My chapters are getting worse and worse I'm sorry, it's because I have nothing to do.
Actually, I need to do homework, but I want to procrastinate - AND THUS, THIS JUNK COMES FORTH.
Sorry this one isn't as great.
Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own SnK because I'm a procrastinating student who should write her essays.
Three Warriors
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"It's definitely going to be cloudy."
"No, sunny."
"That looks like rain to me."
"Last time it rained, he slept upright."
"He is upright."
"No, his face is smashed into the wall."
"That means it'll be cloudy."
"Nah, it's definitely—"
Typically, he found these arguments to be amusing. Typically, he woke up more or less groggily, to the sound of Jean and Eren and Connie debating how, when, and where he fell asleep. Typically, he didn't have this leaden weight in his gut, but today was not typical, and he dreaded the next step.
"It'll be sunny," Eren repeated, with such conviction that the other two went silent for a few second before reentering their argumentative phase.
"Cloudy," said Connie.
"Tornado," Millius called from across the cabin.
"Earthquake," Dazz shouted.
They're all wrong, Bertholdt wanted to tell them, because who could he tell? He hoped that Reiner remembered, because the last thing he remembered of the muscular blond was that he'd headed outside wordlessly.
They had graduated; they were full-fletched soldiers now.
And as Eren and countless others rode up the side of the wall, he watched them go with an apprehensive swallow. Reiner was not up there. Annie was not up there.
Someone touched his arm; she immediately slipped into the busy crowd, and he could not follow.
He followed Mina and Dazz, but discreetly hopped onto a supplies elevator, waiting for the pulley to begin reeling him up the massive wall.
Don't wait, okay? Reiner had told him. Just like we did five years ago.
He dreams of falling, of being crushed, of being eaten.
Nightmares fill his empty sleep, but he hides in a hollow corner of his mind, waiting for the images to go away. He sees his friends dying, he sees himself in a dungeon.
He sees someone flying down from behind Reiner and cutting through his neck like it's made of air.
He sees Annie falling to her knees as a soldier stabs her through.
He sees so many people, and then he sees none.
He found it unnerving that the first thing he saw, as his vision cleared and the steam dispersed, was Eren's back. And then their faces, all their faces, terrified of him.
And then the seconds were ticking down, and though Eren couldn't make it to his neck in time, he was slow, so slow.
Suddenly he was falling in his gear; he shot a hook and flew towards the wall. He swung through the very hole he'd just kicked in, and he ran for his life.
No one ever saw Annie run in and wrench herself from her titan form.
No one ever saw Reiner grab both of their arms and duck into an empty cart.
No one saw the horses pulling them away, pulling far, far away onto a lonely rooftop where they watched their own work unfold.
He reads over Reiner's poem with a strange frown.
But he says nothing.
It is the night of their graduation; it has been three years since they began.
It's been five years since the fall of Maria.
And it's 24 hours until the fall of the next.
/chapter
I just wanted to write about them predicting weather again, okay?!
I didn't know what to write.
Difficulty in order of most to least: writing Reiner, then Bertl, then Annie.
GAHHHH.
Usually it's Reiner, but Bertl was really hard this time...
Blughhhhh.