Freedom Chapter 4, an attack on titan/進撃の巨人 fanfic

Chapter 4

I'm just going to say that I have imagined that the scouts have relocated to a bigger castle right by a wall (for easier access to a gate for scouting mission)

She hit the floor with a thud, every fibre of her body was stiff and sore. Her brain felt like it was on fire, melting inside of her. Everything was fuzzy and blurry and the whole world was spinning around making her feel nauseous. What was going on? She placed her hands onto the ground in a feeble attempt to get up off the ground. Where was she?

Her arms gave out under her and she hit the ground, the room slowly stopped spinning. Her eyes began to focus on the wall in front of her eyes. She then realised that she was in a large stone walled room, it looked like a mix between a prison cell and an office. The desk scattered with papers, the chains and heavy set reinforced door were evidence of this.

She placed her hand on the ground and propped herself up against the wall behind her. Why was she ...oh she had failed, been caught. So she was probably captured, to be executed for her crimes against humanity. Unless she could escape, but she'd have to capture Eren. Eren 'the mad titan' Jaeger, the one had popped open her head, sworn to kill all titans in a murderous rampage. That name brought her to shivers, he was a monster through and through. He'd been beaten and ripped apart, yet still he had fought. He had laughed like a psycho and then charged into a fight regardless of the odds, living up to his nickname 'suicidal bastard'. He'd crushed her face. Torn her apart. Tried to eat her. His eyes has been filled with pure hatred and glee while he had done it, only, they weren't 'his' eyes like they should have been. They were black, like a thick oil, an evil thing.

He had terrified her, but he was her key to going home. She just needed to take him. If she returned without him then she would be a failure. She would have failed the cause, then what's the point. She would have to take him, fight him, and defeat him. She did it once but she could not do it again. Not right now anyway, he would never stop, never let her take him and even more so now that he had training and practice. How long had it even been? A week? A month? Years? Firstly though. She would need to get out of the...room. The door was slowly swinging wide open, who was stupid enough to leave the door open?

They continued trading brutal hits, punching and tearing each other apart. Reiner's ribs were exposed and cracked. Eren's overall body was worse off though, bones stuck out of his skin. Sinew and muscle was ripped to shreds, nothing more than meat dangling off of the bone. Eren's whole form was steaming, he could almost be producing clouds. Another fist flew into Eren's face, this time it cracked the top of his eye socket.

The bone splintered off and dug into his eyeball, removing his vision from one eye. The searing burning from the steam seared his real skin on the inside. Burning. Marking.

Kill

He had to beat him, he had to. Rip his throat out. Tear his arms off and beat him across his head. Gut him with his bare hands. Obliterate him, remove his existence from the world.

KKKKIIIILLLLLLLLL

KILL

FUCKING KILL HHIIIMMMMMMMMM!

His broken and brittle body straightened up but was met with a huge armour plated knee to the face. Again he tried to throw his weight, but he simply used his elbow to pummel the back of his skull before kicking him to his back and placing a solid foot up against his shoulder, pushing down and shattering his shoulder blade while reaching toward Eren's titanic throat. All while he thrashed and struggled to escape, trying to use techniques but to no avail as his body was so broken and tired.

The exposed ribs were snapping in half, one by one, until one whole side of his body collapsed all while he clawed and thrashed against the heel of Reiner.

FIGHT

That voice was hypnotic, slowly encouraging him, showing him, spurring him on. Telling him to win, win by any means, to use weapons, even if it breaks him in the process. To defeat his enemies and claim victory.

KILL

KILL THEM AAALLLLLLLLLLL

No mercy.

No remorse

The sweet words of violence consumed him and he slowly was consumed by roaring anger and violence. He stopped thinking, he acted upon instinct, or rather, upon the will of the voice in his head, he gripped a protruding rib and as his opponent closed in, he pulled out the huge bone and rammed it into the other shifters abdomen where his armour was weakest, over and over again until his body gave out and he stumbled backwards, holding onto his wounds with the one good arm.

This was for the pain every titan had ever caused him, that had made him lay awake at night shivering from nightmares and bad dreams. They had burned the vivid memories into his skull, visions of his friends and his mother being eaten, devoured and consumed. He had prayed to anything, a god, a deity, even the fucking walls once to give him the strength to annihilate all of the titans. To rid the world of these godforsaken creatures, rid the world of them once and for all. He had no other purpose, nothing in him felt love or compassion at this moment, all he felt was the bloodlust and the pure hatred towards these disgusting creatures that had taken his world and torn it to pieces.

Consequences be damned he would kill them all or he would be torn into pieces and ripped in half trying, all of the nobles ad lords and the king, all of their pointless bickering and politics, all of their insignificant drama and power meant nothing to him anymore. They could all argue and squabble over the lack of meat and gold. He would save humanity the only way he knew how:

He would fight

She crept up the stairs and quietly as she could possibly manage given that they were made of stone. Not one soldier in sight. Nobody to be seen. But you could never be too cautious, especially when she was in hostile territory. This castle was filled with dangers, hopefully she didn't run into that short man. Just thinking about him made her shudder. Reuniting with him would not be pleasant.

Eventually she reached the top of the staircase where there was a metal bar door left wide open, again. Why was it so quiet? Where was everybody? And why are all the doors unlocked?

No, there is no time to worry about this. All of this is an opportunity to escape and attempt to capture him again. But again that meant fighting him. And that was definitely not on her to do list. She searched the courtyard for a barracks. Walking up and down until she found a long rectangular shaped building with a stables on the side with a "barracks" sign above the door. She scoured the storage units and cabinets, every crate that she could see, hoping for some kind of 3D gear. Anything that could help her disappear and get over the walls and home, maybe with that stupid Yeager boy tied up in a little present to deliver to the elders.

Oh, how nice it would be to just simply take him and run. But he has the fighting spirit of an ox, and the temperament too. Finally she found some gear hidden away at the back of an old storage cupboard, quickly she adjusted the straps and tightened the belts filled the gas and then she set of towards the wall.