((SUPER OLD)) Humanities Immortal (AoT OC story - Book One)

Paradise of Hatred

As my mother tucked me into my bed, murmuring the French words, "Je t'aime, Paramore," (I love you, Paramore) in my ear, I smiled, hugging her and my father close. Paramour was my first name. My father kissed my head. "s'agapó, Eris," (I love you, Eris) he whispered in Greek. My second name was Eris. I giggled, "I love you both, too." Mother and father were so kind. "Now get some sleep. You have a big day of more training and French tomorrow." My father laughed softly patting my head. I nodded, quickly closing my eyes. "Goodnight, don't let the bed-titans bite." My father joked quietly as he, walked out of the room, his head propped out of the door to hear my words of goodnight, "I'll kill them before they can get to me." My father smiled, nodding. "That's my big baby girl." He then left. I smiled at my fathers happy humor. I whispered goodnight, and rolled over to face my other side. All I saw was the wall. I smiled, the peacefulness of the walls was odd, and considering my mother and father were military, I had a fasciation will the outside, and often asked them what it was like. They weren't scouting regiment, but they could look outside at least. They told me about the lush green forest, and how the titans would come out from the shadows like snakes from an underground hole. It festinated me, and growing up from a family with military origin, I was destined to be in the military, and that's all I want and will ever need. I know the dangers, and I'm willing to gamble my life if it means killing at least one titan.

My name is Paramour Eris Thornheaven, put my initials together and it spells P.E.T. My parents are Alexander, my father, and Molly, my mother. My father is Greek in origin, as he told me. He taught me Greek, which I had picked up naturally. And my mother was an ordinary person. But her friend had taught her French. I'm pretty sure the friends name was Kutchell. She had a son, who's name I'm pretty sure is Levi? I guess? I've never met him, but Kutchell had defined him to my mother when mom visited her. But away from the whole Kutchell and Levi thing, my life has been one big military price. I'm considered insane during hand to hand combat, which I do with my friend Erwin. I sometimes let him win, which my father praises me for on those occasions, but other times, I don't hold back. Erwin is like a brother to me. Other then my real, older brother, who lives with my aunt, he tried to kill me in my sleep when I was just a baby, so mom and dad sent him away in hopes aunty Donsin would teach him better. Erwin is the closest friend I have. HIS EYEBROWS ARE ON FLEEK! I smiled with a small giggle, slipping into sleep.

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A scream filled my ears, waking me from the night-terror I was already having. I jolted up in a cold sweat. Looking around my room in terror. My dark red hair whipping around as my head turned. My icy blue eyes ablaze. Fervid in the moonlight that filtered through my bedroom from my window. There was a loud thump in the living-room. My young curiosity got the better of me. But my fright made me hesitant. I kept going even though my gut was clawing at my stomach and screaming at me to turn around and run out the back door. But I kept moving. My footsteps were light as feathers, I was unable to be heard and seen. I was like a prowling fox with prey in its sights. Stalking ever so slowly...and yet so quickly. I came down the stairs. Coming to a hallway. My fathers 3D maneuver gear, along with his swords and straps, sat beside the last step. Slumped down and abandoned for the night. I glanced at its shiny, metallic surface. The swords glimmered in the moonlight that poured though a window facing me through the hallway. I took the maneuver gear parts. Heavy. I shifted my weight forwards, taking the Mobility gear and the two attached swords with me. Thanks dad for teaching me about this crap. I walked, my eyes staring forward. The only thing in my mind, "What is it," raced around and around again. My feet lifted one after the other. My skirt flittered behind me. My pale legs exposed. I peeked around the corner of the hallway, which lead into the kitchen. What I saw...made me drop the mobility gear....

"MOMMY! DADDY!" I screamed, their bloody corpses lying on the floor. They can't be dead. They can't be. Nature can't be that ruthless can she? CAN SHE!? I stood there watching. Then a hand grabbed me. This is it...I'm gonna die..., that though curled into my mind, making jagged cuts and bruises. But then it kicked that Thornheaven fighting spirit. Cutting that edge of my brain that began to claw at my stomach and limbs, creating a roar, like that I would hear fro the titans, when I threw rocks at them from the wall when daddy would bring me there. I screamed, not in terror, but of rage and hatred. It boiled in my stomach. "GET OUTTA HERE!" I grabbed the sword and faced the source of the hand, cutting at a finger. A man. Almost mid 30s. His eyes were shining amber. A dark black stubble and greasy locks. "Woah!" He yelped as my sword met his flesh, then cut through his bones. He grabbed his hand. But then rage filled in him as well. Before my young mind could process what happened next, he leaped towards me. Something cut across my chin-close to my mouth- and a tad bit of my neck-but not deep enough to my neck area to hurt that bad- , then the sharp point met my shoulder, reaching the major artery. I yelled out in anger. That broiling anger distracting me from grief and the pain. It was a problem my family has had. We think of things that make us angry when were supposed to be grieving, and that anger keeps our grieving hearts and brings out the demon everyone has, only this demon has a spade at the end of its tail, sharp teeth, and a nasty taste for death and blood. Thornheaven's true fangs unsheathe, and we're monsters. The needle left my shoulder leaving me paralyzed in shock. A shiver down my spine, sent a tremor to my soul. "Y-your a monster. A deadly disease." The man stuttered. "I changed you. You have been changed into something I want you to be. Kill all the other humans. Kill them all so I can start a new race." He continued sickly. I glared at him. My snowflake-blue eyes glaring into his maple brown orbs, staring straight into his soul. I slowly began to pick myself up. My small body was in control by the murderous side of me that had always been in the back of my mind and heart. I could never hide it forever, now could I? "Me: The disease? You: Start a new race? You have it all wrong. We fight for humanity. I...I will FIGHT!" By the last word, I sounded like a demon. My voice low and blood curdling to hear. The man stepped back, realizing what a mistake he had made. I picked up the sword my father used to own, pulling it up and breaking the cord. The man was about to run...then I launched my own attack. Stabbing, clawing, kicking, slicing. "DIE! DIE! YOU MONSTER! YOU ANIMAL! YOU DEVIL! CRAWL BACK TO THE FIREY PIT IN WHICH YOU CAME FROM!" I screeched, slicing at his throat to end my already finished job. I sat there, staring down at the man with a deadly grin I didn't even know I could achieve.

I was still so young...how could I have done this...?

That thought struck me like an arrow. Bringing tears to my eyes as my sanity began to come back to my mind. The man's syringe that he had used to stab my mother, father, and myself, was still in his hand. He injected me with something, and he tried to the same thing with mom and dad. But he failed with them. I was the puppet. I collapsed on the carpet of my home. Crying. Screaming, "WHAT HAVE I DONE!?" I grabbed my hair, pulling at it, only bringing more tears. My vision was blurry, but I could still see their bodies, their blood, their eyes. My fathers brown eyes, and the blue eyes from my mother that I inherited. I curled up again, the grief getting to me, my anger slipping away.

I was alone. I have nothing...!