A/N: OMG sorry for the late update! I couldn't make it to a computer with internet access yesterday OTL I'll be posting a notice after this chapter, and I'd appreciate it if you would read through it ovo

I will be hosting the chat tonight. You can find the link through my tumblr or just look up mastia on tinychat. I'd post a link here but sometimes it messes up the notes ^^; It'll be up until around 11pm Central time.

Anywho…For those of you who don't really care about the songs and/or are too lazy to look them up, the lyrics that were especially important are the following (just keep it in mind; you should know what part of the chapter it's referring to when you read):

Hey you, child of rape, the riverbed awaits

Snow white, pitch-black, your life such strife

Heavenward, deep down, I'll show you such sights

Believe it, we live as we dream/scream

The other parts fit really well to Eren's character development and past in the story, so if you can, it'd be good to actually listen to the full thing. Oh and I officially give up trying to make the characters in character *flips table* Not really, I try, I promise. It just doesn't always work…

Mikasa's gift was heavy in his lap as Eren's finger's gripped the cards and papers in his hand. A driver's licenses, birth certificate, every document that would let him move through the human world without question was right there. It didn't take him long to realize what was happening- why Armin had paid for more than one hour and had been so stiff, why Mikasa had bought him regular clothes. They were kidnapping him. They were breaking him out of his prison, giving him a chance at life.

Tears prickled at the back of Eren's eyes. Shit. Oh, he wanted to cry, to wrap his arms around his best friend and sob his thanks a million time over.

Armin leaned over his friend, grabbing the hand that was left limp at his side. He slid the rest of his gift into the boy's palm, and smiled widely, forgetting about anything and everything that wasn't the look of pure unfiltered happiness that was on the brunet's face. Hopefully, he'd be seeing a lot more of it in the future. Eren's hand clasped around the cool metal, and he looked down at it in awe.

The blond smiled, his voice soft in the other's ear. "It's a key. To our new home."

"Home?" Eren whispered back, afraid someone would hear. He knew that Armin probably made the area sound proof, but he wasn't willing to risk it."In the Human World?"

Armin nodded, pulling back and standing up."In the Human World."

The time span where they could sneak through the planes without alerting others was small. Eren sat back on the sidelines, eating some of the food Armin had bought, while his friend worked on the partially made portal. He had started it before picking up Eren, hiding it under the picnic blanket. Eren watched the other boy in awe; he'd seen him work when they were children, but never on that level or that fast. Armin was a blur of colour and sound as he checked over his work.

Eren could tell that he hadn't been sleeping much now that he looked for signs. The other had dark circles under his eyes, and his muscles seemed tense; he made a note to help Armin when he could. The next time the other boy slept, Eren was going to be there to make sure he got the rest he deserved.

He briefly wondered why the blond hadn't used magic on himself, but then remembered one of the many lessons he'd sat in on with Armin's grandfather. Using magic on one's self was one of the greatest taboos for warlocks and witches- almost like his kind having children with their familiars. People didn't do it, and the ones who did were shunned by the only ones who cared about them.

"Done. Finally." Armin's voice snapped Eren out of his memories, though he was a little more bitter than before. Taboos were something that stirred memories of his mother. It reminded him that the world was cruel, that his very existence was considered a mistake by those around him.

He shook his head then stood up and walked over to where his friend was. He was careful to steer clear of the circle in between them; it was large with the most intricate designs he'd ever seen. The brunet was surprised how fast Armin had been considering its complexity, but knew that if anyone could do it, Armin could. Pride swelled in his chest when he looked at the blond, washing away the dark thoughts.

"We have a few minutes until I'm supposed to start the spell. When that happens, we need to get in the center of the circle. I'll count down from five…When I say one, you need to hold your breath. You're gonna wanna let it out, but fight it. It won't be pretty if you breathe in anything while we're going through the planes. Okay?"

Eren's eyebrows knitted together, but he didn't ask any questions. So basically just hold your breath. Sounds easy enough. "Yeah, got it."

They waited a few moments until Armin led the other to their spot in the center. Armin mumbled something to himself, a light flashing in his eyes. Eren was silent, afraid that he would mess the other up. His breathing grew heavy when the rune lit up underneath them and the barrier solidified. The structure and the ground reflected off each other, all hues shining brightly. It was like they were in their own world of glass and crystal. Eren started to panic when the wall around them surged and stretched until it enveloped them completely; he felt trapped, even more than in the Catacombs.

He could barely hear Armin over his own heart beating.

When the blond yelled 'two' and pulled him into a tight hug, Eren sucked in air and closed his eyes. He immediately regretted it. The sound of glass shattering rang painfully high in his ears, and he felt like he was being pulled underwater. It was like the ground had opened and swallowed them both, waves crashing over them until they were fully submerged.

He was falling deeper into nothingness, and the pressure on his chest had tears rolling down his face as he tried desperately to hold in his breath.

When the ringing stopped, he was able to open his eyes, so he did. Another mistake. There was nothing around him, only darkness. Armin had disappeared, and he felt sick. He didn't know what was up or down; he was just cold and alone. The only thing that kept him sane was the burning in his lungs, a constant reminder that yes, he was real, and yes, this was happening.

A new flood of panic hit him. Had he made the right choice? He'd been desperate to get away from the abuse, but was it really okay for him to want a better life- to live and not just be alive? Was the risk worth it?

A/N:Don't hate me. Next chapter is Levi POV *breathes heavily* Um and something about the lyrics "dream/scream" It's a duet, and if you listen to the song Anette (woman) sings "dream" and Marco (man) screams "scream". It's said at the same time. Yeah…. I can go on for hours about my symbolism and how the different song represent the chapters haha-Comments/Reviews are very welcome!