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Inside the Red Zone

An Eren x Annie story-because-there-is-a-snake-in-my-boot by: Euregatto

Annie Leonhardt knew that without her father's guidance, she would only bring nothing but trouble upon herself… which is exactly what she's so candidly done – like reciting a Taboo ritual on the steps of the Capital's sacred castle – by allowing herself to mercilessly fall head-over-heels in love with Eren Jaeger, who, dare she admit it, gets himself into about ten times as much trouble in only a fraction of the time.

So of course Annie isn't surprised when she, Reiner, Bertholdt (who seemed to pop up out of nowhere, but she doesn't question where he had been prior to retrieving Eren), Jean, Mikasa, Armin, and a still unconscious Eren are summoned up to the North Rose Plateau immediately upon their return to the Wall. Hell, she even has to keep herself from laughing at the dire nature of the situation when Kitts Verman says, or rather, screams:

"If any of you dare speak a word about what you witnessed here today, I will personally have you publically executed on Hangman's Row! Do you understand me!?"

The silence that follows the General's order deafens the group and Annie can hear her own heartbeat pounding into her ears, a steady rhythm similar to a drum, fueled by adrenaline and worn by the exhaustion of the day. The plateau is teaming with a perfectly formed ring of Garrison soldiers who have their horrified gazes locked on Eren limply hanging from Armin's arms, the latter kneeled down in the center of the clearing. They peevishly wait for the intensity to explode into cataclysmic violence.

Annie shares a knowing glance with Reiner. Fuck with us and get devoured, she thinks jeeringly, and her expression resounds through his amber eyes. Bertholdt glances at her from the corner of his peripheral vision, and she gives him an affirmative nod. Mikasa, to her left, has her fingers wrapped firmly around her hilts, blades lowered submissively to the ground; Jean is stepped back towards her, defending her instinctively, glare narrowed into dangerous slits.

"Now get out of here," Kitts continues, gesturing for the trainees to exit through the passage behind the army.

Annie weighs her options carefully. She could stay here and fight – defend the careless bastard in Armin's grasp – or she could leave with her group and let Armin and Mikasa testify to what had happened – defend their careless bastard in Armin's grasp. Fuck, why wasn't this an easy decision? She should just leave. She doesn't need him. Eren is a selfish idiot. He would get her killed if she dared stand up for him –

"I SAID NOW!" Kitts roars and his thunderous voice earns a strangled yelp from Bertholdt, but the trainees don't budge an inch.

Annie knows now she is in deep, deep trouble, and she'll be damned if Eren Jaeger made it any worse for her!

Reluctantly she draws out the hilts of her swords, unsheathing her blades with a metallic hiss. Silver blades gleam dangerously in the light as the sun arcs out of the azure sky and ignites her glare with tangerine and crimson fires. Gradually Reiner follows suit, and Bertholdt makes a brief groan of anxiety – "Seriously you guys, we shouldn't do this" – before shielding himself with his own weapons.

Kitts takes that a sign of a challenge. "I see…"

"I'll kill you all."

Eren's whisper is barely audible over the thrumming of the wild wind, and Annie goes rigid in her spot as the boy behind her stirs into consciousness; against her better judgment, she gyrates her torso to face him. His jaded eyes are glazed over with an intense emptiness, residues of his voided memories fading gradually the more he breathes, fingers digging aimlessly into Armin's jacket and the grass beneath him.

He's awake. He's alive.

"Eren," Armin mutters, "Eren, answer me!"

"Ar-Armin…"

"Did you hear that, sir?!" Oh no. "He said he's going to kill us!"

"Eren Jaeger," Kitts hisses and the trainee picks his head up with a start. "Are you human, or are you a monster like one of those things outside?!"

Eren's jaw gapes open as he searches for an appropriate answer. To be honest, he's very perplexed by the scenario he's woken up to – he isn't in Trost, nor the cavernous stomach of that bearded Titan, and some Garrison general is screaming bullshit nonsense about him being a Titan himself? What the actual hell? He glances at the bodies around him for answers, but they have their individual attentions focused on the team of soldiers. And why is everyone acting like this?

"I don't know what you're talking about," he spits back, adjusting himself on his knees. His answer is honest whether Kitts wants to accept it or not.

"So you're telling me you don't have the ability to transform into a Titan?!"

"I said I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"We need to stop this," Reiner whispers as his clutch on his swords tightens, "they know too much already…"

"That idiot's the one who shifted," she rebounds just as quietly.

"We can't do anything about it," Bertholdt voices under his breath. "We risk exposing ourselves and ruining this whole mission!"

Kitts presses his lips into a thin line in thought. "Rico," he remarks and the silver-haired woman hums in return, "ready the cannon. If they refuse to answer my next question, I'll execute them on spot."

"Sir." She raises her hand to the soldiers at the top of the wall behind her and they salute an affirmative.

"I'll ask you one more time," Kitts snarls as his accusing glare sweeps across the group, landing pointedly on Eren, "what in all seven levels of hell are you?!"

"I'm human!" He snaps back.

His voice radiates through the plateau with an unusual kind of authority Annie feels herself unnerved by. She studies Kitts for his reaction, and by the way his fear has hardened over into something much, much more omnipotent, she quickly sheathes her blades and bends her knees. Reiner, Bertholdt, and finally Jean follow her lead – to the Garrison they are surrendering, to each other, they are preparing to run.

"If that's your answer then," Kitts continues, raising his hand to the soldiers up-top the wall, "please, do not hate me for this."

"Reiner!" Bertholdt remarks and his friend brings the arch of his hand up to his lips.

"I'm on it! RUN!" Reiner exclaims, his voice drowned out by the explosion of gunpowder and whistling of the cannonball as it drills through the air, rocketing towards them at blinding speed.

They have exactly seven seconds to respond, and without even hesitating Annie sprints for Eren, snatching him up by his elbow, Mikasa on his other side. "Let's go!" Annie declares, but she barely manages to get a step when he twists his hand out of her grip and grasps her forearm, nearly pulling her down to the dirt with him. "Eren!" She stresses through her teeth. He's staring up at her, gazing deep through her like she's an open book.

She knows exactly what he's planning, and apparently Jean has seen it too. "Group up!" He orders on cue, and they land on their knees around the boy moving his hand from his key to the rim of his lips. The last thing Annie sees before everything goes black is the blood erupting from the torn flesh in his palm.

There is an explosion of heat, rocking the air, sending tremors through the ground beneath them. The cannonball explodes against the pseudo-Titan's out-stretched hand, blowing open the length of its arm and outer layer of flesh, filling the plateau with ruinous debris and smoke. Outside the cataclysmic scene Kitts moves his forearm away from his eyes and studies the silhouette vaguely forming through the ash cloud.

"Rico," he mutters grimly as she wipes away a smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of her hand, "what is that?"

His question is answered when the Titan takes form. And its eye snaps over to spear into him with a judgmental glare.

He's frozen in place by his overwhelming fear – his ornate desire to run from the situation rather than face it, but his boots feel plastered to the platform and his blood pumps into his ears with the malicious intensity of a sledgehammer.

"It's a Titan, sir."

"Thanks for the newsflash, Rico!" He snaps back. She's unfazed by his outburst but her lips press taught into a thin line.

Inside the wreckage Annie is the second to recover – over the intense ringing in her ears and throbbing in her skull she registers the sound of Reiner zip-lining up to the base of the creature's neck, digging his blades into the tender flesh of the damaged shoulders. Her body aches immensely in her shoulders and ribs, tense muscles straining beneath her weight as she brings herself to her knees.

"Reiner!" She calls out. Her voice reverberates through the cage of bones enclosing her in. A bone shard from the shattered collarbone collapses, impacting the ground and exploding outwards into fragments of marrow and ash. "R-Reiner!"

"He's not responding to me!" Reiner informs her, slicing into the tendons of the vertebrae. "Eren, hey, can you hear me? Eren!"

"The fuck was that?" Jean hisses as he massages his brow.

"There was so much heat," Armin mumbles under his breath, "and then an explosion…"

"Annie."

She takes a moment to register Bertholdt's voice before gradually turning to face him. "What?" But there's no need to answer her question, because when she catches his despondent gaze, she knows for an actual fact that he's reached a conclusion she hasn't.

A moment later Reiner and Eren appear around the sternum of the body. "Guys!" Eren remarks, relieved and exasperated, his eyes defined by eroded veins and chest heaving with ragged breaths, "are you alright?"

"As dandy as a goddamn flower," Annie hisses bitterly and draws up to her feet, pressing her palm against a dissolving rib to stabilize herself on her feet. The back of her head throbs immensely from where she was most likely hit by debris and she subconsciously massages her swelled bump, bruised skin itching as the veins meld themselves together instinctively.

Eren opens his mouth to continue when Jean's immediate shout cuts him off, "Why didn't you tell us you can do that?! You've been lying to that damned general and almost got us all killed!" He brushes dust from the front of his pants. "I would have loved a heads up as a minimum you freaking prick!"

"He shot a cannonball at us! What was I supposed to do, hold a counterattack meeting?!"

"A warning would have been nice!"

"And I did not lie!"

"Enough!" Reiner snaps, stepping between them. "You two can have a bitch-off later! Last time I checked, there are three times as many soldiers than us waiting for the smoke to clear before they make their next move, they have a cannon and a lieutenant with a Titan-kill record the size your goddamn mouths, and I don't have a single intention of dying in this forsaken Wall! So I suggest you two grow the fuck up so we can devise a plan and get the hell out of here, got it?"

"Alright, alright," Jean shoots back defensively, "don't get your panties in a twist."

"I could transform again," Eren offers, "take us right over Wall Rose."

"And go where?" Mikasa retorts.

"I don't know," he answers after a beat, "but a good place to go would be the basement. We should find out what's down there that Dad never got to show me." A drop of blood trailed down out of his right nostril, following a rivulet-like pattern over his lip and down his chin. He reflexively wiped it away with his sleeve. "Shit!"

"Your body is taxed," Bertholdt states as he gets to his feet. "You can't shift again, it's too dangerous. But we'll help you though, our gas tanks are still half full from the return trip. That's enough to get us somewhere."

"We?" Annie echoes. "There is no we."

Eren presses his palm to his forehead. "Seriously Annie, you already declared yourself a traitor when you stayed to help me."

"Don't push it. I'll ditch your ass in a heartbeat."

"Maybe," Armin starts cautiously, earning their attention, "maybe if we can convince them you are truly, truly human, they'll reconsider the death penalty. But in order to do that, one of us is going to have to convince them through the voice of a soldier."

Jean suddenly slaps Armin on his shoulders. "Take one for the team buddy!" He chirps, shoving him towards the sternum. "If you die, I promise I'll take good care of Mikasa!"

"You're going with him," Mikasa amends and Jean instantly pales. "Two soldiers are better than one."

"And why am I the one doing it, anyway?" Armin voices.

"We trust your judgment Armin," Eren responds matter-of-factly. "You've never let us down."

"Really?"

"Really."

Armin takes a moment to ponder Eren's words before curling his fingers into a tight fist. He lets his determination overwhelm his anxiety, allows his adrenaline to oppress his fear. "Okay, I'll get us out of this, I promise."

"Great," Jean seethes and gradually treks after Armin as the younger boy starts for the clearing, "and I get to be his damned babysitter…"

Reiner notices that the thicket is dissolving. "Bertholdt, watch the cannon and tell us when to move."

The smoke rolls away from the dissolving Titan corpse with the limited gusto of wind blowing in from over the wall, rising like a pillar into the sky and evaporating into the thin air. Jean and Armin press their fists to their chests as they steel their nerves, Armin's thoughts reeling around in the back of his mind, Jean's heart beating rapidly into his throat. Armin can practically hear the other trainee's pulse through his skin.

Kitts glares at them with approximately as much irritation as before. "Giving up?" He muses, bitter and dark.

"We came to plea on behalf of Eren Jaeger!" Armin answers quickly, his voice trembling beneath his own fingertips. "If you won't listen to him then please listen to us! We don't come to you as enemies, we come to you as soldiers!"

Kitts purses his lips. "I see. Then you'll be able to tell me… is Eren Jaeger a human, or a monster?"

'He's a human!" Jean replies first, "He is obviously a human! He may be the biggest dick on the face of the planet"—"Screw you too!"—"but he would never do anything that could pose a threat to humanity! He's always been on humanity's side!"

Gradually, Kitts's left hand rises to shoulder-level.

The bullet shreds through Jean's side before the shot even reaches their ears. Blood explodes out through his back just above his hip, splattering across the ground behind him – he drops to his side a moment later, clutching at the gushing wound and screaming into the crimson dirt. "Jean!" Mikasa exclaims, shooting up to retrieve him, but Eren snags her by her wrist. "Let me go!"

"You can't!" Eren barks and she instantly drops to her knees to keep herself grounded, choking down an enraged cry, boiling rage seeping out through her every pore. "Mikasa, you can't help him!"

"That's a warning," Verman seethes, gesturing to Armin now. The gunman trains the rifle on the blond boy who immediately seizes up with fear, every muscle tensing and straining as he battles his primal desire to run in the other direction. "I'm going to ask you one. More. Time. And I want a straight-forward answer, soldier. Is Eren Jaeger a human"—the gunman's forefinger tightens on the trigger—"or a monster?"

"A human!"

"Then," Kitts swaps his left hand for his right, raising it towards the cannon, "you leave me with no choice!"

Reiner's arm flexes around Eren's shoulders, waiting for the immediate moment to run, his glare narrowed and ignited with hazel fires. Mikasa positions herself to grab Jean when Bertholdt, whose stare has been on the massive weapon up-top the wall the entire time, gave the shout.

"By order of the Decree of the Great Walls, I sentence you traitors"—his gesture reaches its peak salute—"to death!"

A hand snaps up Kitts's wrist, forcing his arm down to his side. "Now don't do that," the voice coerces, "these kids have answered your questions Kitts, there's no need to take matters so violently."

"C-Commander Pixis," Kitts acknowledges, tension receding in the shadow of his boss. "Sir, that brat can become a Titan!" He points to Eren. "He cannot be allowed to live, much less be alive inside Wall Rose! It's too dangerous!"

"I'm aware of that," Pixis says, brushing him off completely, before trekking down the platform steps. "You and your men are dismissed, General."

Kitts open his mouth to rebound but Rico grabs his forearm, shaking her head. He gives up and with a flick of his wrist the soldiers sheath their swords and follow him out through the passage behind them.

Armin slides to his knees as his adrenaline surge depletes and he falls forward onto his hands, stomach wound tight into a coil. "It's over… it's over… oh Maria, it's over…"

"Go to Jean," Eren whispers to Mikasa.

She sprints over to the boy bleeding out on the ground, curled up weakly in a pathetic fetal position, gagging on his own internal fluids as they clog his throat. "Jean," she ushers, helping him roll onto his back, keeping his head elevated with the crook of her elbow. "Answer me, Jean."

"I'm okay," he mutters, "perfectly okay, yeah…"

"You were shot," she deadpans.

"It's not that bad, I swear." A beat later he coughs and the erupting blood spills out through his sputtering lips.

Reiner and Bertholdt lean over them, petulant frown formed on Reiner's face. "Uh, dude," he remarks, "you need some immediate medical attention. Let me get you up."

In the background, Eren divides his gaze between Reiner helping Jean to his feet, and Pixis approaching him. Annie's hand slides into his, fingers entwining instinctively, igniting his blood with something genuine, something protective and placid. "Thank you," he says breathlessly when Pixis has drawn to a stop before him. "Well, for saving us, Commander, that would have been disastrous."

"Eren Jaeger," Pixis avows, "I want you to come with me."

"Where, sir?"

"To the top of the Wall." He turns to face Reiner and Bertholdt who are supporting Jean carefully, the hole in his side leaking liquid crimson onto the ground. "You kids should head back," Pixis suggests. "We're going to be reclaiming Trost soon, so I suggest you rest up back at the medical bay. Which of you left can fight?"

"I can sir," Mikasa offers, "as can Armin." The boy in question finally recovers from his trauma and approaches them at the mention of his name.

"Very good. You two will be coming with me."

Reiner, Bertholdt and Jean wordlessly limp off in the other direction and disappear down the passage, and Annie, instead of following them, grips Eren's hand harder. "We need to speak in private," she coerces, shoving her other one stubbornly into her pocket.

"Give us a moment," he remarks to the Commander, and after Pixis nods an affirmative he watches the shifter follow the blonde out of earshot. Eren's gaze is traveling along the familiar curves of her body – she's tensed up, muscles wound into tight coils like she's preparing to fight back should he jump her. That means she's either pissed or in absolute suspense.

There's a ninety-nine percent chance it's the former.

"What'd you want to talk about?"—she fists the front of his shirt and lunges up just as she reels him down, crushing their lips together at the perfect half-way point. She concludes that she was too rough by the way an explosion of copper leaks into the cavern of her mouth. He gradually leans into her and his hands grasp her jawline, tilting her up to him so he can slide his tongue against hers, and their teeth knock gently together.

Shit, he never thought he would do this again. The last thing he had imagined before the colossal creature swallowed him whole was her – layers of bituminous hair like the sun, more intense and more consuming, crystallized eyes that show him the ocean and the sky reflected in the waves beneath, the endearing scent of lemons and sugar on her skin, the taste of life and laughter on her lips, lips the meld so perfectly with his –

Suddenly she shoves him off, grasp still on his shirt, and her arm winds back—"Annie?!"

Her punch emits a deafening crack and both their bones snap against the force. The bridge of his cheek flares up with a familiar inferno that sends him stumbling back, her knuckles shatter upon impact but she isn't fazed by such a frequent feeling. He takes a moment to absorb what just happened and gradually his peridot gaze – blown wide open with shock and astonishment – returns to her ignited orbs.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"You broke your promise!"

That, right off the bat, makes him pause.

Her glare is brimming with rage and confusion, despair and abandonment, resentment and passion. "You told me you weren't going to die! And you went ahead and did anyway! Don't you ever think about anyone but yourself? Didn't you think of Mikasa or Armin or me?!" Her words spear him through his chest round after round, syllable to syllable. "Do you know how much it hurt believing that the only person I have ever had any feelings for was nothing more than another casualty in this insane game we're playing?!"

His jaw hangs open limply. Is she… "No, Annie, I just-!"

"You were just another statistic in this foolish war against the winning team! And you and your selfish desire to put everything you care about in your path of self-destruction is an equation for absolute failure! I won't do this anymore!"

"Annie-!"

"You've blinded me with this stupid lie for too long!"

"ANNIE! What are you saying?!"

"We're done." She briskly slides the necklace over her head and dejectedly chucks it at him, nailing him in the chest. It harmlessly bounces off into his fumbling hands. "And you can sell that rock for whatever the hell it's worth! I don't want it anymore!"

"Annie… don't do this"—

"Shut up."

—"please don't do this! I love you! Annie, I love you, please!"

"AND I LOVE YOU!" She screams, silencing him instantly. Her voice echoes out along the wall, earning the attention of the three soldiers still poised out of range. "Is that what you want to hear?! Tell me if that's what you wanted to hear you selfish bastard! Love is for the weak, Eren! Love is a useless emotion to justify the fears of a coward! So get this through your thick fucking skull – I. Don't. Love. You."

Every word spears him through the heart. The pain shatters its way through every nerve passage in his body, and his pulse beats into the acids of his stomach. It feels like she's breaking his heart. "A-Annie…"

"I never loved you," she spits, her truth seeping through her teeth like venom that poisons his mind, "and how can I ever hope to after everything you've just done to me?!" She turns on her heel and storms off the way she had come, fingers curled into tight fists so her nails slice through her skin. "We're finished! I don't care if you get killed out there or live to fight another day, I just don't ever want to see you again!"

"ANNIE!" He exclaims, but the weight of the world suddenly crashes down upon him and he hits on the concrete on his knees, clutching the pendant to his heart. Mikasa's familiar hands find his back and shoulder as she descends to his height, her muted cries of his name befallen like empty shadows upon the plane of his mind. "I'm so sorry," he sobs into his hand, hiding his shame from the judgmental sky – like her eyes – enclosed in a dome around them. "I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry for everything…"

Pixis uncaps his flask and takes a sip. "Oh yes, young love… I remember when I first had my heart broken…"

Armin glances up at him sympathetically. "What happened?"

"She was eaten by a Titan. Never found her corpse, though."

"…I don't think this is appropriate right now."

Annie breaks into a sprint when she's out of earshot and throws herself from the edge of the plateau at the edge of the passage, utilizing her grappling hooks to briskly descend to the town below like a spider dropping from its web. Reiner watches from his position on the second floor balcony of the infirmary ward as she pushes through the crowd, practically throwing them aside. She works her way into the building and he isn't surprised that, when he takes the liberty of turning to face the sound of a closing door – she appears right before him, steam rising from her knuckles and bones moving against the surface of her skin.

"It's not supposed to hurt," she mutters, shoulders quaking and cobalt orbs glazed with tears. "It wasn't supposed to hurt so much…"

There is loneliness in her voice, a sub-category of resolute desolation and blissful anguish, and the tacit lone wolf with the rocks in her heart is laying in pieces right before him. She brought this upon herself, certainly, definitely, unfortunately, but Reiner regrets keeping his distance during those months. He should have stopped it before it got out of hand. He shouldn't have let her bring such an obstacle into their path.

He sure as hell should have been a better friend instead of a half-assed prick, regardless of the unstable levels of trust between them.

He cups the back of her head with one hand and pulls her flush against him. She makes a muffled noise of protest. "Just let it out," he coerces with the most sincere voice she's ever heard him muster up, and she needs a moment to collect herself before she breaks him apart for being so kind. She instead stares distantly into the wall of his torso. "I promise I won't tell anyone a thing, nor will I judge you."

"You can't even tell Bertholdt."

"I promise I won't."

She buries her face into his welcome chest and screams through her rage, through her sorrow and her anguish and her pain – screams to defy the lie she's lived for so long and justify the tears soaking into the thick material of his shirt. He doesn't say a word to comfort her, neither does he make an attempt to hug her hurt away nor whisper some bullshit lecture about everything being okay. Because it isn't okay. It's never been okay. It will never be okay.

It's like the world continues to revolve against her – against them.

"I didn't want to feel anymore," she rasps, fisting a handful of his jacket and her own hoodie, right where their hearts reside. "So why does this hurt so much? It's like Eren's punched a gaping hole in my chest with his bare hands-"

He doesn't move to hold her back. "Annie…"

"Please don't pity me. Please don't… just make it stop. Make it all stop."

Reiner soothingly runs his thumb along her hair, sleek and golden despite the entwined ash, blood and dirt from the day's events. Her shoulders quake violently as she sobs into his touch. She's never been so broken before – especially not in front of him, not like this, not because of what she did. It scares him more than it should. "I can't do that, Annie, I don't know how…"

"You have to know!" She snaps defensively, clasp on his jacket tightening. "You have the answer to everything, you damned wise-ass! You have to know!"

"Annie… breathe, it's alright."

"It's not alright! I'll never be alright!" She's crying hysterically now – not because of Eren, but because of the vows she's broken, everything they've done, all the damage they've caused and the friends they willingly let die – and he can only stand there with his arms gradually wrapping around her frail body, holding her close in the first hug he's given her since they were children. "We're monsters! Monsters…!"

As her tantrum dies down her body presses lax against his, and he tells her as quietly as possible that it's time for them to let go of all human emotions, to release their bindings to the disfigured corpses of their friends lying somewhere on the burning streets of Trost. She complacently wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeve.

"I'm sorry," she mutters breathlessly, "you're right… I let Eren turn me into something I'm not. I won't let it happen again, our job is too important."

And just like Annie, Reiner is done with the feeble emotions of the humans living within the walls. They are monsters, after all.

"Guys?"

Annie digs her nails into her palms as Bertholdt's timid voice echoes out behind her. He sounds stunned, unnerved and on edge all at once; Annie can feel her shackles rising up in instinctive anxiety. Reiner casts his hazel orbs up to the third of their party and he exhales all irritation from his chest. He doesn't like to be interrupted. He doesn't like the look in Bertholdt's eyes any less. "Bert, what's up?"

"We need to take care of Marco."

A chill settles complacently amongst them. Annie's spine seizes up with primal fear but she ducks her rigid fists into the pouch of her hoodie to keep herself steady. She doesn't speak. Her silence ignites Reiner's qualm within him.

"What's wrong with Marco?" The blond shifter asks cautiously, but Bertholdt's gaze has diverted to a mark in the floor like it's the most interesting thing within Wall Rose.

"He knows."

Will Annie ever take Eren back? Can Eren win over Annie's heart? Am I just an absolutely evil bitch? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!