A/N: Yay! I re-did the first chapter and added a prologue :) The story seems sad but trust me, it gets better :)

there's a hidden message im trying to send through.. please give it a try, Anyways yeah, please review if you like it :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, unfortunately, but the idea of this story is 100% mine.

Prologue

"Eight Seconds

Insight of the Boy's Life"

January 14, 2001

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Life was moving on slowly and peacefully as usual this Saturday morning. The trees still blew in the wind in the most aimless of directions. The damn dogs in the neighborhood continued to bark so loud for no specific reason at all. The cars never stopped driving by...

Eren lived in a nice small home, with his mother. It was 11:23am in the morning. It was just the end of the first semester and the second was going to start in two days.

Eren was sitting at the table eating a bowl of some soggy, flavorless cereal. Eren had just turned 15 a few days back. The brat was really thankful. He was aware that some people don't get to make to his age. He knew all too well how unfortunate things can happen in an instant. Life was beautiful, yet it was so cruel like that.

"You should try to be more happy, Eren." Said Eren's mother, her tired face had a smile on it.

Eren turned and looked at her. It was nice to see her like this. It really was. It was one of those rare times that he never took for granted. Well, not anymore at least.

Eren's mother was in a bus accident about 7 years ago. It happened on a warm, peaceful afternoon when anyone would least expected it. One second, she was right there next to Eren, her fingers wrapped tightly around his. 7 seconds later, she was lying flat on the hard road, almost lifeless.

Being a young age of eight, it was in that moment Eren saw first-hand how things could go bad in a matter of seconds.

Things were never the same ever since that day.

As for his father.. Well, Eren never really remembered his father. He only had a few old photographs and some obscure memories here and there. His mother told Eren that his father had moved far away when Eren was about two years old, but in actuality, his father was locked away in prison. She didn't like to talk about it though.

Eren stared at the soggy pieces of cereal floating around in the bowl of milk. He swirled his spoon around in it.

"I'll try." He finally responded. He didn't want to think about it any further.

Eren had his own personal problems too. He was suffering from unknown strange, unknown symptoms. Not like the chills or dry mouth or anything like that. I'm talking real dangerous stuff. Like, he would randomly have an urge to kill someone or something, and his pupils would dilate and his eyes would be blood-shot red. Shit like that.

Or his blood temperature would increase substantially. I don't know man, it was just strange. The worst part was that he didn't know what triggered these conditions. They just sort of... happened. He'd told his mom about these weird symptoms but his mom would just dismiss them.

"It's just puberty, sweetie." She'd always say with a smile, running her hand through Eren's soft brown hair as though he were still a child. "It's normal for one your age."

Hold up. Normal? Almost mauling the damn mail-man to death is "normal"? The hell? That ain't normal, that's a lawsuit bitch.

*Ahem* sorry...

Anyways, Eren's mother wasn't stupid, and knew damn well that couldn't be further than the truth. She did know the real reason to why Eren had those strange feelings, she just didn't want to tell him because she still hasn't found the right time yet. Even after all of these years...

Eren's mother looked at her son. He's growing up so fast.

She contemplated on telling him the truth. 'He is 15 after all' she thought. 'There's no perfect time until now.'

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, everything is going to be explained later on, please continue. Please review on how you thought about it, mean or nice idc. have any questions? ill answer them ;)