Haha, if you can't tell by the chapter I just wrote I am pissed and angry. I just... Arrrrgh. I won't talk about it, and try to give the info I need to give you politely.

to the two people who reviewed this, thankees! It means a lot :D

and yeah, so I got this new idea and it's not going to be updated that much until this is finished but I just need to write it. I was going to write it tonight but seeing my attitude tonight... *cough* HELL NAW *cough*

well, without further a due! enjoy!

Chapter 6

Eren had drank a lot, being totally wasted after only a few. After the incident with Levi, he didn't know what to think. He didn't dislike it, but he didn't like being pecked on the cheek by the guy who's trying to lock you up in jail either. Was it all just because of the game that he did that? Just because of the game that he was playing, right? There was nothing else about it. Only to get him off-task. But, even if Eren wouldn't admit it, it hurt him inside more than he ever thought it would of.

"I'm so druuuuunk," Jean sputtered, Marco wrapping one of his arms around his back to hold him.

"Here Jean, lean on me, it's okay. I can help you." Marco said with an innocent smile on his face.

"W-Wha?!" Jean stuttered, clearly flustered as his cheeks were burning. "D-Dont say that! I know I can!" He said as firmly as he could, but the dizziness overtook him and made him flop down into the crook of his neck. The whole group laughed, going to their cars about one in the morning.

"Hey, Erens no better than him, getting drunk even though we aren't at a bar!" Ymir explained, looking over at Mikasa and Armin who were holding him by the arms, wrapped around their shoulders.

"Shuttap! I don car' bout wha yo' say!" Eren said in a drunk mutter, making Christa giggle a little.

"Yep. Erens totally drunk." She concluded, hands on her hips. Reiner popped open the truck and put in everyone's luggage, and then unlocking the car doors.

"Ey, don yo guys leav' mah again!" Eren said out of nowhere, making the whole group stop whatever they were doing to look over at him. "I wa so los' whenever I got ther, I did'n kno wha'da do.." He continued, keeping a sleepy look on his face. The whole group was shocked. They knew that Eren was taken away, but even Mikasa wasn't given a pebble of the story.

"Eren, " Bertholdt said, "We aren't going to take advantage of the knowledge you have while your drunk, so go to sleep." He commented, ruffling Erens hair.

Eren gave him a half-witted smile, before closing his eyes. The few things he did hear before he closed them were;

"We weren't gonna let him in the first place."
"Let's get him home."
"Hopefully, we can..."

And Eren fell to sleep.

..

It was a normal day, really, it was. Eren had just gotten back from school at about 3:30, and had walked home with Armin. Armin was supposedly gonna tutor Eren, but they both knew that they'd just hang out on the roof.

Eren ran into the house, waving at his mother.

"Hey Mom, Armins gonna tutor me for an hour or so!"

She turned her head to the side, sighing. "Okay, just make sure to be ready to eat dinner at six!" She concluded, earning smiles from the boys as they rushed up the stairs.

Eren lifted up the window seal, pushing it up as far as it would go. He stepped on one foot at a time, hanging onto the railing.

"Be careful!" Armin noted, worried sick about his clumsy friend.

"Armin, I've done this about a hundred times, how hard can it be now? " he exclaimed, Pressing one foot harder down on the outside slit before lifting his leg up onto the roof, shimmying to get on top of it. He about lost his balance, but he would never tell Armin that. "Come on!" He yelled, holding his hand out for Armin to grab.

Armin looked at his hand as he was hugging the wall. "I'm fine! I don't need help!" He muttered, causing Eren to roll his eyes and start to climb up and sit down.

About thirty seconds later, Armin went to sit beside him. "Hey..." He said to Eren, looking up at the fluffy white clouds in the sky.

Eren rolled his eyes onto Armins face. "Yes?" He asked.

"Don't you think we take things for granted way to much?" Armin asked.

"What do ya mean? I know we have a lot of nice things, and that I take advantage of what I have. I also know it can be gone in a second." Eren concluded.

"Do you? Do you really?" Armin questioned, sending Eren being utterly confused. "Everyone always say that they understand, that they know that it could happen. But they really don't, cause you don't know how it feels until it's actually taken away. And because your so used to it, you take so much damage you don't know who you are anymore." He said quietly, only hearing the wind flowing in the silence.

"... Whatever, Armin. We don't need to worry about such things right now. We have a house, family, and everything we possibly need. I mean, there isn't anything wrong right now, so why even bother?

"Armin sighed, not really wanting to argue with Eren. He was probably right; there life was perfect, and they were about to finish middle school. Nothing would happen till then.

Armin had decided to leave after an hour or so, leaving Eren throwing a ball into the wall, letting it bounce back, and him catch it again. He wouldn't admit it, but he actually thought about what Armin had said. Everything gone in the blink of an eye. But he was probably prepared for anything, since he'd survived people jumping him.

"Eren! Dinner!" He heard his mother call, him rushing down the steps as fast as he could. He was starving, and it smelled like steak tonight. He swirled around the railing, seeing that his father and step-sister, Mikasa, were at the table, ready to eat. Eren sat down, put his napkin in his lap, and waited as his mother laid the food on the table.

"Dear God," he said their prayers, all holding hands, and then ravaging into the food.

"Eren, you'll choke! Don't do that!" His mother scolded, pulling the plate from him.

""But I'm growing mom! I need food just like any other man!" Eren whined, taking another bite out of the potato. He looked over at Mikasa, who was unusually quiet today. "What's wrong, Mikasa?" He asked.

"..." Mikasa was very quiet and shy about the subject at first, but finally spoke, "How do guys like other guys?"

Her Mom spluttered a little of water out of her drink, but quickly composed herself and answered, "Well, that's very easy," She put down her cup. "One day you will find out that love is not a choice. You fall for whomever you do, whether it be a girl or boy. You can't help it, Mikasa. You'll understand one day."

Mikasa took a deep breath and exhaled. "You always say that, don't you." She turned to Eren. "Would you ever fall for a boy?" She asked him nonchalantly.

""W-Wha?!" He asked, falling back in his ever. "I-I don't know! I've been straight up till now!" He stuttered out, and his mother giggled.

"I guess we will find out, won't we Mikasa? " she breathed, the father silent all this time. They continued their meal, chatting peacefully, and then cleaning up.

"Goodnight, Eren," His mother whispered as she slowly shut the door, hoping not to disturb him from try to go to sleep. Eren smiled, and dozed off.

It smells weird. Those where the first things Eren thought when he woke up in the middle of the night. It was about fourteen minutes after midnight, and he felt that something wasn't right. He slowly got up, rubbing his eyes and putting some blue slippers on. He stood up, and slowly opened up his door.

Which revealed a fire rummaging through his house, swallowing anything in sight.

He could move. Could breathe. Almost could stand. He was so shocked, he was clueless, so damn clueless. He thought of his sister next door.

"MIKASA!" He screamed, dodging the wooden chunk that was aflame, coming down from the wall.

There was only silence for what seemed like a lifetime, when he finally heard "EREN!" Come from her room, and he slammed his body into the door to bust it open. Mikasa was shaking, the fire all around her room.

"GET OUT!" He screeched, pushing Mikasa out of the room. "JUMP DOWN INTO THE POOL BELOW!" He yelled once again, opening up the window at the end of the hallway.

"NO WAY IN HELL! YOU NEED TO COME WITH ME!" She yelled back, climbing near the window seal.

"MIKASA, WILL YOU PLEASE JUST FUCKIN LISTEN TO ME THIS ONCE?!" He screamed before he saw nothing but-

Crumble.

He glimpsed up at Mikasa, who had an horrified expression on her face and reached out for him, as the floor gave out on him. He slammed into the table in the dining room, yelping at the pain streaming through his back.

He slowly got up, only seeing everything on fire. Fire. FIRE. "MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed, putting his hands on his ears, trying to claw at everything. He was so freaked and spooked, he felt insane. Marks stretched throughout his face, him having tears stream down his face.

"Help me help me help me help me help me help me..." He continued to say as he cradled himself in a corner, shaking violently.

"EREN!" A voice called, and when he looked up, he saw both of his parents looking at him, scared but collected. He gasped, thanking god for hope.

"Oh my gosh! Mom! We need to get out of here!" He yelled, trying to stand up, coughing from the smoke filling the room.

"I know! Come on, let's go!" He yelled, holding out her hand.

Her bloodstained hand.

When Eren had looked up, he saw a flash of a dart and a big boom. Scarlet liquid had flew everywhere, as if in slow motion, covering the walls and Erens face. He stared wide eyed at the hole that had been given to her a few seconds ago. Her eyes went from shocked to lifeless, as she crumbled to her knees, and then the ground. Her blood made a small puddle in the amiss. Eren couldn't say a word.

"Ahh,...ung..." He muffled out, not knowing what happened. Did...l his mom... Just... Die? Did she... Just Die? DIE. DIE? DEATH. DOOM. NOTHING. DESPAIR. DESTRUCTION. UNHAPPINESS. DEPRESSION. HATE. HELL.

"YOU FUCKER!" He screeched to no one, still taking in what happened. His father just stood there, back facing him. "DO SOMETHING DAD! ANYTHING!" He begged, clawing at his shirt.

His wet shirt.

"Dad...?" He mumbled, looking at him. The dark blotch seemed to get bigger and bigger, as a shadow was lingering behind him. He looked at Eren, giving him a weak smile, before he joined his wife on the ground.

"OI, what the hell. Another fucking brat to kill." The shadow murmered, sighing to himself.

Eren felt angry. Pure, raw hatred. If he had to describe it using himself, he would've screeched and screamed, ripping his skin off and break his bones with his own hands. Then he'd claw his eyes out, chop off his ears, cut off his lips, and hack his body parts. That's how angry and sad Eren felt right now.

"I...I..." He tryed, tears unwilling to stop. "I'm... Going to kill you... Going to murder you... KILLL EVERY FUCKING LIVING THING LIKE YOU ON THIS FUCKING ROTTEN PLANET!" He screeched, going up when he felt hands all over him. Grimy, filthy hands.

"He can't do shit."
"What a waste of money."
"Things he's the big damn."
"What a fucking retard of a kid. Such a little whiny bitch."

Something shot into his arm, making him fall asleep. But before he did, he felt something yank him by his hair and say, "He'll be a good test subject."

"Eren!" A person yelled, making Eren pick up the closest thing that was near him and throw it at the noise. The person was startled, amazed by the murderous intent the boy held in his eyes.

"WHAT?!" He yelled, vision blurry. He soon realized that he was in a hospital, with some injuries. Above him...

"Levi, what the fuck are you doing here?" He spat, sighing and relaxing.

"I should ask you. No, more like your driver. You were in a car accident, Eren. We're not sure if everyone survived."