(Meh...well here's chapter 3. I realized my writing needs a lot of improvement...so I'm trying to get better. ;-; Constructive criticism would be nice too. I'll also make sure that each chapter is at least 1,000 words long.)

"Hold still, this shouldn't hurt too badly." Armin gave little warning before an alcohol-soaked rag was rubbed over one side of Jean's face. As soon as it reached the area near his temple, the brunette gasped and bit back a jumble of profanity.

"Y-you said it wouldn't hurt if I sat still! What the hell?" Jean hissed through clenched teeth. It felt like someone had poured acid on his face...this kid's 'father' must have hit him harder than he thought. At least this explained the blood though...

Armin simply blinked at him a few times before continuing. "That was a lie to calm you down. I don't need you thrashing around and getting blood everywhere. Your wound is almost closed up." He did rub a bit more gently after Jean's little outburst.

A rusted tin box filled with bandages, pills, and other medical tools sat balancing on his lap while Armin tended to Jean. Now that his vision had cleared, he could see that most of what was around him were older things. The dresser, the mirror against one wall, the small lamp next to him on a short table; all were maybe from the 20's or earlier. As if things needed to be weirder.

At least Armin looked relatively normal, aside from the whole crazy cannibal thing, that is... His clothes looked newer than anything in the room, but were out of style by a couple of years or so.

Jean watched as he dug through the tin until he located a roll of bandages, smiling once more in that creepy doll-like way. "Perfect!" He exclaimed, turning back to wrap some around Jean's head. From how he was handling this, he must have done it many times before...which made Jean only worry more. "Do you feel better now?"

"Oh, I feel just peachy..." Grumbling, Jean clenched his fingers and tried to see if he might be able to squeeze his hands right out of the restraints. That looked to be a no as well. "How long do I have to stay like this?"

"Until Father says so." Armin packed the few items back into the tin and bent over the side of the bed, pushing it underneath.

Honestly, Jean felt considerably better. Still not great, but at least better than before. "...am I just supposed to sit here?" He let his had fall back onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. In all actuality, he should really be thinking of how to escape. Once he did, he'd be able to contact the authorities and get these people locked up.

Armin paused for a short moment. "I...I don't think you can do much else. So yes." The boy tucked his hair behind one ear as he stood, kissing Jean's forehead like he had previously. "I'll make sure that Eren brings you some food soon. I have to go." And with that, he turned and walked out the door. Much to Jean's dismay, he heard the click of the lock. Damn...

"Hey! Wake up!"

Jean furrowed his eyebrows and cracked his eyes open slightly. Had he fallen asleep? Fantastic...a perfectly good time to escape: wasted.

"...Why am I always stuck doing this...come on, get up or I'll leave."

Whoever was talking sounded to be growing more and more impatient by the second. Fully opening his eyes, Jean now realized that a guy his age was hunched over him with messy brunette hair and a disdainful frown. "...oh, you ARE awake. Finally." Teal-grey eyes stared into his own until the teen suddenly burst out laughing, sounding on the verge of hysteric. "Damn...Levi really got you good, didn't he? I still don't understand why he let you live...heh, guess he was feeling generous."

What fresh hell was this.
This had to be the Eren that Armin had mentioned before...

When Jean failed to respond, the teen's demeanor went back to simply being irritated. "Anyway, I got some lunch for you."

A grimace made it way onto Jean features when he caught sight of the plate on the dresser. It looked normal; meat, mashed potatoes, corn... but he was willing to bet the meat wasn't beef.
"...I'm not hungry."

Eren snorted, reaching over for the plate. "Not my problem. I was told to feed you, so open up!" He stabbed a chunk of meat with the fork and brought it to Jean's mouth, forcing it harder against his lips when he didn't comply. "You know, its a lot easier to eat the food with it actually in your mouth."

Jean jerked his head to the side in a pathetic attempt to get away from the food. No way in HELL was he going to eat that! Even though he didn't know who it had been...it was...it was just sick. "I said...I'm not hungry." He hissed, glaring up at Eren. "So knock it off."

"Tch...fine. Mine then." Eren shoved the chunk of meat into his own open mouth, grinning. "You know, you're not going to last very long here if you don't eat like us. Just saying." He shoveled some of the corn onto his fork next, chewing loudly.

God he already didn't like this kid. Who the hell tries to force feed people?

Probably the same people that eat them, now that he thought about it.

"...can I have some potatoes?"

"I dont know, can you?" Eren started giggling as he ate, waving a forkful of potatoes in Jean's face.

"Oh my god...you cant be fucking serious." Jean was about ready to just swing up his legs and kick him in head. "MAY I have some damn potatoes?"

Eren appeared to think for a second, lowering the fork and staring off at nothing. "Hmm...nope. Sorry. Watch your language next time, Jean. I'm not feeding a potty mouth!" He sang cheekily and took another bite.

"Just give me some food!" This was getting to be infuriating. He hadn't eaten since yesterday and Jean was starting to wonder if his stomach would just give up and start digesting itself.

"Ah-ah-ah! What do you say?" Eren held up a finger and wagged it back and forth in Jean's face. "I know you know it!"

"...please." Jean's voice came out in a dull, almost monotone way. This kid was riding his last nerve.

"See? Now, was that really so hard?" Eren remarked with a snide smirk. Nevertheless, he held the fork in front of Jean's mouth yet again, relived to fined it to only have mashed potatoes. "Open up."

He quickly ate what was on the fork, half expecting Eren to pull it away at the last second. He seemed like the kind of ignorant prick who would do that sort of thing.

"Eren, have you finished yet? You have work to do."

Jean just about jumped out his skin upon hearing the new voice. Fuck, another one?

"Umm...yeah Levi, I was just-"

"Save it." The voice ordered, sounding a bit closer than a moment ago. "I really don't have time for this."

"You...you're the one who..." Jean's voice wavered. He couldn't believe it. This guy wasn't what he'd expected. Sure, he'd seen him before, but now that he had a good look at him...he didn't look very as threatening as he remembered. First of all, he was shorter than remembered. He appeared more bored than anything. Nonetheless, it was most certainly him. Same freezing glare, same dull expression.

Levi barely spared Jean a passing glance. "Remember, you're on guard duty in 20 minuets. We cant risk another 'visit'. Do you understand? Or do you need a reminder?" The man's tone sent shivers up both their spines. Okay...he was damn scary...

Eren let loose a nervous laugh. "H-hey, lets not get all upset...I'll head down now." He dropped the plate he'd been holding onto the dresser and made his way out of the room, making a point to walk way around Levi as he did.

Well, this left just Jean and the guy who killed his best friend. This day was such a win.