1978
· June 18: Armin Arlert, 18. Last seen hitchhiking to a rock concert in Chippewa Lake Park. He was bludgeoned and strangled to death with a dumbbell before being dismembered. Remains pulverized and scattered in woodland behind Jaeger's childhood home.
Armin was so sick of walking. He just needed someone to pick him up already. At this rate he would never reach the concert. It was a hot June afternoon and he had already taken his black tee off. He would change into his band tee later. It was in his backpack, the only thing on his torso.
Eren Jaeger was driving back from another failed attempt at a job when he saw the shirtless Armin. And he was impressed. The small beads of sweat visible on his pale chest were very enticing. And he had his thumb out for a ride.
Eren pulled the car to the side of the road just ahead of the blonde and stuck his head out the driver side window.
"Hey! You need a ride?"
Armin was overjoyed.
"Yeah! Thanks so much dude!"
Armin threw his backpack into the backseat and then climbed in the front. He rolled down the window of the car because he was still overheated from the walk. Eren turned to face him.
"So, what's your name and destination?" Eren said with a sea captains accent.
Armin laughed. "My name's Armin Arlert. I'm heading to Chippewa Lake Park! Going to a concert up there."
"Cool, cool." Eren pulled out into traffic. "Do you have some time to spare?"
Armin glance at Eren and looked him up and down. "Maybe. Why?"
"Well, I was thinking we could go to my house and have a couple beers. I have some music we can flip through too." Eren kept his eyes on the road waiting for his passenger's decision.
"Mhm. Sure, why not. What time is it?"
After giving Armin the time the pair headed back to Eren's parent's house. There would be nobody there since both his parents had moved out to fight over custody of his younger brother. Leaving Eren to fend for himself.
His grip on the wheel tightened at the memory of his parents not caring about him but only on the boy. They decided he was too old. But it felt more like they had just pushed him aside.
Armin kept chattering away through Eren's silent musings until they reached the house.
"Hey, nice house. You live here alone?" Armin climbed out of the car and pulled his bag from the back seat.
"Yeah, for now." Eren was glad when Armin didn't inquire anymore about the subject. He let both of them into the house through the front door with his key.
"Go ahead and throw your stuff down anywhere. I'll get us something to drink." The man was already almost in the kitchen by the time he finished his sentence. The blonde was left to wander around the living room. His bright blue eyes landed on some music that was from the band he was going later to see.
"Oh! So cool!" Armin picked up one the CDs and looked around for a stereo. Eren walked into the room and gestured with his head towards the stereo.
"I figured you would pick that out." Eren handed the shorter man the drink before popping his own beer open. He flopped down on the couch and waved his hand for Armin to join him.
Armin started to walk towards the couch then remembered he still wasn't wearing a shirt. He held up a hand and took a swig of his beer before retrieving his shirt. Walking over to the couch he slipped it on and leaned back.
A few hours later, Armin was too many beers in and wanted to leave after finding a clock.
"I don't want to be late, man." Armin staggered over to a chair.
"Ok, hold on. Let me go to the bathroom then we'll leave." Eren walked out of the room and went to his bedroom instead.
No. I don't want him to leave. No. I really like him. He's mine. He's not leaving!
The brunette looked around the room and his eyes landed on his dumbells. They weren't very heavy. About ten pounds each. He picked one up and hefted it in his hands. Eren looked up as he left his room straight into his own reflection. He frowned then took the mirror off the wall.
"Eren~! I want to leave, please." Armin's garbled words reached Eren's ears as he stood posed for a swing behind the blonde.
"GAH!" Armin fell to the floor with two swift and heavy slams over the head. He was unconscious almost immediately.
Eren looked at the back of the knocked out man's body.
"You're not leaving." Eren flipped the pale man over and straddled his waist. He cocked his head and leaned forward. He took the dumbbell and placed the bar of Armin's neck. And pushed. He pushed until the blonde's chest stopped moving.
"Told you." Eren had been admiring that chest and body from afar but nothing was stopping him from exploring it further. He took the shirt off the corpse then slid backwards so he was straddling the bodies' shins. He flicked the buckle of the pants open before stopping for only a second. He opened the zipper and pulled the pants and underwear off at the same time.
Eren slipped his fingers through the laces of the dead man's shoes and pulled the shoes off. Then he pulled the rest of the clothes off, socks and all.
He stood up to admire his work and felt his hardness against his jeans. With shaking hands he undid his fly and pulled himself out.
God. He's so hot.
Eren started pumping himself faster and faster as he looked over the body. His teal eyes scanned the pale chest that was so attractive to him. He felt a warmth pool in his stomach before crying out and spilling over the corpse.
Eren sat in the chair that Armin had previously occupied, breathing heavy and fast. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. It was late and he was tired and above all didn't feel like taking care of the body. He'd do it in the morning, Eren told himself.
The next morning after eating breakfast he dragged the body to the crawl space under the house. He walked out and grabbed a chainsaw before chopping up the body. Blood was spurting and he flinched every now and then if it got to close to his eyes. It was a shame to see the blood all over the pale body.
He wasted no time in cleaning the chainsaw before grabbing a shovel and digging a shallow grave in the backyard.
Eren stood and stretched his back after being in a stooped position. He tossed the shovel to the side then walked back to the crawlspace. The man glanced at the sky to try to measure the time. It's was about noon. He picked out both arms to place in the grave first. Then went back to get the legs. After placing the four limbs in the grave, he went back for the torso.
Eren walked into the crawlspace and ran his hand along the torso, through the blood, leaving his hand print streaks. He dragged the torso out of the space then hefted it over his shoulder. As gently as he could he plopped the rest of the body into the grave. Then picking up the shovel again he buried the parts.
He looked at his bloody hands and clothes. He figured that his face must be a mess too. Eren slipped through the back door where there was tile and then stripped to take a shower. He let the water crash over him.
I need to do something else with that body. I'll eat lunch first then think.
Eren stumbled out of the bathroom then to his bedroom to get clean clothes. On his way he remembered that his dad has some kind of acid in the garage. He quickly made himself a turkey sandwich and pulled out some pretzels.
Chewing on the pretzels as he walked out to the garage, he found the acid.
This'll work.
He relaxed for the rest of the day, alternating between watching TV and reading. The next day he mixed some acid and other harsh chemicals together in the bathtub. He yawned on his way out to retrieve the body.
I'm gonna get dirty again.
He picked up the shovel and moved the dirt enough to pull out the body. Yawning again he picked up the torso first and took it inside to the waiting bath of acids. He set it in the tub and watched it dissolve for a few moments before going out and getting the rest of the parts.
He grabbed a juice box out of the fridge before checking on the parts again. Eren decided to stay in his own clothes until he was finished with the body. After a few hours he looked at the body again and the acid had turned into a fleshy slush of blood and muscle and skin and acid.
He grabbed a bucket and scooped what he could out of the tub, flushing the toilet every so often as it filled up. Eren pulled the skeleton out and set it on the tile to dry some more. The brunette washed out the tub and shower with the shower head and left to wait for the skeleton to dry.
When the skeleton was dry he carefully picked up the pieces and took it the garage. He hammered each bone into either powder or splinters.
I could be a serial killer.
Eren laughed about both the idea of him being a serial killer and the joke his dad had made with him when he was a kid.
"If you eat cereal, are you a cereal killer?" Both males burst out laughing but mom held back her laughter and pretended to scold her husband.
He was still smiling softly when he sprinkled the bag of bones around the backyard. He went back inside to change clothes and a few weeks later his dad returned.
That was one of his stories.