So, double update, because reasons.
We continue working in silence after that. And it was eating me alive. By the time we have almost finished cleaning the café, my face is swollen and red from where the liquid sugar had landed and I was feeling a little- okay a lot- sick.
The images of what Levi's team had portrayed in their explanations chase each other around in my mind. Each image in conflict with another for my attention, the adrenaline rush from the food fight leaving my system and the pain in my face finally taking hands with the rigorous training Petra had put me through earlier and I am knocked flat on my ass. Too tired to move. Too tired to think and far too tired to care at this point.
Angels had returned to the café to eat, which reminds me that I haven't eaten all day. Those closest to me whisper amongst each other, their tones ranging from pity to suspicion, though one word stands out painfully. Human…
I find that this word irritates me more than it should, to the point that I loathe it.
"What did you call me?"
My voice rings clear through the room, much louder than I had originally intended. The café stills and no one moves a muscle.
"Did I stutter? I asked you a question," I turn my head in the direction of the first whispers. My rage flowed through my veins like scorching lava, making my heart race and my soul soar. It was addicting in that it made me brave, fearless. It felt like I was being dragged out to sea by a rip tide of emotions, but a storm was brewing and who am I to stop a storm?
"I called you human, human," the angel replies with a cocky smirk. I wished for nothing more in this world than to wipe that smile off his face.
"Are you not human, human?" his lady friend next to him asks. The few other humans in the room go still. They are used to the prejudice, and maybe they are too scared to stand up for themselves. But in this moment, I'm not afraid of anything.
I slowly clamber to my feet, my arms hang loose at my sides, my fingers not even clenching and my head low. The room is so quite that if someone were to drop a pin it would not only shatter the silence like a dropped crystal glass, but it would move me to action also.
"Yes, I am human, angel," I say with my head low. I feel the room draw a collected breathe. No one dared to break the silence, but I do again. "But I am not just any human," I clench my jaw as I lift my head to look the offending being in the eye. "I am Eren Jeager and Captain Levi Ackerman chose me to be his household member. So ask yourself, angel, why didn't he choose you?"
I knew provoking an angel was a bad idea, but I did it anyway. The two angels lunge at me from across the table, but I am ready for them. The female comes at my midriff, so I laced my fingers together and swing at her head. I hear a satisfying crack as she rolls away from me, shrieking. The male roars in fury that he rains down on me with his fists. He moves far too quickly for me to dodge, so I take the hits. The pain fuels my rage.
He punches me to the ground, panting heavily and pacing up and down. I use that against him as I twist about and catch his legs, causing him to flail about and spread his wings slightly to regain his balance. Which was exactly what I was hoping for.
I leap to my feet, dodge one of his wings and come up behind him. I grab hold of one arm and wing and twist slightly. He screams out in rage as he crashes to the ground and I pin his arm and wing against his back. Soon his furious cries become pitiful sobs as excruciating pain courses through his body.
He is completely at the mercy of my wrath.
And I feel like shit for it.
That is until something smashes into the back of my head and everything fades to black.