Wolves

"Amber?"

"Yea Dante."

"I'm scared."

Flames spread outwards from bodies of Titans and men. The soldiers could only stare as they watched their world burn in fork tongues of fire. Dante and Amber. Only two remaining survivors of the 11th trainees squad. A squad consisting of 8 friends all going in with the same thoughts. Glory? Honor? Promotion? Recognition? King and Country? Of course they didn't think of anything now. As most dissolved in the pits of a Titans stomach flesh boiling into acidic waste. Bones crunched into powder. Faces of heroes forever lost. They watched the gruesome sight as more flooded like the wave ready to swallow mankind whole, right before it spits out its remains. Here comes the giant hands, breaking through the wall.

"I don't know how to continue from here… Whats waiting for us at the other end of the barrel. They got Eren. They got Thomas. We haven't even heard from Marcus. There is nobody left Amber!" Dante collapsed to his knees tears streamed down his face. He bit down on his hand trying to drown out the pressure, what he really wanted was a gun to the head and sweet swift release from hell.

"You see such a horrible sight but know that I will fight for you till we defeat them all. Keep your weapons aimed, pushing down your fear, we will fucking jump on the necks of these monsters and we will end them! I know how you feel, but you should know what we must do. So get your weapons and don't give up on me cause I need you now, I need you more than anything right now don't give up on me Dante." Amber fell next to him, tears swelled her eyes, her palms pressed deep into her temples drowning out the screams that had infected her. They hear something that sounds like a cannon erupting but inside the city. Forced to look they watched purple vapours rip through the clouds. A signal flare.

"What does purple mean?" Dante asked Amber, Amber wiped her eyes then cleared her throat.

"It means an emergency." Amber slowly regained her composure, cables shot out of her gear. She waited for Dante to do the same. As both were ready, gas erupts from the motors yanking them forward. Sticking close to the areas over the rooftops trying to avoid any surprises. They saw something strange. The dissolving bodies of dead Titans in a trampled tortured wake. Who was capable of such destruction, not even Mikasa could accomplish this genocide.

"Whoever did that. They deserve a medal. Or something of greater significance. Like a cookie." Dante laughed as they gained on the source of the distress call. Expecting the worst, showers of blood with corpses spreading the ground like grains of sand. They were in for a surprise.

"What the hell." Amber landed on the building as Sasha run over to her grabbing her in a full hug.

"What's the situation?" Dante took a deep breath clearing his consciousness of the disturbed things he was expecting.

"Were running out of gas." Sasha informed the two of them.

Ghosted stares, sunken eyes and pale faces. Everybody stared at nothing and saw demons staring back. Was this all that remained. Dante could see a few dozen survivors and the day wasn't even over, the operation to take this portion back hadn't even started. Was this really all that remained! He scanned the crowds looking for the face of his best friend. He saw nothing. Annie stared at the distance towards the sounds of distant roaring. Dante slowly approached her. If she was here and he wasn't. That could only mean.

"Annie. Where is…" Dante's breath caught in his throat choking on it like drowning water.

"He gave me his gear. He lured the Titans away on foot. For all I know he's still out there." Annie didn't break her eyes from the point where she last saw him. Where she knew he was dragging them to hell.

Marcus Ral, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday.

Slow heavy breaths. A building lay destroyed its rumble burying the occupant. Thick black hair escaped the cracks in the concrete rubble. Shifting the slag crumpled around a large figure. Its Wolfish snout breathed air as hot as flames. Getting shakily back on its feet it stared down its opponent. No skin of its cheeks only teeth. Black hair that fell at its shoulders. Piercing acid green eyes that imprisoned so much hatred that it resonated through the very air it viewed. It roared with such ferocity even the wolf whimpered in terror. Marcus readied his hands above his head. Hand to hand combat, his only usable defense… had been shattered. The other Titan lunged stones flying in all directions, its hands raised to punch the other to oblivion.

The Full Haired Titan ducked swinging its leg like a sledgehammer. The much larger Titan was thrown off its feet face first into the debris. There was no time to finish it. The Wolf had already been beaten. Trying its hardest to stagger away before it got up. The monster was nothing like a regular Titan, it killed everything in sight. The chunks of concrete exploded. It was already up. Such vigor. Turning slowly the Wolf only saw one thing. A fist. Empty black followed by the feeling of weightlessness.

Eyes seeing nothing. Marcus struggled to look up. Only inches from his head was fresh clean air. The flesh that bound him ripped releasing him from its grasp. He climbed up what was left of the spine. He cringed he felt an unbearable pressure quickly bore its way through his head, as it faded he slowly continued to climb. The World as he knew it had changed. Everything had been crushed to rubble. Titans had become omnipresent and infinite. They were everywhere as far as the eyes could see. He heard a voice. A familiar voice it sounded distant yet he felt the breath of the speaker against his neck. Sharp stabbing pain. Blood gurgled gagging him in the throat. He felt a hand grab at his throat. Strangling the plasma into his lungs.

"Shift, monster." An ever too familiar voice. Of the women who raised him.

"Mom." He spat the blood onto flesh of his significant other.

"Shift." The order was simple.

Do what she had never wanted him to do. Break the promise. He had already broken it. This feeling was new to him. His mother wanted him to do it. He couldn't refuse her. An eruption of thunder split the air a sunder. Through the rubble the Wolf Titan rose again its body rejuvenated.

"You told her you would never do it." A tall man covered Marcus' vision blocking everything out. Bigger than anything he had ever seen. Larger than the Colossal Titan.

Marcus tried to speak to scream out. He wanted to rip the man's head off.

"Now you will have to live with the consequences."

The Wolf unhinged its monstrous jaw and let loose a warcry that divided the blood red sky. Its head lowered teeth glistening, beads of steaming saliva dribbled to the quaked earth. Marcus could only watch in horror. His mother, stood there, her arms ready to embrace a bloody murder. He screamed nothing but a squeak. He tried to let out everything in a shriek. His hulking hairy hand seized the familiar women. Whatever nightmare had vindicated his mind it didn't relent. Marcus was speechless. There was no way that this was actually happening! He knew that his mother was out of the wall taking the fight to the Titans. Why did it look so real. Why did it look so fucking real! Marcus tried to fight it. Now at eye level the two family members glared into the other.

"It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. You're killing me son. You'll be the death of me" Petra smiled one last time. As she was agonizingly slowly placed between his fangs. Out of view he felt her breath tickle his throat. Marcus rolled his tongue. He felt his mother squirm inside. He tried to spit her out. Something resisted him. All he could do was ingest, swallowing the women who raised him. Fighting his hardest stopped nothing.

Devour them all. Strip the flesh. Masticate the bones. Never stop the blood feast. Marcus tried to shut the Wolf out. It was trying to break free again. Trying to take control. To taste the sweet meat of mankind.

"STOP!" Marcus managed to scream. It had rippling effects that ended the nightmare. Blanketed by a shroud of dusk.

Sleep. I'm so very tired.

"Just go to sleep everything will be alright." A white light penetrated the dark. An angelic figure waited. Ready to take him away from such a horrible life. Taking her hand. They ascended forever leaving the world they lived in behind.

Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. That was the end, Of Marcus Ral.

To those of you may not know my from RWBY fic BLAC I have a love for poetry and nursery rhymes and this is one of my personal favorites presented by James Orchard Halliwell-Philips and it is a conundrum about the life of an individual. SO if you ever see a poem in my work its just there for effect and my own satisfaction. Sorry for the long wait on an update busy with other fics at the moment.