Attack On Titan: Fire Away || Eren Jaegar X OC

Chapter Two

Pushing through the numerous people littering the crowded street, I try to catch a glance at the renowned survey corps. Seeing an opening to the front, I squeeze through.

I kneel to the dusty floor, tracing patterns as the stomping of hooves grows louder. I look up.

Commander Erwin is at the front of the long brigade of soldiers. His now sunken eyes search the crowd. I look up to him in hope.

'One day,' I thought, 'I want to be like them.'

His dimmed blue eyes catch mine. Seeing my hopeful expression, he furrows his brows in disappointment and turns away in shame. He keeps his head down for the rest of the procession. After him comes the rest of the survey corps.

Blood. They had bandages all over their damaged bodies. Missing limbs and eyeballs with Uniforms ripped to shreds.

"Sure have taken a hit, haven't they?" A man speaks.

"Yeah, the rest of 'em got chewed up," the man he was speaking to pauses and looks back to the bloodied scouts,"That's what happens when pride takes you outside of the walls."

"Weren't there more when they started?" Questions a woman in an apron, towards the back of the crowd. Murmurs spread rapidly through the crowd.

"Moses!" An elderly woman pushes through the crowd desperately, "Moses!" She stops in front of a general asking desperately,"B-beg your pardon, where is my son? He should be with you all."

The general stays silent.

She stops, a look of understanding and panic crossing her pale features.
Grabbing the generals green survey corps cape, she says desperately, "Oh please tell me he made it."

"I wish I had better news," the commander says stoically. He goes silent. Her pleading eyes gouges his heart of the humanity he has left and he leans over to his second in command. "Give it to her."

The officer to the right of the commander limps over to a cart full of cloth. Grabbing a certain blood stained one, he makes his way back to the elderly lady. I watch in horror, as does everyone else on the street.

The soldier hands the lady the bloodied bundle of cloth. Both, the soldier and general, were looking at her expectantly, waiting patiently for her to open the bundle.

Slowly, the elder removes it piece by piece. Her eyes widen in horror as tears stream from her eyes, trailing down her wrinkled face. She releases a cry that levels between moans and groans of sadness.

"I'm sorry," the general says stoically, "that was all that was left of him."

She almost drops the bundle, reveal the most horrific thing. Gasping, she catches the bundle. Clutching it close to her chest, she falls to her knees, sobbing loudly. With tears streaming down her elderly face, she looks up to the stoic general as he sighs and kneels down in front of her.

'An arm.' Shock alights my body with nerves and my fingers for fists. 'what's left of him... Only an arm.'

"H-he did good. H-he was brave." The elder woman states, cradling all that was left of her son to her chest. The commander looks up in shock. "Tell me my son stood his ground to the bitter end. T-that his death meant something! THAT HIS SACRIFICE GAVE US A BETTER CHANCE!"

The general stares off into space for a second as the woman stares at him expectantly, still weeping. A gust of wind sweeps across the town as everyone is silent. No one even dares to disturb the silence. Not even a whisper is said. Still clutching the bundle, she keeps sobbing, being too weak to stand.