*shrugs*
Levi doing the THING is coming this week...
Also, did it pain anyone to see Rin so sad? (free!)
Also: Swimming Mackerelmore needs more love.
Disclaimer: snk not mine, not mine, not mine
Note: idk I'm really just testing out different writing styles (or just spitting stuff out) when I do these...hope you like it lol
Three Warriors
xxx. song .xxx
The moment he throws back the door, all he can remember is the gaping mouth of a titan before it closes down in an explosion of blood and screams on his friend. Beady eyes and thin, oily black hair, teeth of knives reflected in the terror of his face.
Someone tells him to run — maybe it's Bertholdt, he can't really remember — and they're stumbling away from the chewed up mass of bones and ripped flesh that was once Berik.
For months and months, there was a horrible, echoing mantra in his head.
Berik is dead, Berik is dead.
The titan ate Berik,
And Berik is dead.
And it went from kill the titans to avenge Berik, but what did they mean if they both meant the same thing? If he killed all the titans, wouldn't he kill himself?
Am I titan?
It sounded almost like a children's song, the kind that rings out in the village center as the girls in long dresses and the boys with their hats skip rope and sing, sing, sing.
He sometimes mumbles it to himself as he swings along in his 3D maneuver gear. He murmured his old friend's name as he trudged through the grass once upon a time, when the walls were intact and Annie whistled along without a care in the world.
And then there's metal on his tongue and metal in his hands, and the vengeful one has bloody murder in her eyes. There is the flash of an old red scarf, and then he screams Bertholdt's name, because what else can they do?
He hardly remembers what happens, but Bertholdt is clambering out of the clouds and he's got a boy in his arms, but who is that boy, and where am I?
He lets the dull thud of his footsteps comfort him, because he is still lost, but allows Bertholdt's quiet directions to guide him. Footsteps, impact, a thousand other words but those two are the most important. Then the moon is up, and he wonders if he should contemplate its miniscule sliver, but instead he keeps running until the copse of trees becomes taller than he.
His head hurts.
He was supposed to know, but he hardly knew anything. Ymir, with her derisive smirk and her folded arms. Eren, with his piercing eyes and just barely reined-in rage.
"Reiner, which one are you?"
He can't decide, he can't possibly decide, because he doesn't know, and his head is on the verge of splitting. And Reiner wishes that someone would just cleave his head in two, because he'd rather be a pool of blood than suffer through this excruciating pain, this bursting of his very sanity.
He wishes, in that minute second, that a titan would just open its mouth and let him fall into its maw, to be gnashed by its horrid teeth and to slide down its putrid throat.
And they would tell the others that a titan ate Reiner.
A titan ate Reiner.
A titan ate Re—
The titan ate Berik.
Reiner stares at Ymir; he isn't aware that he's shaking in his very boots. Hardly cognizant of the fact that Bertholdt is sitting there, staring at him, doubting him, waiting for him. Eren voices his confusion, but he's only a cricket in the grass, a sound of the background. And Ymir, her owlish blinks are slow and deliberate, and he can see the beady black eyes of the titan that ate Berik.
The titan ate Berik,
And Berik is dead.
"Don't worry," Reiner manages to croak in response, when Bertholdt stands and leans in close. "I'm a warrior right now."
Because
Berik is dead, Berik is dead.
The titan ate Berik,
And Berik is dead.
He wants to ask Ymir if she remembers who she ate.
She didn't.
/chapter
I really like Ymir, haha.
But.
Seriously.
New chapter of SnK soon! ASHGlkasjfkjfkkjk