Complications Throughout Generations

Chapter 121

Eren's POV:

Tonight I had another fight. Kenny said he was going to even the odds a bit more. Every fight, it just gets harder and harder. My last one, the guy got a few hits on me. That can't happen again. One good shot and I could be knocked out.

"You'll be fine," Reiner patted my shoulder as I was heading into the ring. The masculine cheers of the audience rang through my ears.

"The Attack Titan, everyone!" Kenny shouted. I was definitely a fan favorite. The income proved that even more so. Last night I got a little over $1,000. More people are betting because they're confident I'll win.

"His opponent, Striker!" He was taller than me, probably 50lbs on me too. How is this evening the odds? Striker looked amused. He thinks he's going to beat me. Well I won't let him. Kenny walked to the edge of the ring. "Fight!" We didn't go all in first. We were both in our stances, circling around.

"I've seen you fight." Why does an accent not surprise me? "You fight like a gay boy." That struck a nerve in me. I clenched my fists but stayed quiet. "I don't lose to gay little boys."

"You got this!" I heard Reiner shout from the outside. I turned my head slightly to see him but it was too much of a distraction. Striker grunted as he threw a punch at my face. I stumbled backwards and felt my nose water. I tapped underneath my nostril and looked at the blood.

"Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I grit through my teeth. I uppercutted him in the stomach with both fists. But he grabbed my head and slammed it down on his knee. I fell down and hit my head, landing on my stomach. I tried to pick myself back up but he dug his foot into my back. I tried to push up but it was no use. He lifted his foot and then put his two feet beside my waist. He got on his knees and leaned down to lift me by my hair.

"You're pathetic." He said. I smirked, remembering a move Levi had taught me. He had a habit of grabbing me by my hair so it was essential that I learned in my opinion. I twisted my arm back, yanking it out of my hair, ripping the hair tie out. He lost balance and fell on top of me. I curled my arms over his and rolled us over so I was on top of him. He shoved his hand in my face but I dug my thumbs into his eyes as he shouted in pain. I started to strike him rapidly, watching the blood splatter from his face onto my knuckles.

"You wanna call me a fucking pathetic gay boy?" I screamed, still beating him. "Well I know damn well I get more dick than you!" My vision was impaired. All I saw was red.

"Eren," Kenny said low enough for no more to hear my real name, "son," he put his hand on my shoulder. But I didn't care. I couldn't stop myself. But then I felt a pair of arms dragging me off the unconscious man. It was Reiner. I watched Kenny check Striker's pulse. It had just hit me that I may have just killed him with my bare hands. Kenny stood back up over to Reiner and I. "He's alive. Now stand up." He pulled me up by my wrist. "The undefeated Attack Titan everyone!" He raised my hand and the crowd went wild. This didn't feel like a victory though. This was dangerous. I followed him into his office and I sat in the chair across from his desk. "You put on quite the show, runt. I knew you still had that fire in ya." But I didn't want it. I didn't want any of that.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

"You broke his nose. Badly. Might have broken his jaw too. What made you tick tonight, hmm?"

"He called me a pathetic gay boy, how else was I supposed to react?" I scoffed and crossed my arms.

"I don't understand how you LOGB people work, I swear," he shook his head.

"LGBT." I corrected.

"Whatever. If he calls you a gay boy, why would that bother you? Aren't you a fag yourself?"