A Fanboy And A Dollar (Ereri)

Chapter 18

Arthur's P.O.V:

With a cold, gleaming pistol in hand, I pushed myself through the bodies of various people. Most of them were probably members of Levi's gang, so I didn't mind killing them. As long as I could find Clementine.

"Excuse me but do you-" The man's words were cut of by the echoing pop of a pistol and a scream. I was royally pissed that they had kept her for so long. They wouldn't understand why I loved her so much, anyway. Nobody seemed to.

I couldn't fathom why none of these people had any weapons on them. I was aware most had retired and just hung out for the hell of it, but they still had enemies.

A door creaked open from under my free hand, and with a terrified gasp, I realized I had gone into the wrong building. My pistol fell to the floor in horror. All this time, I was killing innocent people for nothing. And since these people had nothing to do with anything, I was going to pay for it with my life.

With clenched teeth, I quickly swiped the pistol from the floor and ran towards the exit; trying not to look at the pale faces of the people I murdered so carelessly. Before I could leave, though, I caught sight of a small girl holding a hand over her mouth in horror. Tears streaming down her rosy cheeks as she stared at a still form in front of her.

My clenched teeth gritted in anguish at what I had done. The girl had to have been younger than ten; I may have taken one of her parents. She shrieked when she saw me, and I immediately pressed a finger to my lips and hushed her, dropping the weapon behind me.

"What happened to mommy?!" she yelled at me with a constricted and pained voice.

"S-she's, uh... She's uh." My face twisted at the girl's expression. Clearly, she knew what happened to her mother. Clearly, she knew I did it.

I fell to my knees in front of the girl, clenching a fistful of my shirt in one hand while the other maintained balance for my shuddering body. "I'm so sorry," I whispered in an unsteady voice to the girl. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to all the uninvolved people that I had killed without thinking. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to the few people that had loved and cared for me.

My eyes flickered up towards the girl. Her palm had left her face but she was still quietly crying. I reached an outstretched hand towards her, slowly and gently. She flinched away from my touch, and I asked her, "What's your name?"

The girl sniveled and wiped her face with a sleeve. "M-my name? My name is C-Clementine."

The sirens outside were loud, and I heard the doors behind me burst open. "Put your hands where I can see them! Get on the ground and away from the girl!" a man screamed at me. I slowly stood up, my fingers taking an eternity to finally reach their full length towards the ceiling of the building.

"Get on the ground!"

My eyes found the pistol I had used to kill Clementine's mother. The pistol I had used to take away people's fathers, friends, sisters, brothers, mothers, lovers, and heroes. The girl behind me ran towards the armed men, and when she was out of sight, I darted towards the gun with one thing in mind: if I took away these innocent people with this gun, this gun should cause the death of me as well.

Eren's P.O.V:

"Eren go back to sleep. We have somewhere to be tomorrow," Levi complained. I had woken up a few hours early and decided to watch some TV. Nothing particularly interesting was on, but I found a short show about dinosaurs.

"Why can't you go back to sleep, Levi?" I said with a smirk. The raven shook his head.

"I don't sleep that long, and I know for a fact that you get tired god-awfully fast."