"MIKASA! MIKASA! NO!"
"C'mon, we have to get out of here!"
"NO! MIKASA!"
"It's too late, she's gone already!"
"NO!"
"Eren, you're weak right now, come on! We have to get moving"
"SHUT UP! MIKASA! MIKAA!"
Gasping for air, Eren sat up in the middle of the darkness. Tears dampened his cheeks, his heart beating against his chest and in his ears. His sheets were tangled between his legs, sweat covering his body.
Nightmares were not uncommon for him. From time to time, he would wake up with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart. Yet, as of lately, he had been having them almost every day.
They weren't all that different. Sometimes it was his dad, begging and crying, steam all around him in the darkness, sometimes it was his mom, crying and saying go and blood and titans and pain.
But most of the time it was her, being dragged away from him, scared and struggling to get free before they knocked her out and he shouted and yelled and called for her and please come back.
The morning routine was always the same after a nightmare. He showered and dressed, he got breakfast and he didn't look at anyone, except maybe Armin.
That day, however, they were going over plans with the new information about where she could be. They had tried everything for so long and nothing. Nothing about her, nothing about the abductors.
But the day before they finally managed to find something that could lead them to her. And they couldn't help but hope.
"But why her? He is against the Titan Shifters, and everyone knows I am one, not her" it hadn't passed three days and they were already in a meeting to discuss Mikasa's situation. Eren had his head in his hands, his stare locked in the table.
"Eren, she is not only an Ackerman but one of you main weakness. He's going to train her; he's going to transform her into something completely different" Hange, as worried as they were, could still think straight unlike him.
"Like brainwashing and all that stuff?" Jean spoke from a few seats away, desperation clear in his eyes. Even after getting over his crush on Mikasa, she was a friend and a comrade. All of them were waiting to know any news about her.
"Perhaps. We can't be completely sure; he is unpredictable and uses new techniques every time" Hange crossed their arms over their chest, leaning back on their chair.
"He has already trained people?!"Armin looked at Hange, his eyes wide open in fear. More people trained like him?
"Yes. Ackermans. He leaves the brainwashing for others" Levi spoke from Hange's side, leaned back with his legs crossed.
"But who did he train?" Eren raised his head, looking at his superior with dead eyes.
"Me"
The plan was actually very simple. Get in, find her, get out. Simple.
Well…essentially.
Inside, there were very high chances they'd find guards, maybe some Military Police men.
No other super-humans (Ackerhumans as Connie had named them) aside from Kenny though, as Levi was sure Kenny did not have any children and Mikasa's father, along with Levi's mother, were dead.
"Are you ready, Eren?" Levi put a hand on the boy's shoulder, both looking down to the map in front of them.
"As ready as I can be. I just want her back"
Swords in hand, everyone waited until they were sure who was inside and who was not.
And from then on, things were just a blur in Eren's mind.
He could remember things like getting in, finding people, searching for her. But if he had to tell you how many people they fought, how many people they hurt…He probably couldn't tell.
She was in a room. It was almost bare, with a simple bed and a simple window. She didn't have things of her own, yet she wasn't in the same clothes she was wearing that day.
The first thing he noticed was that the room was too easy to access. Then he noticed that there was, in fact, no security around her.
She turned to see them when she heard the door open, and she turned around as if she was going to smile.
It turned into a frown when she saw them, and then into a snarl when Eren came in. She turned around, big knife in hand. Her eyes looked so wide and the knife didn't even tremble in her hands. It took him into a different time, a different place.
It took him to a moment shared between different people, and in the brief moment he wasn't there, she ran forward.
Jean barely blocked the blade with one of his weaker ones, the sword bending with Mikasa's force.
"Eren, move!" he shouted, taking a step back just as his blade broke in two.
But he couldn't. He found his feet glued to the floor, his hands limp as the blades fell from them.
"Eren!" he heard so far away it was like a whisper. It could have been only seconds, but everything was so slow… He could see every one of her moves, he could see the way her hair followed after her, the way she gripped the knife in both hands. She looked so beautiful…She had always been, but after being so long without her, so so long…
You could ask Eren what it felt like being stabbed by the love of your life.
But if he was being honest… he couldn't remember.