The Lonely One [Attack On Titan x Male OC] [HIATUS]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Narrator POV

► Year ???, ???

Gunshots. Explosions. Screams. A constant sound of death and destruction ringing in the ears.

There stood the remains of what was once a city full of life. Now, the buildings weren't as tall, ripped apart with holes, cracks, burning in a vicious fire that wouldn't go down even with oceans of water. The ground wasn't as flat anymore, like a broken miror showing the state of the people standing on it. The corpses of many, many men, women and children are laying there, in peace when compared to those who are still alive in the middle of this hell, for this is no battlefield. Maybe that it would have actually been better if it was really hell, because at least they would have lived long enough to not regret anything, dying in a bed with friends and family.

All that can be seen is the color red. Interesting color indeed, it always has been one of the most liked colors of the humans. Representing love, emotions, intensity, blood. The ground ? Red. The walls ? Red. The bodies ? Red, red and red. It could have almost been a beautiful sight, if not for the place this red color came from.

In the middle of a destroyed place, with a broken statue and a river of red water stood a little boy. He had night black hair, reflecting slightly the moonlight over his head, and bright and piercing yellow eyes, moving quickly from one side of his skull to the other. Left and right, up and down, and then left and right again. Again and again. His mind is overflowed with questions, confusion, and mostly fear. An emotion he didn't feel since a long time.

As he continued in his quest of understanding, the sound of death did not stop. Multiples voices, men and women, screams and whispers, wishes and curses. All living thing eventually end up as a corpse, going into an eternal sleep. Death comes for all, and all shall welcome it. It is true, yet so very wrong. Death comes, but not all accepted it.

Most wanted to fight it. Others requested a little more time, to settle things up. A few did not fear it, and were willing to go when the times came for them. And finally, a rare amount of them actually wanted it to come. They almost begged for it to take them, but Death did not act unfairly, for it only came to those who did not have anymore time in the realm of the living.

Now, what happened when someone who wanted to die found himself in front of Death ? Did he finally see the value of life, and wanted it back, or did he find himself happy, knowing his time had finally came ? In a world of peace and war, of smiles and tears, of love and hatred, of life and death, of light and darkness, of something and its exact counterpart, lost siblings fighting each other, two sides of a same coin, who won ?

The human waged war, and yet wished for peace. He loved and yet he killed. The human is a walking paradox, something and its opposite, and the same could be said for this little boy.

He wished for Death to come. He wanted it to come so badly that he came to hurt himself. He walked to the door of Death, but was never welcomed. His wounds healed, his tears continued to flow down his cheeks, and his pain kept coming, again, and again, and again, and again and again. He didn't wish for this life, yet that's all he had.

Now, the boy was in hell, where he wanted to be, or so he thought. Did he want to be here ? Is that what death is like ? Is that where his mom went ? Where Eve went ? He seemed confused, he didn't understand. What was happening to him ? Where was he ? Why was he here ? Did he die ? When ? How ?

Questions and questions, one over the other. But none of that is important right now, because suddenly all sounds stopped. The air felt heavy and the wind caused by the damage disappeared. The boy felt it, something was going to happen, something big, really big and really bad. He felt shivers going down his spine, cold sweat coming from his forehead. He didn't blink, he didn't move, he didn't breath. The world stopped.