Nothing But A Freak (An Ereri FanFic)

Chapter 1

Okay, here goes nothing! This is my first chapter book that I'll be posting and the chapters and going to be kinda short-ish... *Shrugs* Anyways, there will be no cursing, or smut or anything like that because this is a school project . Ugh. I finished earlier than I thought and the whole book is already finished, so maybe I'll post an update every day or something? Depends on how busy I get. Requests for my short story book are always open, weather I'm busy or not, but let's see how chapter books go!

The demon stood in the middle of the living room, glancing back from Karula to Eren who was standing at the base of the stairs.

"Mom...?" Eren asked, walking over to his mother who lay motionless on the floor in front of the man. Eren walked over, not quite seeing the crimson liquid that was staining the tan rug beneath his mother. Once Eren reached his mother, he kneeled down and shook her shoulder.

"Mom, wake up. It's time to get up." Eren said, shaking her shoulder once more. Again, she didn't move.

"Eren, go up to your room." The demon ordered, his voice low and dangerous as his spear tipped tail flicked. It's not like Eren noticed the tone in his voice, after all, he as only a nine-year-old boy.

"Wake Mommy up. She'll get sick if she sleeps on the floor. She's already cold..." Eren said, his voice soft as he kept his small, tan, warm hand on his mother's pale, cold shoulder.

"Listen Eren, I'm going to tell you a secret. Mommy's not waking up." The man said, grabbing Eren's shoulder and yanking him up.

"Huh?" Eren asked, stumbling back as the man pushed him. He stepped on Karula's wrist, letting a sickening crack sound from her wrist as he twisted awkwardly under his weight.

"Mommy's dead. And do you know who killed her?" The man asked, pushing Eren up against a wall.

"D-dead...?" Eren squeaked in fear as the man leaned down, the alcohol on his breath seeming to choke the small boy.

"Yes, and it was you. She was so sad, so sick of taking care of you. After all, you're nothing but a freak! Half demon, half angel! You were a mistake who never gave his mother a rest." The man said with a grin that make Eren's stomach feel twisted. Eren's eyes widened as the words reached his ears and settled in his head, understanding their meaning.

"M-Mom...?" Eren asked, looking past the man.

"Mommy's dead, gone, bye-bye!!" The man yelled with a grin. He threw his head back and let out a laugh that made Eren want to scream. He gripped Eren's wrist and tugged him away, the boy too in shock to fight back. "How about we play a little game? How long can you keep your mouth shut?" The man snickered, dragging Eren down to the basement of his house.

Eren had never once been aloud in his basement, seeing as his father had kept it a secret from him. As he was dragged down the stairs, his eyes filled with tears. His mother, dead? But how? She was an angel, she wasn't supposed to die!

The demon threw him into a room, making Eren trip over his own feet and stumble onto the ground. His mismatched wings pressed painfully against his back as he faced the ceiling. The demon walked over to a table coated in a white cloth that was stained with blood red.

"Now, now, come on my dear boy. We've got a game to play." The demon turned to Eren with an evil smirk. Eren's eyes widened as he scrambled up, his wings shooting out as if to protect himself.

"Ha! Not even your wings are normal! Pathetic." The man yelled, walking over and gripping the tops of his two wings. He pulled the boy by his wings and Eren finally began struggling. Screaming, kicking, punching, flapping his wings and trying to get away, but the man wouldn't loosen his hold. He threw Eren on his stomach onto the metal gurney, pinning his wrists down then clamping them down to the table, then doing the same to his ankles.

The man grabbed his wings and pressed them together and held them up in the air, tugging at Eren's muscles on his back. Eren cried painfully as the tears finally began streaming down his face.

"Shut up!!" The man shouted, grabbing a bloody cloth and shoving it into Eren's mouth. Eren choked on the metallic taste as he heard some metal clanking.

What's going on? What's he doing? Is he going to kill me? Is this where I'm going to die? I don't want to die! I want to live!!

Eren's thoughts rang in his head, and they probably would've kept going if the sharp pain along the top of his shoulder blades hadn't appeared. He screamed into the cloth, trying to tug his arms free, kick or even flap his wings as the sharp, stinging pain was dragged along the shape of his shoulder blades, from the top to the bottom.

"You know, people who are scared tend to bleed less. I suggest you start getting scared." The demonic voice whispered in his ear, making the small boy sob, both in pain and fear.

"Now, just wake up. Eren, wake up! Er-"

"-en! We're going to be late!!" Eren's eyes shot open, shooting into a sitting position on his bed and clutching at his rapidly beating heart in his chest. He looked around and saw Armin, his best friend, leaning over him.

Just a dream...

How was it? Do you think it'll be good? Anyways, Love ya!