More Parkour facts:
Parkour has been around since cave-men, but it wasn't called parkour. Back then, it was basically oh-god-theres-a-sabertooth-tiger-after-me-gotta-ju mp-over-that-ditch. When parkour became parkour, it started in France, by some frenchie named George Herbert. He also added onto some "principals" along with the sport, that include not being a giant douchebag and respecting the community. It wasn't really popular until sometime in the 1980's, and it was pretty much an underground sport. Sounds cool. If you ever hear someone say, "I did parkour before it was cool" punch them in the face for me, unless they're like 50 because then they might actually be telling the truth.
Okay onto the story
Eren heard the word "Titan" and "school" before his mind was swallowed by a horrible kind of fury. He couldn't feel anything else. Within a second his world narrowed down until it only included his hatred and the fact that the subject of his hatred was nearby.
"I'm going to kill them," Eren said to himself, matter-of-factly.
Armin saw the pupils dilate within Eren's emerald eyes and felt his stomach drop. When an insane smile graced Eren's serene face, Armin felt like running.
The hall monitor felt it too. Something dangerous was practically seeping through Eren's pores. The hall monitor took a step back and gave Eren an evaluating look.
"I'll, uh, be there. Just wait, and uh, don't tell the Recon Corps. This doesn't have to be messy." A nervous sweat appeared on his forehead.
Because Eren didn't know the way, he just followed the hall monitor with a face that would make the Joker proud. Armin tried in vain to reach his friend, to bring back Eren from whatever dark corner his mind was in. But Eren just stared straight ahead.
'S-should I get Mikasa? But I will have to run all the way to the end of the school, and I might lose Eren!' Armin gnawed on his fingernails. 'Why am I so pathetic?'
They walked at an almost casual pace, with their footsteps echoing back to them. Eren grew more excited each second, until he was almost skipping. Armin was babbling about "how this was a bad idea" and "someone might get hurt" and "we're no match for them". But it was like Eren couldn't hear him. They went through door after door before one finally opened into the morning light and the trio stepped into a battle field.
"W-what is this?"Armin gasped.
The narrow space was enclosed by tall wall that had blood spatters painted on them. A hall monitor girl was crouched behind a column, and another one was sprawled on top of a giant air conditioner. And in the middle of it all, stood two behemoths.
They were ripped, steroid ripped, if their unhealthy amounts of muscle were anything to go by. The muscle was packed onto their huge chests like badges of honor. Almost seven feet tall, they towered over the five people valiantly trying to face them. They were terrifying to look at, and by the wicked grins on their ugly faces, they knew it.
Eren was the only person who wasn't scared. But not for long.
"Look at these weaklings squirm!" One of them laughed.
"Squirm!" The other one said, before swinging a metal bat.
The five hall monitors scrambled out of the way, dropping all pretense of bravery.
"They're just too strong," one whimpered, clenching his fist. "There's no way to win."
Eren moved past them like a ghost, walking almost silently until he was standing in front of the Titans. He looked so small compared to them, like David and Goliath.
"I'm going to kill you." Eren's smile was as wide as it could possibly be, before he charged at them.
As Eren's fist flew, he felt the happiest he has ever felt. He was finally getting payback, for everything. Eren was going to rip these two thugs apart, but that wouldn't be enough. Eren wouldn't be satisfied until every Titan that has ever existed has been wiped out.
And Eren also thought that he deserved this. He thought he deserved the annihilation of his enemies, and that victory would just be handed to him. And because of this, Eren lost.
Rage does not equal strength. Eren was only able to land a glancing blow on the abdomens before something tore into his stomach.
Eren heard Armin scream, something he noticed with startling clarity, before it hit him.
Pain. So much pain. It ate at his insides, seized his body, stole his focus.
Killed his rage.
Eren dropped to the ground.
No one moved, not even the Titan. He had swung on a reflex, and was now delightful that a new toy had been given to him.
"You think you're tough, eh?" one of them spat. "Let's see."
Armin could only watch in a shocked silence as they stomped on Eren, again and again. Each time, a horrible noise of escaped from his throat.
'I-I have to help him! But why can't I move?!' Armin was frozen in place. 'Move!'
When Eren screamed, blood dribbled out of his mouth.
'Move you fucking coward!' Armin screamed at himself.
Now Eren made no attempt to resist. He was as limp as a doll.
'All those times Eren saved you, and now you can't return the favor? Weak! Pathetic!' Tears dripped down Armin's cheeks.
"Wow, this is pathetic."
The dull voice broke through the callous moment. Through watery eyes, Armin saw three people standing on top of the walls. The wind ruffled their dark-green jackets, and the wings on their back appeared like they were flapping. Two of them wore black scarves covering their faces up to the nose. Armin's eyes widened when he recognized the one without the scarf.
"Rivaille, you want a go?" a girl with strawberry blonde hair asked.
Rivaille didn't say anything, he just pushed off the wall. As he fell, something appeared in his hands. Rivaille landed squarely on the Titan's wide back, knees bent and arms parallel to the ground. He grabbed the Titan's hair with one hand and swung a crowbar at the back of the Titan's neck with the other, in one swift movement that lasted a second. The Titan's eyes rolled back, and he toppled forward. Rivaille jumped off before he hit the ground and turned to face his second opponent.
The other Titan was shocked to see his comrade defeated so easily. His eyes narrowed and he lunged at Rivaille, aiming for the legs.
Rivaille jumped and vaulted over the Titan's body, landing safely behind him.
"Is that all you have?" Rivaille said with a bored voice. "And here I was hoping for a real challenge."
The Titan roared and came after Rivaille again. Rivaille leaped again, this time against a wall, pushing off on one foot and catching the edge with the crowbar. The Titan slammed head-first into the wall just under Rivaille's legs. Rivaille dropped and wrapped his legs around the Titan's neck, throwing the Titan off balance. They both fell to the ground, the Titan writhing within Rivaille's grip.
The blonde girl came up behind them with a rope and tied up the Titan's hands and feet. Rivaille released the Titan's neck and rolled gracefully to his feet. He brushed the dirt off his pants and readjusted his jacket, acting like he didn't just beat up two Titans in thirty seconds.
"Tch. Filthy." He wiped blood from his hands.
"Wow we finally captured two! I can't wait to conduct a few experiments!" A girl with brown hair jumped in excitement. "Human experiments are so much more fun than animals!"
"Wait, Hanji. We have to ask, just to give them a chance." Rivaille crouched down next to the Titan and stared down into his fearful eyes.
"Tell me... where is Irvin?"
Woah look at that mood change. This is truly a SnK fanfic. And in case you completely missed this, Titans are real people.
Okay all I have to say, ciao!
