The Jaws Of Desinthralment
Chapter 1
When you think of the Jaw Titan, you think of a cunning, agile beast. Its sharpened claws can slash through flesh and bone with no effort. It makes the sharpest of blades decay in envy. Its speed can cause panic in its enemies, causing them to act with fear. The escapees try their best to avoid the deadly fingers of the approaching beast.
Blood splattered across the dainty and destroyed battlefield as a large, muscular arm slammed onto one of the slower humans. The sickening sound of bone clanged against the resounding stomps of the beast, yet the beast seemed to halt as it took the time to look at its blood-stained claws.
The beast was around six meters, which was impressive for its type. It was muscular but not overly packed with muscle to render its movements sluggish, but fit enough to make a well-trained athlete quit. Its skin was a hazel tan, glistening as the sun was blaring. Its face was large and rounded, its mouth lipless, showing rows upon rows of sharp, shark-like serrated teeth. Its teeth were a chalky white, with long, deep brown hair flowing down its face, letting its sunken, bloody red eyes reveal untapped power that guaranteed terror. Its red eyes had spirals within them, making it look psychotic.
To the retreating humans, this was a spawn from hell, an acolyte of the devil that sent the beast on a mission to reign horror and dread to those who dared cross its path. If you were in its sights, you would never wake up, blink, or see your loved ones again.
You were dead.
The quadruped beast continued to look at its red-stained hand with a look that could only symbolize regret and remorse. It frowned, looking at its bloody hand before shaking its head. It needed to continue hunting down its enemies.
This was the Jaw Titan. It was an aggressive unit that could leave you spinning in circles. The sheer velocity could make your stomach churn—fear of being unable to keep pace and disgust at your weakness. The Jaw Titan made you feel hopeless.
Yet the current Jaw Titan could only look at its victims with pity. Its eyes seemed to water as the wind pushing against its face tried to slow down its momentum, yet the beast pressed onwards with an unshakable spirit that could not be tied down by any means.
Splat!
That was the sound that could be heard within the influx of panicked screams and deep, shrill yells. There was anguish within those screams, only to be defined as a rebellious battle cry towards the beast, a seemingly powerful figure. The beasts did have their weaknesses as well.
The Jaw Titan's ears rattled, warning it of impending doom. It mustered the strength in its rear legs and jumped forward. A large canon flew by it at impressive speeds before hitting the ground with an impact that caused the battlefield to cry out as it was continuously shattered.
The Jaw Titan looked to its left to see a large, tower-like building. It scanned it with a curious yet narrowed gaze. It was deciphering how to approach the tower. It had to handle this with the utmost care. It was a glass canon.
For all its amazing qualities, it was still regarded as weak. Its short size was its greatest asset but its greatest weakness. It was also seemingly frail as well. If it lost any of its limbs, it would need immediate assistance. However, like its speed, it was also quick-witted, able to calculate plans that others couldn't.
The Jaw Titan finished studying the tower and its unseen weaknesses and began running at it. The people at the top were screaming as the beast began to pick up speed faster than they anticipated, they managed to send more canon fires at it, but the Jaw Titan was untouchable. It zig-zagged with a grace that was unfit of such a dangerous monster.
The Titan lunged forward, its black, bone-plated claws dug into the infrastructure like a knife through butter. The enemies on the tower began to push and yell orders at one another. The Jaw Titan's heightened ears shivered as he heard one of the men shoot off a gun—the sound of the body dropping painted a sad visage in the beast's mind.
Suicide.
The man killed himself with no hesitation and no regrets. Perhaps that man lost everything; all he could do was trade his freedom for his country. Yet, the man died in a less-than-dignified way. The beast silently mourned the man he had never laid eyes upon. As the Jaw Titan jumped up the tower, it appeared on the roof, expecting to be riddled with bullets, but there as none.
The beast could only see the man who killed himself in a hopeless situation. He died on the battlefield, away from his loved ones, and in unknown territory. That was the most painful way to die. It marked the end of his fight in this broken world. The Titan took a moment to pray for the soul to pass on safely to whatever heaven he may see himself in. It was the least the beast could do for being the indirect killer.
The Jaw Titan's plated claws dug into the roof, and a bubbling sensation welled within it as it surveyed its surroundings from this high vantage point. It was quite high, about twenty meters, and the view of the charred and battle-scarred environment was all it could see.
The Jaw Titan exhaled a large amount of oxygen, letting its inner body cool off the heat accumulated over hours of fighting. It would've been exhausted and had to be pulled back by now. However, it had no time to rest on its laurels. It had a mission to accomplish; if it fell in battle now, its sacrifice would mean nothing. It was a tool, and when it loses its use, it is discarded for eternity, never picked up again or used by anyone else.
It had to stay alive to be the sharpest tool, never to dull in its expertise or to shatter after years of abuse. It had to hack and slash its way through the odds if it wished to return home.
But what is waiting at home? Friends, family, or another grueling mission? Its blood-coated eyes dulled with impassion as it tried to remember what was at home, waiting for its return.
It found none.
It was alone from the very beginning. It was isolated. It learned to fight by cutting into its adversaries, and its teeth grew sharper after each one was forcibly plucked out from its socket. Yet, they grew back tougher, sharper, deadlier.
Despite being alone, it continued to press onwards. Not for itself but for the people it was fighting alongside. It wouldn't stretch and call them companions, but more so battle friends. They were only friends on the battlefield, watching each other's back, protecting them, and getting them from harm's way or a near-death scenario.
That was why the Jaw Titan fought to the bitter end. It had nothing, but others did. The Jaw Titan continued to slash its enemies into meaty chunks so its battle friends could return home to their loved ones.
The Jaw Titan had no such similarity, yet it would sacrifice itself for those who did. Was it selfish or selfless? The answer would be both.
Its pointy ears began to pick up a loud, booming yell from the distance. It was quite far away, but the Jaw Titan knew this call.
It was a call for backup.
The Jaw Titan wasted no time leaping off the tower. Its direction was toward the south. It constantly kept its guard and ears ready to predict where an enemy might flank it. Its ears were its best weapon. Nobody understood how it came to have such a handy ability. No one knew about this except for itself. Its observers thought it was untouchable to a certain degree, calling it the Untarnished Beast. It was an unfitting name. It was tarnished, but not in a physical sense.
Its soul was tarnished. The souls it reaped howled in the back of its mind, reminding it of its victims. Its victims would beat down on its fortified mind, sending tremors through each neuron and cell and cracking it like a rock through glass.
The Jaw Titan will always be reminded of who it's killed. It would never know what true peace means. It would only know the large expanse of sorrow, a large ocean of diminishing spirit. It would not find the light, only darkness. It would not find happiness, only melancholy. Its eyes will tear when it reminisces of the heartbreaking cry of a child it stomped.
Why did it kill a child?
What was the reason?
To sink its teeth into the chains that bind this world.
"Astonishing."
The voice was filled with awe, but some fear was there, acting as a coping mechanism. A group of men dressed in military garb watched through a pair of binoculars as they surveyed a beast trampling over all sorts of machinery and stations like it was easy as counting numbers.
"The Jaw Titan. Despite its small size, it makes up for it with speed, precision, and ferocious teeth that can pierce anything that finds its way into those jaws."
"Captain Magath, who is the current holder of it?" Commander Magath, full name, Theo Magath. He is an older man with light eyes, with visible wrinkles on his face, showing years of loyalty and determination as his eyes gazed at the Jaw Titan in the distance. He has black hair in a buzz-cut style with a thin beard and mustache.
"His name is Sinan Tiburon. The best of his class, only outclassed by the Boy Wonder, Zeke Yaeger," The Commander and overseer of the Warrior Candidates said with admiration. The others with him were surprised by this.
"Sinan the Untarnished Beast. Sharp as a lance and swift like a Mako Shark. He shows promise. This is the best Jaw Titan showcasing for the last twenty-six years."
Magath didn't respond. His gaze was hardened on the Jaw Titan. Seeing it move around so fluidly seemed to have entranced the Commander. Magath watched with anticipation as the Jaw Titan managed to swoop in and save one of its fellow warriors, the current holder of the Cart Titan, Pieck Finger.
The two of them showed teamwork that the others lacked, and due to that, Sinan and Pieck were sent on missions by themselves due to their affinity and camaraderie. Magath has shown slight favoritism to both of them. Not even Zeke, the Boy Wonder, gets such treatment from Magath.
"I'm impressed. He showed no signs of slowing down when he saved the Cart from her nape."
"Those two know their strengths and weaknesses and cover each other up. Sinan's agility allows him to close the gap between him and his enemies within moments, with Pieck's cover fire providing support to stragglers who may flank Sinan. They are the perfect duo. There has been great teamwork in the past, but none like this," Magath voiced after gathering his thoughts and finally speaking to his subordinates.
"You think they're in a relationship?"
"If so, it's showing greatly on the battlefield. Let them have their moments. They're going to die within twelve years," Magath quickly disclosed any other discussion regarding Sinan's and Pieck's secret relationship, if they even have one.
"Right!"
After their enemies surrendered, Sinan and Pieck returned to their temporary base. Sinan overexerted his stay within the Jaw Titan, which showed on his features. His skin was a milky shade of pale, losing the vibrant color of his tan skin, his nose leaked blood, and the zig-zagging marks along his jaw that showed after exiting his Titan had yet to disappear. His healing was slower due to his prologued use of his Titan.
Before Sinan and Pieck could converse, their Commander, Magath, approached his face as stern as a stone and unruly as a lion. The two Titan Shifters were used to his ever-present sternness. They dared not to speak out.
"First things first," Magath said as he stood a few feet from the two. "Amazing work. Our enemies have fallen and surrendered."
The two warriors didn't display their dissatisfaction with the lives they had taken to ensure that their homeland, Marley, would prevail. To the two warriors, they were just expendable.
"Thank you, Commander," Sinan voiced with ambiance on what he just did, but Magath took it as his voice was nearly a whisper due to his overstay within his Titan. Pieck remained silent as her worries were on Sinan more than anything.
Sinan was a young teenager, the age of fourteen, with his sepia brown hair tied into an Asian man bun style. It was smooth, practically seamless. His striking red eye with rings in them gave him an outlandish appearance that would drive people away from him as if his presence was a disease. They were as red as a fine wine. Looking at them for too long could cause you to fall under the influence without drinking said wine. Sinan's eyes and rich tan skin would make most men ask for tips on his skincare routine.
He had none.
"We're heading back to Liberio. You have done exceptional work here. You're given a week off to rest and recuperate," Commander Magath left the two warriors alone for the day. They would set out tomorrow.
"Sinan, take a nap."
"Huh?"
"You're not meant to use the Jaw Titan for that long. You could've died out there," Pieck's voice gave Sinan a momentary reprieve of safety before he closed and eyes and fell asleep, his head falling on Pieck's lap as he fell over. The Cart Titan Shifter did not move a single inch from her spot. The only sound that entered her ears was Sinan's obnoxious snore and light breathing. Both sounds worked in tandem to assure Pieck that he was in a deep sleep.
"If only the world weren't so broken, you'd have a better life."
END
AN: 2.3K words from the start to the end. I got this down in a single day, and I'm tired. As you can tell, this is something completely different and something that I don't see enough in most Fanfics.
As you may have guessed, Marcel doesn't have the Jaw Titan here. My OC has it. Sinan means Sharp Spear, and Tiburon means Shark, so Sharp Spear Shark. Sinan's Jaw Titan looks similar to Marcel's, although it's lipless, except mine has Shark Teeth and black bone plates instead of white on its claws and no beard. Mine has long brown hair that covers its eyes for dramatic effect since Sinan's eyes are red.
This was originally meant to be a "What-If" connected to my ongoing AOT fanfic, "The Devil With A Human Heart." Kruger inherits the Jaw Titan in another world, but I drifted and changed everything as I was writing this.
I don't intend to continue this UNLESS you guys want this to be another full-blown story. I will have to shift my focus on one fanfic at a time, meaning for one month, I'll write for this story throughout that month and the next story the month after.
So basically, the first half is to showcase the sentience of the Jaw Titan (I swear I might be the only one out of a select few I read to give the Nine Titans sentience.) and what its thought process is while also making the readers believe it was the host as well. It is ambiguous who you perceive to be, which is which.
As you can tell, some things would change drastically. Ymir would be erased, but if I continue, I might pull some weird shenanigans to allow her to be in the story (She's one of my favs; I would never erase her.)
This was inspired by a story on Wattpad where the Main Character has the Armored Titan. It's called "The Guardian Of Paradis." It's the only fanfic I read where an OC character uses the Armored Titan. These tend to be my favorites because the amount of creative freedom is abundant.
Again, this will be continued depending on you guys, right now, I have no intentions, but if it gains traction, expect more, August is almost here, and I may continue this if it does well. I'll give you guys till August 3rd.
And yes, if this is continued, pairings are only Frieda Reiss, Lara Tybur, and Pieck Finger. (I don't want shippers on my ass for putting Ymir in too.)