Hello eveyone! So here's the chapter with the fight scene between Hange and Eren. I know it's not as long as you guys might have liked, but let's just say next week's will make up for that ;)
Next week i my last week of classes so during winter break i'm gonna try my best to whip out more chapters more frequently. I currently don't have a beta reader so I apologize for any mistakes ; HOWEVER! If anyone is interested then please message me (extra points if you can help me work AO3)!
anyways, hope you enjoy!
Eren
The other brunette immediately moves back several feet at my threat. But in the time it takes them to gain space I bite deeply into the muscle around my thumb and extend my hand towards them; ropes of crimson quickly shoot out and hit the ground right by their feet. Raising them above the person's head I let a look cross my eyes that says 'I'm not messing around with you.' To no surprise their look back to me said 'you're going to wish you hadn't started this' however, what was surprising was that it was more- sad? No sad isn't the right word. It's-
Pity.
That- that kinda pisses me off I'm not going to lie. I don't take much note of my clenching jaw as I throw my arm back behind me so the impact to come is more powerful. As I whip my arm forward they dive roll closer to me, staying crouched down near the ground rather than getting up. Quickly raking my teeth across my other hand to make shallow lacerations I watch as they spread their fingers apart on the ground; the press their fingertips into the asphalt without letting the palms of their hands rise up. I don't normally double up on my weapon usage, but I get a feeling I need to with this opponent. The blood rises from the small, newly formed, scraps in my hand and solidifies into a blade. Now I can give myself both long range and close combat advantage. Never letting my eyes off my opponent, my eye catches a small weed that's cracking out of the asphalt right near her hand start reaching up and growing. Seeing a noticeable smirk on her face I jump back a couple of yards, only to see that any plant life (so mostly weeds in this dank area of town) are growing taller and fatter at an exponential rate. Pumping more blood into the hand that's wielding whips, I let the blood forming the blade on the other seep back in through my skin and then come back out as whips as well. The whips from both hands sharpen like blades at the ends. Each hand has three whips that I can independently move and control form one another. Moving one foot back and pushing the ball of that foot into the ground, I position one hand between my shoulder blades and the other in front of my sternum. Shifting my weight, I make a three-sixty turn, letting my arms come out and move around with me. Any weeds that had grown tall enough are cut down. But as soon as I slow down and am facing the other brunette once again, I notice movement out of the farthest corner of my vision. Turning my head towards it I barely catch it as a weed that hadn't grown in the slightest shoots up from the ground at breath-taking place and grabs a hold of my arm, dragging me towards it and holding me firmly against a cold and slimy brick wall that is no more than a foot behind where its roots lie. It grows and also holds my torso down. I stay still, silently watching the person get up off the ground and turn to face me.
"Eren," they call out to me, not taking even a step from where they stand, "put your whips away." Letting out a short, dry chuckle, I look them dead in the eye and say,
"Make me." Without moving my arms all six whips move forward, two angling left, two angling right, and the other two moving to strike from above. Suddenly I feel a stinging sensation all throughout the inside of my body, and suddenly I have no control over my body. I feel a sad smile tug at my lips in sync with their own. If I could laugh right now I would. Alright, so maybe I don't have control of my own body right now, and as the expression falls from their face, pupils dilating, they realize their mistake as well. My whips continue moving towards the other brunette, moving with a tenacity of their own. Not daring to get up for they'd be hit sooner, the person scoots backward on the ground, obviously at least a little terrified. I have this in the bag, they'll be out of my way and I can take care of what needs to be done. At the same time one of the solid yet flexible tendrils crash down and wrap tightly around their ankle my vision goes white, spasms ravaging my body. Clenching my jaw as tightly as I possibly can I force my eyes I hadn't even realized had closed open only to see visible bolts of lightning coursing down my whips. Not having total control of myself still and the intense electrocution doing nothing to help, all six whips quickly turn back to their liquid state and splash down to the ground. Blood soaks into the ground and covers the walls as well as the other brunette and I. The lightning dissipates and plants long since fried I fall limply to the ground. I had taken a huge risk using that much blood and I paid the price. My mind and vision go fussy and all I can think about is how I don't really care all too much that I'm dying.
It's not like it's a hassle to me. And there sure as hell isn't anyone around to care enough to be inconvenienced by it.
Levi
I watch from my position on the roof of the building across from the one the kid was being held against as the brat falls face first down on the asphalt. I can tell my eyes are slightly wide. His whips just- turned back into blood like that? I thought they always recoiled back into his body.
"Shit." The word escapes my mouth as I jump down and as you're supposed to cushion the blow when jumping from high places, tuck into a roll instead of plainly landing. I regret my choice as I stand out of the roll, because now I'm totally covered in Eren's blood. I turn to face Hange, who's still sitting on the ground. They close their eyes; only after taking two very deep breaths do they stand and set their gaze on me.
"Levi," they begin in a dangerous tone, "We were tasked with protecting Eren. Is THAT your idea of protection?!" They gesture blatantly towards the kid's unconscious body that's still twitching every now and again from the bits of electricity still coursing through his system.
"Yeah and what let one of our best agents die because of him?" I retort, gaze lingering at the bloody boy before looking back towards Hange. I can see they want to say something to that, but decide against it. Rolling my eyes, I turn on my heels and walk to the kid, picking him up what is best known as princess style. "Can you use some sort of parasitic plant to give some of my blood to him while we get this brat to the ER back at base?"
"No," They reply, reaching for a pocket on the inside of their coat and pulling out a test tube with some kind of plant in it. "but I can use a parasitic plant what would normally take blood from both of you and manipulate it into just giving your blood to him. Are you even his blood type, Levi?" They question, obviously not wanting to kill Eren further.
"Luckily for us, Arlert was able to dig up the only medical records the brat has for us. According to those he's AB, and seeing as I am B I can give him blood with no worry." I assure my friend as I take the vile from them, opening it next to where Eren and my own skin comes into contact. It latches onto my wrist on the arm that's around the brunet's shoulders and his neck. I let Hange make the call to have a vortex opened, knowing something like that can't break their concentration on keeping control over the small plant. In no more than a minute the familiar black hole opens in front of me and I walk straight through it, knowing my companion is on my tail. Stepping foot on the smooth, white tile of the main lobby of HQ I walk straight past the receptionist, letting Hange thank her for me, I go straight for the high speed elevators, getting in one and letting the doors close immediately behind me. I push the button for the ER and the small box starts rapidly dropping downwards. I don't have to wait too long for it to start slowing to a stop. The second the heavy metal doors are open enough for me to get through I make my way to the nearest vacant room. Setting him on the clean hospital bed I hit the button to call a doctor in. Just as usual, it takes no time for someone who works here in the medical core to come in swiftly and calmly.
"Situation?" The woman asks me, pushing up her glasses.
"Extreme loss of blood. Not from the actual battle, but because he uses it as his weapon and wasn't able to pull it all back into his body. I've been supplying a small but steady amount of blood for about three minutes now. His blood type is AB." As I explain all the necessary information the medical core agent goes to work hooking Eren up to various machines and going to one of the many touch pads along the wall types in some combination that causes a five by five-foot section of wall to flip around. Some cold air rolls out in the small opportunity it gets. The woman takes out one of several bags of blood and hooks it up to an IV she already put in Eren's arm.
"Alert me when this bag is approximately eighty percent emptied. I will come back and run a quick test to see how many more I'll need to give him." With that she exits. Great, now I'm stuck in here with the brat. I take a seat in the farthest corner of the small room after turning on the TV I am currently very grateful for. The only channels it has for the most part of public access so nothing worth watching exactly, but still better than sitting in silence with absolutely nothing to do.
Eren
I'm awoken by some sort of warm, sweet smell. Groggily sitting up, I rub sleep from my eyes before swinging my legs over the side of my bed and heading downstairs, following the smell to its source. I end up finding my mother in the kitchen. Warm sunlight streams through the window behind her and dances beautifully in her dark brown, almost black hair. She looks up from the frying pan she was carefully watching and sets her golden gaze on me.
"Good morning dear," she greets me. "Go ahead and get your sister and father from the family room. Breakfast is just about ready." Nodding, I walked back the other way and headed past the stairs and into the next room. Sure enough my dad was on the couch, sipping a cup of what was most likely coffee while my sister is wrapped up in a blanket beside him; they're watching the morning news. Why those two like the news is beyond me.
"Breakfast time." I simply call into the room and over the sound of the bulky television. My dad picks up the remote and turns it off, getting up and stretching his back before moving to leave the room. He and my sister, who has taken the blanket with her, follow after me and to the kitchen where we all help mom bring the food to the dining room table. Once we're all sitting down at the large red oak table my sister, dad and I start digging in while my mom pleasantly smiles at us for a moment before seeing to be content and eating the food herself. I have never liked any food as much as I love my mother's. I swear if she wanted she could be a famous chef or something.
"So how are your classes going Mikasa?" My mother asks my dark haired sister, breaking the silence that had fallen over us as we ate.
"They're good. The material is interesting enough and all the kids are pretty nice. I made a friend, his name is Armin." A smile found its way on her face as we listen to my sister speak.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart! You should invite your friend Armin to come over and play sometime." My mother exclaims cheerfully. Mikasa started in an elementary public school just at the beginning of this week. Momma says I get to be home-schooled. I'm not sure why I don't just go to the public school with Mikasa, but I figure it is for good enough reasons. Mikasa and I are fraternal twins. I'm not really sure what that means but that's what momma and daddy told us. Mikasa was born six minutes before me, apparently, and she's never been super healthy, even at birth. Mom said not to worry, that everyone has these little fighters inside them that beat off the germs and nasty stuff, and that my sister was just born with fewer and weaker little fighters. I personally think Mika makes up for the strength of her little fighters though. She's always so tough and always seems to know what to do. I really look up to my barely-older sister. She's the best (and only) friend I've ever had, and I know so long as I have her everything will be fine.
Sitting in daddy's big chair in the front room, I look up from the book mom wants me to be able to read by the end of the week to see Mikasa running in with that blonde kid that has been coming over a lot the past couple months. If I remember right she said his name is Armin. I don't know why, but I get this unpleasant, funny feeling whenever the two of them hang out. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. Mikasa never seems to have time to hang out with me anymore. Trying my best not to pout, I look back at the book and try to focus on reading the words on the clean white page. I focus so hard I don't notice that someone's watching me. Sighing in frustration I throw the book down on the ground. It's then I see the blonde kid, Armin, standing a few- feet? I think? - away from me. I jump a bit, not expecting him to be there.
"Hi!" He says cheerfully. "You're Eren, Mikasa's brother, right?" He asks, still smiling at me.
"Uh, yeah I am…" I mumble, not really looking back at him, but rather at the book that is now lying on the ground. He walks up and picks up the book, flipping through the pages before saying,
"Oh! I've read this one. I love Bunny Cakes; my mommy used to read it to be ever night." I rub the back of my head, looking off to the side since he's so close now.
"It's my assignment to be able to read this by the end of the week." I mumble, sinking back into my dad's big comfy red chair.
"Are you having a hard time reading it? I can help you, if you want. Mikasa and I were just about to work on our stuff anyways. It shouldn't take us long and I know she wouldn't mind." It's than that I look up at the blonde. I just stare at him for a little before saying.
"Really- I mean, are you sure?" Ne nods his head, that smile growing a bit bigger. "Okay. Yeah, thanks Armin." I say as I slide out of the chair. Heading towards the stairs he asks me,
"How did you know my name?"
"Oh Mika talks about you a lot." I explain. He laughs a little at that and says,
"I doubt she talks about me near as much as she talks about you at school." Now at the stop of the stairs I stop and look over at him.
"Really?" I ask, "Mikasa talks about me?"
"Oh all the time! Whenever she talks, that is, you always seem to come up in one way or another." Armin walks ahead of me to get to Mika's room. Now I'm the one who's smiling. I end up staying in my sister's room with her and Armin until just before dinner. Armin is really smart, like, not as smart as mommy and daddy but still really smart! I'm sure he could become the smartest person ever when he grows up. He helps me figure out and understand all the words I kept getting stuck on in the book on my own. Mikasa even helps he understand what's actually going on in the story, too. When momma comes up to tell Mika and I that dinner's almost ready she also invites Armin to stay for dinner. He borrows our phone to call and ask permission. He says his parents say yes and then my mom takes the phone and says she can drive him back to his house after. At the table it's just me, Mikasa, Armin and mom. She says that dad had to work late so he won't be joining us. I have a hard time sitting still as I tell my mom about how much Armin helped me with the book. Mom smiles as I talk to her. I love my momma's smile. It always makes me happy to see her smile, especially if it's because of something I did.
Levi
I look away from what celebrity the press has decided to slander this week, hearing some sort of noise come from the brat. As soon as my gray eyes land on him I notice a few tears have escaped from behind his shut eyelids and are traveling down his cheek. Right now as he sleeps I see the most emotion I've ever seen from the kid, and from what Arlert has told us this must be the most emotion he's displayed in quite some years. The blonde did say in his report on Jaeger that his dad disappeared after his mother and sister passed away. But that's it. He didn't than and still hasn't given any further let alone specific details on the incident. I'm positive I'm not the only one who can tell he knows more than he's letting on, and if he decided to keep it from us it must be a damn good reason. The most human thing about me is my curiosity, and I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't want to know anything more about what exactly happened to Eren's mother and sister, as well as the whereabouts of his father. Then again it seems like no one probably has the answer to that last one. Oh well, doesn't mean I still can't wonder about it. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as the kid/s expression changes from one of painfully over-joyed to one of gut-wrenching sorrow. His sobbing becomes audible, and he looks like he would scream if he were awake. Heck I'm surprised he's not screaming now as it is. I get up out of my chair and slowly walk to stand next to him. Man, maybe this kid isn't as dead as everyone thinks. If he can still exhibit this level of emotion, unconscious or otherwise, then he isn't emotionally dead. Oh no he is so far from it. Although a lot of people and Xixs might disagree with me, emotion is a vital part to staying alive and keeping yourself in top form. Yeah emotion sucks and hurts a fuck of a lot more often than it helps or feels good, but it's those good moments created by someone's good feelings that can push them to be better than they've ever been before. It can make a person stronger than they ever thought possible. Sure I might not 'wear my heart on my sleeve' or am generally outright expressive, but looking and presenting yourself as emotionless and actually being emotionless are worlds apart. It can be an advantage for others to not be able to read you, but knowing your own emotions and letting the right one's rule is the true hidden weapon.
This kid has a chance,
Eren has a chance.
Most people would probably wake someone up who was having a dream that is making them cry or show physical signs of distress, but I just go back and sit in the chair I had been previously occupying. Not because I'm an asshole (I mean, I am an asshole but that's beside the point right now), but because if that brat can feel emotion, especially that strong, he needs to be left to feel them. Yeah sure he's not awake, but what we experience in dreams lingers with us in the waking world, even if only in the very backs of our subconscious minds. Realizing I haven't been very good at checking how much blood has drained into the kid I glance over at the other side of his bed from me. The bag looks a bit more than three quarters gone. Seems close enough to me. I hit the button on the wall next to me to call the doctor back in. After a few minutes, however, it's one of our new medical core workers that comes in instead. He has short black hair and his skin that's not pale but not really tan either is dotted with freckles. If I remember correctly, his name is-
"Bott, what're you doing here?" I question, clicking the T.V. off.
"I just came in for work not too long ago. Miss Rico informed me on the situation and assigned me to take care of Mr. Jaeger." The kid explains, going to get out a new bag of blood so he can change it out with the other one the second it runs out. "I can take over from here so you're free to go Mr. Ackerman." I nod in acknowledge, cracking my back as I stand than making my way out of the room and to the high speed elevators so I can leave and go get my car back. Once I'm back on the main floor I transition into automatic form and have the receptionist open up a vortex with me. I figure I should probably check on that situation first. Knowing Hange, they probably went right back there from here. In less than a minute I'm stepping foot in the alley that I saved the brunet's ass in, treading farther than Eren was allowed to. Seeing a familiar enough looking figure ahead I crack my neck side to side before calling out,
"Hey shitty glasses! What's the situation like? Manage to get things under control while I had to babysit sleeping beauty?" I stop in my tracks, feeling something off. The figure that looks remarkably like Hange wasn't moved an inch, and that is the biggest warning flag. If it was really them they would have jumped me the second I got in the alley, or at the very least would have called for me if things were too serious for that. "Who are you?" I say lowly, hiding a hand behind my back and letting a bone start to slowly poke and tear its way out of my wrist. Turning around and taking a couple steps forward, I see that this figure does indeed look like Hange, minus the flesh falling off its face; exposing the bone of their true facial features.
"You shouldn't have come back here." A clearly masculine voice says. "Tell me where the 'princess' is and I promise I won't take more than one bite."
I do apologize about my cliffhanger before a fight problem XD In promise ever chapter wont be like that.
But i can't promise the same about most of the chapters ending on some kind of cliff hanger. ^^;
Oh! Almost forgot to mention; on tumblr I am now tracking the tags we are the hunters and we are the hunters fic :)