it has killed my personality. Heck it's not like I'm without any regrets; I myself have learned the hard way many times over this is best left as solo work and any close personal bonds needed to be severed.

/Especially/ if they're also a magical person.

Even the ones that depict it in a more gruesome and terrifying light, anime and shows in general always romanticize the shit out of this life style. I mean maybe if it could be near as easy as it always seems to be in those worlds things like romance and friendship could be a reality, but the real world isn't so kind. Feelings of those sort are a ticket to the afterlife, or worse. Even if you never involve them in the lifestyle directly that person you care about will be sucked in and one way and no matter what that it is can only always go one way; downhill. The only thing that's worse is keeping relations with those like you when you're a magical person (wow I really wish there was a better word or term for what we are). Not that they can always help it, but some people can only use their power by manipulating others, and letting them use you more often than not has permanent repercussions.

Sighing through my nose, I reach my arm out and flip the switch on my alarm clock that will guarantee it goes off in time for me to get to school. If I'm lucky, I can get to school without encountering anything and very minimal creatures will pass by and appear while I'm in my classes. I usually have to spend my lunch in manual form clearing as many of the bastardly things away as possible. If it didn't affect me so much I could let them be. But oh no I just had to take after my mother and be an Earth elemental. Guess it could be worse; could be a heaven. Honestly I imagine it must be nice to be an Underworld elemental; so long as you lie somewhere with a low population of Magical people or Guardians and you'd probably never have to phase out go automatic form. I myself have only ever had to fight off one of them to get to a target for me. To my advantage at the time I had had three years of experience under my belt; they only just starting no less than a week prior at the time. Not like it's worth wasting energy on thinking about stuff like that though; not going to change what already is. I let my mind keep wandering in this fashion for however long until sleep finally lulls it into silence.

As per usual with my morning routine I sacrifice breakfast for a quick shower. Would I like to eat, well duh it's not like I don't have an appetite, it's just that I'm fully aware I am an eighteen-year-old boy who produces just as much stink as any other teenage boy (which is honestly a lot). By the time I'm ready and out of the house my hair is still soaking wet, also per the usual. Sure it ends up a bit puffy and kind of wild letting it dry like this but to be totally honest I really don't care.

I really don't care about a lot of things, practically nothing if I'm being honest.

It used to scare me how much I've changed since taking on this lifestyle. I know I used to be energetic and driven and have aspirations. But those are all dangerous things that more likely than not will get you killed. Get the ones around you killed. But you also can't have or hold onto any regrets. Being an empty shell is the safest and surest way to stay alive. Some would argue that that is no way to live. Well yeah maybe not for those who live for themselves.

I live for the sake of what I had no choice in becoming.

Being on auto drive allows my mind to think what it will and drift as it may. However sometimes it causes me to run into situations or people that it is just all around easier to avoid. Which is exactly what crosses my mind the second I run into Armin. And yes I mean quite literally run into. Luckily we have a mutual understanding to just nod or wave and carry on our own individual ways now the rare occasions we cross each other's line of sight. At least, that is the rhythm we have fallen into. So when Armin reaches out and grabs my arm as I'm just about to walk away I'm definitely at least a little bit surprised.

"Don't skip the college and career fair today." He says giving me a stern look. I don't respond; rather I just stare back with an empty look until he lets go of my arm. Walking away I give dis demand a passing thought. I had forgotten that the college and career fair was today. Not like I have any plans once I graduate in a month, might as well attend. It will get me out of the rest of my classes for the day if I'm lucky.

My first through fourth period classes pass by in a drone like usual. Once lunch hits I buy a sandwich and a bottle of water and eat my lunch at a table by myself. I do plan on going to the fair, as soon as I eat. Just because I'm not exactly human doesn't mean I don't need nourishment like one does.

"So that's him right there?" I question the blonde coconut. Right now I have my eyes staring at the back of a head of what has to be the messiest brown hair I have ever seen.

"It is." He responds in almost an emotionally strained tone of voice. Just based off the file I received a little while back. We don't have a single earth elemental wielder in our midst, and I'm especially interested in seeing his natural weapon in action. Letting out a low hum, I turn around and head on back to the booth I should be manning. From what the blonde kid has disclosed, the brown haired brat, Eren, is so emotionally dead that he might as well be a drone. Which brings up the question of how insanely powerful he'd be if we could liven him up again. Luckily for me anyone else who even thinks about stopping at my booth is scared off by my apparently 'overly aggressive' resting face. From what I've been told it's just my eyes; the rest of my face stays fairly monotone. Well you know what they say, the eyes are the window to the soul.

I wait around another twenty minutes or so until the brat finally comes within sight of my booth. I lay my gaze on him until he shifts his- actually really cool ocean colored eyes. But as our eyes really meet and I stare into them full on I have to stop myself from grimacing. The glorious color of his eyes is dulled by the dead lifelessness they possess. Elbows on the table and my chin resting atop my folded hands I move one arm to beckon him over with the curling of my right index finger.

"You're Eren Jaeger, correct?" I question as he comes to a stop right in front of me.

"That would be my name, yes." He replies flatly. I'm almost surprised, this kid really couldn't be more lifeless. I've seen plenty of people forced into this lifestyle who have given up hope and all other kinds of aspirations- but this kid…. He might as well be an android.

It actually has me curios. And almost concerned, quite frankly. But let me put the emphases in the almost. It's clear he's at least not on auto piolet in the sense that he still uses his mind. He just seems to be totally run by a thought process that is not effected by any kind of emotion or feeling in the slightest. Clicking my tongue, and holding his gaze, I ask the brunette,

"I'm a representative from the Scouting Allegiance main office; have you heard of us?"

"Can't say I have." He replied back, holding my gaze back not for any reason but I'm in his immediate line of sight most likely.

"Doesn't surprise me. You see, we're not exactly a company for the normal masses." When I say the last couple words of the sentence I let my gray eyes change into a light blue, electricity running through my irises. The boy, Eren, nods his head once before saying,

"So based off that display I'm assuming your company are all Magical People." I grimace slightly before spouting back irritated,

"Xixs, we're Xixs. Not 'Magical People'. Please don't refer to our kind with such a stupid name."

"Huh I didn't realize there was an actual name for us."

"Learn something new every day." I grumbled. I know his file said he was orphaned but as an Earth elemental he had to have inherited his abilities from a parent or family member. So someone would have had to teach him how to use his powers and the damn name of what species he is.

"Anyways- we have received report of your particular abilities. All the higher-ups at Scouting Allegiance would like to offer you a position with us. You will get room and board as well as a budget for things such as food and whatever the fuck else you want or need.

"What's the catch?" The brat questions.

"You just have to take and complete any missions thrown your way."

"When would I start?"

"Right after your graduation ceremony someone will be sent to your place of residence to help you collect your things and escort you to the main office."

"Alright." He instantly agreed. "Seems easier and more convenient than staying on my own."

"See you in a month than, brat." I said, leaning back in my chair and interlacing my fingers together behind my head. He just walked off without so much as a 'bye' or a nod of the head. Sighing through my noise, I dismantle the booth and leave the high school campus. Once I get to a relatively isolated area I pull out my cellphone and call headquarters with my coordinates. Right away a dark void opens up on the alley wall in front of he and I head through to go back to what I guess you could call my home.

Sorry this chapter was so short -.-; the rest are gonna be a lot longer.

Maybe consider this a prologue?