Holy… I just realised that it's been more than a year since I posted this and holy crap… I. Am. So. Sorry! Anyways though, here is chapter two of Scouts and Scales. (FINALLY!)
When I come back to consciousness, I try lift a hand to the back of my head only to be shocked to hear the jangling of chains and finding a cold pressure on my wrists. I look down at my hands and find shackles attached to me, tethering me to the bed I found myself on. I, thankfully, wasn't naked, a large, blue, peasant shirt pulled over my head and off white pants over my legs. I sit up, pressing one hand over my eyes and the other gently prodding the back of my head for any sort of bleeding or swelling. When I find none, I'm satisfied but the pounding headache is still there. I groan, trying to remain as still as possible to keep the chains from moving as I sweep my eyes over the room. It's large, cold, and dark. The floor and all but one wall made of stone. The open wall was fitted with long bars. On the other side of the bars is a thin corridor and a stone wall, a line of chairs pressed into the wall, looking at the iron and stone room. Am I… in a dungeon? What the hell? This wasn't the dungeons located in Sina either. I have no idea where I am. Great.
There was a loud sound, that of a heavy door closing and I wince as it ripples around in my head painfully. I look up, past the bars, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, a guard or prisoner, whose attire, accent, or appearance might give away the location. After a minute or so of footsteps drawing nearer, three people walk into my view, sitting on the chairs across the narrow walk way and looking at me. A tall blond man, an average sized person with light brown hair, and a short man with inky black hair. I glare over at them, they appear to mean business, aside from the brunet who had a grin on their face, bouncing slightly in their chair.
"You are Eren Jaeger, correct? Son of Carla Jaeger and Grisha Jaeger?" I stiffen a bit at the mention of my father's name, but otherwise ignore the blond man. I was not going to give them any information. This was a kidnapping. Wait. My eyes widen a bit in realization. There is no way I survived the dragon attack after being knocked out cold. I narrow my eyes at the three in front of me. So they could shift too, huh?
"Oi, brat. Answer." The raven haired man says, his voice the same as the gruff voice I had heard in my head earlier.
"Be nice Levi. The poor dear probably just woke up." The brunet says, their voice as androgynous as their appearance, but the same as the other voice. Does that mean… I could communicate telepathically with these three if I wanted? At least in dragon form..? The wheels in my head keep turning and I continue to ignore the three seated before me, even when the shorter man looked about ready to come in here and tear my head off. I sit in my silence trying to figure everything out. Why was I kidnapped? Where am I? Who are these people?
The three eventually leave after a couple hours of my silence and I look up only as I hear the door slam shut behind them. I'm left for few hours before the brunet comes back, a tray of food in hand. They sit back down in the same chair they had before after slipping into the cell and setting the tray at the foot of the bed and retreating quickly.
"So Eren, how long have you been able to do it?" Their voice is a bit softer, not as boisterous as before as they lean forward to listen, a pencil in one hand and a notebook resting on their knee, their eyes are shimmering with what seems to be an unquenchable thirst for answers, but I refused to give in. Simply pushing around the food on the tray, eating none of it. It could be poisoned and I didn't trust it. "Probably not very long, huh?" They continue, babbling on, the topic quickly turning from questions to idle one sided chit-chat as I listen in just barely, keeping my mouth shut.
Mikasa was probably worried sick. And Armin. What was going to happen to them now..? With no one there to actually protect them from the recent dragon attacks what was going to happen? With a renewed fury, I glare at the person across from me. Damn it. I was furious with these people for attacking my home but I was even angrier at myself for being unable to protect the people living within the walls. I get myself off the bed and the brunet straightens up a bit, excited. I walk to the stone wall, the one closest to me, and punch it hard. I can feel the rough rock scraping at my skin and the force of the hit snapping a bone or two but I keep slamming my fist into the wall, not even wincing with the pain of punching the hard surface with a bloodied, broken hand. My face was turned from the person in the hall but I could hear them shouting at me to stop as they fumble with the keys to unlock the door.
I'm so sorry this is so short, but here it is at last!
I'm going to try and stay on top of things a bit better to update more frequently.
Thank you so much for reading!