I AM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE UPDATED THIS GHJKJHGFDRTYUJHBF

it started out with me not liking the fight scene so i kept re-writing it

then life happened-

and i got busy-

and i lost inspiration-

but now i'm back!

I figured today would be a good day to finally push this out, since its out favorite messy-haired brunet's birthday! woo!

Anywhoot, I hope you all enjoy :)

This guy is big; by big I mean tall and muscular. He doesn't look young, but certainly not older than me. He has fairly short blond hair and golden eyes but their particular color is a couple shades lighter than Eren's. He has white armor on over black slack looking pants that have a red stripe down each side and are tucked into black knee high boots that don't seem to lace up anywhere, and a red long sleeved V-neck shirt that matches the color of the stripes on the sides of his pants. The plates of armor on his shins, shoulders, upper arms and chest are more flat; only angling slightly from the center down both halves. However, the armor on his forearms wraps all the way around, going from his wrist to just below his elbow. It gives him a slight combat advantage I will admit, but there are plenty of open spots I can strike. I start moving back to put some distance in between us. Since I don't know what his powers or abilities are I want to be able to asses them and plan accordingly. I watch him carefully; reading his body language. Or at least I attempt, since the big gorilla is just standing still, smirking at me. He lets out a low chuckle and says under his breath,

"I won't even need my mask for this fight." Suddenly the air grows noticeably more dry. I see the moisture from the air molecules actually pulling together and condensing; too heavy to stay afloat they fall to the ground. More and more water comes together from both the air, ground, and walls of the alleyway. It starts making its way towards the blond. So his element is water. If I can just get access to some kind of spark that will give me an incredible advantage. Keeping the front of my body positioned towards my foe, I keep my eyes planted firmly on him while watching the movement of the water from the edges of my vision. Turning your back to someone during a fight, especially when they're charging up like that, is just fucking dumb. I back myself up to the nearest wall and just as I'm bending my knees, getting ready to jump, balls of moisture still in the air immediately harden into ice and shoot off towards me. I don't hesitate, lowering my stance as much as needed. The second I see an opening I jump up and flip into a back tuck. I kick off the wall as I just come down from the peak of the flip and shoot myself over the guy's head and towards the roof of the building on the opposite side of the alley. As soon as my fingers grip onto the edge of the shingles I hoist myself up. Pulling myself up I immediately whip around to face the larger guy once again. I feel tiny pin pricks hit the few and far between areas where my skin actually is exposed. Clenching my jaw just barely, not enough to be physically seen by anyone else, I rub the back of my neck (the bastard had managed a blow there just as I was turning back around to face him). It didn't exactly hurt, just felt weird. But now I know I need to be careful; I don't have the faintest idea of exactly what he just did or how it will affect me. Quickly shifting the focus of my field of vision from the guy to up at the sky I frown. Not even the slightest hint of a thunderstorm anytime soon. Flicking my gaze forward and slightly down again I catch thin particles flying towards me. I quickly drop to my knees to dodge the assault. By the looks of the frozen slivers it's the same shit he threw at me earlier. I roll onto my back and kick flip myself up, then dodge roll forward as, what looks like balls of hail, come flying my way. As soon as I emerge out of the roll I push off the edge and jump onto the roof of the building across from me. Sighing through my nose I let my osteoblasts work and production rate speed up immensely. Running forward and going from roof top to roof top I allow my pours to reform and enlarge. I let my body push out my radius and ulna, along with all of the bones that make up my hand. The new growth is what forces them out and letting the old ones fall off the roof I continue to let the new ones take shape. The mass of all those bones come together to reform, well, unnaturally. As soon as its done I pull out what is now a cross bow made entirely of my own bone. I let my phalanges constantly regenerate at an even higher rate and use them as the arrows, although they're more like really hard and sharp, yet lightweight, daggers. Bone clashes with ice as we aim at each other with unreal accuracy. Heightened senses seem to be a common thing amongst nearly all Xixs. At the very least with all of us who are born like this. Surveying the area around me I continue to moving forward. I take a sharp right turn upon remembering the nearby power plant. I stop move, until I see the big blond stop. He stands still, seemingly assessing the situation. Does he realize where I was heading? If he does I sure hope the gorilla is smart enough not to take that gamble, as convenient as it would be for me. I took us close to the next major street, I'm going to have to be careful not to attract too much attention. Just as I pivot slightly so my back is to my destination and facing him at a three fourths angle, I see the guy back up and lean against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a victorious looking smirk on his lips. Before I can really even begin mentally questioning his actions large, thick claws rake down the skin of my back and pin me to the roof. I feel parts of my muscle be punctured and lots of blood bubble and soak my shirt and jacket alike. God I hate that smell; the irony, putrid smell of blood. Taking a deep breath, I let my vertebrae rapidly grow and shoot up into the beast. My back is now even more torn up, since I didn't have the luxury to wait and reform my pours this time around. The beast lets out a sound of distress and pain and as it backs away from me I clench my jaw; its large claws messily sliding out of my skin. I stand sideways; right side to the creature and left to the blond guy. Wait, a creature? Where the fuck did it come from? Out of the corner of my eye I see the guy holding a black mask with some kind of weird pattern formed of gemstones on it. He's letting his blood drip onto a bigger red stone that's between the eye holes and a smoky and goopy black substance starts forming on the ground in front of him. I dodge the attack of the creature beside me, and my eyes widen as I see the odd substance form into a second creature. What on earth? He's an Underworld elemental? How is that possible he was fighting with water and ice?! My situation goes from bad to worse as the second creature starts making its way onto the roof. I get around the first one and start running back the way I came from. I get out my phone and hit the button for the speed dial emergency portal out. One engulfs itself around me and in the blink of an eye I'm back in the headquarters' lobby.

Eren

Bright light floods my vision as I slowly crack my eyes open. It hurts but I don't shut them again because I know my eyes will adjust in a matter of moments. Shifting my eyes to see the room without moving my head or body I quickly identify this as a hospital room. I didn't take myself here obviously so someone must have taken the time out of their day to deliver me here themselves. Well I sure hope they don't expect me to pay. I don't have medical insurance.

"Oh!" I hear a chipper voice say in a part of the room I can't see. I sit up, knowing whoever this guy is is probably intending on holding conversation. A smiling face covered in freckles with dark hair has his over-enthusiastic gaze set on me. "My name is Marco Boldt, I've been assigned as your nurse Mr. Jaeger." He has a clipboard in his hands and walks a bit closer to me, intently reading the first page on the brown board. "Your vitals are back to normal, but now that you're awake we're going to take a few more tests just to double check everything is in tip-top shape. You should be able to go home come later today."

"About that," I begin, "I don't know who admitted me here, but I don't have medical insurance. So it goes without saying I won't be able to pay for the treatment I have received here." The nurse, Marco, shakes his head, that smile still intact and replies to me with,

"You don't have to pay anything, Eren. Everyone who works for our establishment is treated for free. And as a future employee our boss has given you the clearance for being seen here. Of course, that being said, we've treated Xixs many times who aren't with us free of charge."

"I take that I'm somewhere in wherever the Recon Corps building is, then." I respond with.

"That's right. We-"

"Marco!" A petite girl with strawberry blonde hair interrupts him by slamming the door to my room open. "Hange want you to come right away and observe a surgery." Nodding, the much too chipper guy looks at me and says,

"Sorry about this. When I'm back I promise I'll answer any of your questions that I can." Setting the clipboard down on a desk perpendicular to the door, he heads out with the women. Now it's not like I'm curious in the slightest, but if they took any tests that can be considered out of the ordinary of those that doctors would normally take for an emergency patient then I need to know. I'm sure the doctors in this hospital must know about the anatomical and biological differences of a Xixs' body (not that I know anything about that, I'm just assuming). I have no reason to trust these people; so if they were poking around where they shouldn't have been I need to know. Turning my body so my feet hit the told tile of the hospital room floor, I slowly raise myself up out of the bed and make up way across the room and take the clipboard in my hands. Flipping through the pages I don't notice anything particularly out of the usual. Exhaling through my nose I set the clipboard back down on the desk and go to sit back on the bed. I don't really wanna be here, but I also know if I try to leave they'll push me right bck in here. How annoying.

I wait for three to four hours, just sitting there in silence, until Marco finally comes back. He still looks at me with that soft, cherry smile and I swear I have never met someone so obviously genuinely kind before.

"Alright Eren, sorry I was gone so long and thank you for waiting." He greets me with as he makes his way over. He takes my heart rate, pulse, temperature, blood pressure, and checks all my senses. He also takes a small blood sample to analyze. Heading towards the door the freckled young man suddenly turns around and says, "Oh! Before I forget you're being prescribed some medication. You can pick it up at the front desk of the medical wing on your way out. Raising an eyebrow, I question,

"What for?" Marco smiles just a tad softer and responds,

"When we gave you a CT scan to check what internal damage we noticed some chemical imbalances in your brain. Keep taking these and I'm sure slowly, but surely you'll feel better." I end up having to wait for another couple of hours until the results for the bloodwork come up positive. Since mine weren't in the best shape I'm given a set of new, clean clothes to go home in. I go to the desk as instructed on my way out and pick up an orange bottle full of pills. I end up having being transported back into my apartment once I get to the main front lobby. I decide to google the name of the medication they gave me to see exactly what it's for.

It's Anti-depressants.