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A Titan's hand reached out, crushing a Titan's skull. A foot followed, sending the body flying through the air and crashing into the huge Wall Rose. Heads turned, settling on a 15 meter class with steam pouring off of its body.
More Titan's charged, countless swarms of the behemoths heading for a singular target. It would never survive the onslaught of legions.
That is nothing more than the logic of the weak. This creature was strong.
The 15 meter's hand shot out, shattering the jaw of one to its right, spinning immediately to catch another in the forehead with the top of its foot. It brought the same foot down and spun around low, fists held out before it, its face the reification of willpower and rage as steam flowed like rivers through the air. It leapt forward and floated there among its enemies, its body spinning like the celestial bodies in the heavens as each of its limbs moved.
Left hand: a Titan's head caved in, its fist embedded inside of its foes skull and literally holding its mind the its palm before crushing it.
Right leg: another was pulverized, foot barely scraping it as the creatures abdomen caved in.
Left leg: planted firmly into the sternum of yet another victim as its entire ribcage shattered and caved in.
Right hand: open and swiping seamlessly through the air as it ripped through the being's throat and sent the head flying.
The 15 meter Titan landed flawlessly in a crouch, head bowed almost as if it dreamed. Long hair hid its face until it slowly looked up, smiling with a face where the devil would cower in terror. "Kill them." Its voice ground together like stones held in the talons of some great beast. "Eat them."
"Eat them all." The world swam around him as he rested comfortably in the bed of bloodlust that coated his body like a fine wine. "I'll eat every last one of them."
The world began to take shape as tall spires stretched toward the heavens and dark shadows flowed into human bodies. Two stood before him, one holding him tight and the other in front of them both as everything coalesced into solid images at last. Like a milky-white veil finally lifted, he could finally see clearly.
His friends stood by his side, Mikasa to his left and Armin to his right. Beyond the three were dozens of soldiers, behind them lay the monolith of Wall Rose and the soldiers on top of it, all pointing their weapons at them. Each of their swords were raised against them, each face one of fear or rage.
'Why are they raising their swords to us,' Eren questioned himself, 'Why are they glowering at us like that?' His eyes wandered across every man, every face, until he found that of the man in charge.
"Cadets Jaeger, Ackerman, and Arlert, your current behavior is high treason," the man bellowed, "What do you have to say in your defense?"
Private Scheider was patrolling the edges of where the remaining military forces were regrouping, shooting across rooftops like a bird through the air. He spotted something far below on the streets. Not a Titan, a human. But not a soldier, a civilian. The man had a ragged tarp concealing most of his body, leaving hidden much of his form as he walked in the direction of Wall Rose.
The Private fired his Maneuver Gear and swung down to street level too, jogging until he stopped before the man. "Excuse me, sir, are you injured in any way? Do you need medical attention," the private hands held themselves unsure if he should search the man for injuries. The man, taller than he was by almost half a foot, reached out and used his shoulder as support. The private tried to readjust himself, but the man's grip was strong. He was surprised when he was suddenly pulled closer and stared at him eye-to-eye.
"Do not attempt to try anything," the frightening-looking man declared. "You are being watched by the artillery placed on top of the wall and we will not hesitate."
'You have got to be joking,' Jaeger thought heavily, 'What is going on here?'
"I will ask you this only once," the man roared, his thick-bearded face dark with malicious intent, "Are you human or a Titan?!"
The private dropped to the ground, unmoving, as the man walked off now clad in a soldier's uniform. He tested the Maneuver Gear and fired it once, twice, thrice before he launched the pronged wires and reeled himself up to the top of a tall spire. He clung to the side of the small tower, Gear stuck deep into its side as he looked for what he sought.
...
There! Up ahead!
"There you are," blue eyes stayed fixed as he saw everything from afar, ragged cloak still billowing around him.
'What is he talking about?' Eren was at a loss. "I don't understand," he shouted back.
The man's lip curled and his teeth bared, "Trying to plead ignorance? You damned monster! We all saw when you came out of a Titan's body!" A hand shot up into the air as he glared down at them, eyes almost sunken in like that of a skull as his eyes glowed like coals.
That hand was the signal as the artillery that sat upon the huge wall set their sights and prepared to fire.
"I will ask you one more time," the man roared, "Are you a human or not?!"
Two hands rested on the hilts of two swords, frozen orbs sucking the light from everything its gaze passed over, analyzing everything with the cold logic of a killer.
Twenty-six soldiers. Three-hundred yards.
One artillery unit. Five-hundred yards.
Time to kill them all. Seventy-Eight seconds.
He eyed the artillery cannon as it targeted the children. 'Things should be livening up any second now,' he hummed quietly to himself, tapping a finger on the bottom of one blade's hilt.
Everyone was watching him, everyone was staring at him like he was some sort of wild animal waiting to go mad. What were they talking about? He couldn't remember.
Eren pressed his hands to his head to still the throbbing in his brain as his heart beat like a war drum, sending tremors throughout his body. There had been bodies, there had been blood, and there had been screaming. But all that was crushed under the waves of even earlier memories. Friends, family, home. But which was he?!
"I'm-," Eren started, hands falling from his head to clench his kneecaps tight as he hunched forward.
"I'm... ," Eren said louder now. His head snapped up as he stared right back at the man with the arm raised. "I am human!" His voice echoed loudly as everyone stood still.
The man stood still, as if time had frozen around the man. "I see," he said with a voice that barely made it to them. "Forgive me, but I cannot simply take your word for it." Horror shot through through Eren's body as his honesty fell on deaf ears. He felt Mikasa grab him and she began draggin him towards the rooftops, a haven that none of these soldiers could catch them in. But Armin had not moved, the man's hand slowly decending to signal those atop the wall.
Eren shook himself loose and pulled Mikasa back with him to their friend. He didn't know what to do, but his body did. Memories flickered like starlight across his eyes: the Titans, his friends, his family. His father was there, grief covering his features as he held a needle up to him. 'Eren, you have to be strong,' his father said with tears in his eyes, 'The road you are about to go down will be hard, but I know you can do it.' He finally reached Armin, pulling the younger man into his arms along with Mikasa, holding them tight. He raised his hand to his mouth and everything became surreal. The cannon fired and he put his hand in his mouth, biting down with everything he had.
Lightning shot from the Earth into flew into the sky, twisting higher than one could see. Blood coalesced, Bone condensed, and Muscle grew in the blink of an eye. It formed, meshed and took shape to the boy's desire: Protect. Protect his friends. Protect them. And it did.
The man in charge was beyond all words when the light shot into the sky and, inside that light, something grew. The cannon shell was stopped short as it struck something early. A dust cloud formed, but everyone saw the thing moving inside of it, inconcealable from their eyes. Their soldiers saw it too, crying out for orders to their Captain.
He stopped tapping his finger and stared at the towering shape through the fog of shrapnel and dust. "Hoh, well isn't this getting interesting."
"Captain Felman," the man's right hand shouted, "What do we do? Captain!"
He gritted his teeth and set himself up, "Reload the next shell, all soldiers standby for combat!" The wall unit was already working on it as dozens of blades were drawn, hissing filling the air as they lay in wait.
Armin and Mikasa sat at the center of the Titan's body, protected by the cage of bones against the raging fire and smoke. "Inside," Armin was petrified, "We're inside a Titan."
"Eren protected us," Mikasa said, certain. Armin eyes wandered to her and saw her stare upwards, where Eren was. Armin's eyes caught the colors of something that shouldn't be there and looked down.
'Even flowers were spared in here,' Armin watched, then looked up as the beast began to move.
The man brushed the cloak away from his body and pulled his blond hair out of his eyes. He saw the skull of that huge monster began to turn, began to come alive, and stared out with one eye. He watched as that single, cyclopean eye gazed upon everything. Wall Rose, stretching high above even itself; the men and women atop it, gazing down on it; those who stood before it, sword in hand as their wills started to falter. 'Can you see me here, boy?' The man wondered to the boy.
That boy was dreaming, tangled in a forests of red webs and white trees. His eyes moved and he saw everything, but it was all so small. He could feel his heartbeat, sending shivers through his whole body and rocking the whole forest. But forests were never like this one. His eyes slowly opened and shrunk in size as he saw just what this forest was.
He couldn't have pulled away fast enough as each tendon, each vein, each muscle clung to him like an insect caught in a spider's web. He finally was free and fell to the ground, crashing against the thick pillar of white that was the spine. He caught himself in the last gap of the last piece of the bone before he hit the ground and ran to his friends. "Mikasa, Armin, are you alright?"
"Eren, what is this?"
"I don't know, but its starting to fall apart," Eren looked out into the vaporous fumes, beginning to fade, "And those soldiers are still out there, waiting for us," Eren turned to them, "But I have a plan."
Captain Felman saw something moving closer in the mist before ripping through the veil. "Prepare to fire," he yelled.
It was the blond boy, Cadet Arlert.
"You've shown your true colors now," the Captain announced, "There is nothing you can say to change the fact that thing changed into a Titan!"
"Yes sir," Armin shouted back, "but that doesn't mean Eren is our enemy." His breathing was erratic, panicked. He didn't think he could do it, but he had to try. Eren needed him.
"Hah?!"
Armin flinched under the man's harsh tone, but his resolve turned to steel then. It would not corrode so easily when his friends' lives were at stake. "Yeah, its true that Eren change into a Titan," Armin stepped forward, arms out wide, "But everyone had to see when he fought the Titans!" It was like a lightning storm passing through them all as the last of the mist vanished. "Even the Titans treated him as an enemy when they tried to eat him!"
Swords braced hesitated and soldier's will wavered, halted by the will of their commander. "Are you all going to fall for this simple trap?! They would lie a thousand times over and a thousand times more if it would save their skins!"
"We aren't lying," Armin's voice cut across the captain's. "But, if you think we are lying," his hand curled fist over his heart, wildly beating like a caged animal, "THEN DO YOUR WORST!" Eyes tight, back straight, he didn't back down.
Rage flashed like fire through the captain's eyes, "Why you... don't you mock us!" His arm swung wide and high like a guillotine, suddenly stopped by a fist of steel.
"You always were paranoid, Captain Felman."
All eyes turned to a man, tall and proud, standing over the captain. "Commander Pixis?"
"Well I'll be damned," the blond man said. "That kid has the luck of the devil." Twin wires retracted and coiled inside the mechanisms of the man's gear and he fell several stories to the ground. His legs bent nearly to the ground as he landed, chunks of loose cobblestone flying skyward. He rose slowly, bones creaking as they stretched back out.
He walked by a house with an open door, an unconscious private inside. Air rushed from his lungs as a set of Maneuver Gear landed on his chest, a torn cloak following.
The blond man continued to walk, still holding onto the uniform and the blades. He raised a hand to his face to brush away his long hair, hiding his disturbed smile from the world. More memories jumped through the surface of his mind.
'Titans were attacking people without end, coming at them from every side. Men were swatted like flies, children plucked from their mother's arms, the mothers crushed underfoot. Horses were in a panic, wagons were set ablaze. Bodies covered the ground.
Cannons roared, Titans went flying. But they didn't stop coming.
One cannon had been entirely abandoned, the crew consumed as they were passed over. A wagon, partially destoyed by a Titan, chased by a dozen more. One was particularly close, closing in even more with every heartbeat.
"We can't get away from this!" The driver drove the horses to exhaustion as they began to weaken, the walls in sight. He heard something from in the wagon as a man leapt from the vehicle. "Are you mad?!"
The man snatched a burning shard of wood from the ground and charged towards the cannon... and the Titan. The man overpowered the Titan, reaching massive artillery one second before. The barrel pointed towards the creature's feet, but a single kick sent it pointing towards the heavens. Just as the Titan passed over him.
His right hand flew out and held the cold metal tightly, sending scars deep into the iron while the other came up, the flames stirred from smoldering embers to roar with life one more time. It arced towards the ground and ignited the fuse.
One last explosive round lit and began to spin as it fired from the 5 meter barrel and crashed into the Titan, point-blank. From stem to stern the creature was split in half, both pieces engulf in a raging hellfire that knew no mercy. The two body parts tripped the rest of the Titans up and they too were turned to ash. The man too felt the fire take him, long black that had hidden his face torn to shreds by the inferno. He threw his back and roared up at the Titans burning above him, "DIE!"'
He headed toward Wall Rose, where that old man had taken those kids. Light flashed across his razor sharp blades and in his eyes. "I guess life is gonna be more exciting from now on."
And here marks the spot where things are gonna start to get exciting. You might think I'm taken awhile to update, but I'm rewatching every single episode to make this cause I'm giving 110% to this. Leave a review if you want, PM me if you want to learn more about the story or just chat with me. Either way.