Titan's Wrath

Chapter 7

     "Damn," Eren muttered. He was now working on Krista's mom's car. He didn't know quite yet what was wrong with it.
     "What?" Krista asked.
     "I hate fuel injected," Eren told her.
     "Why?" She wondered.
     "Hard to explain," he dismissed. "I'm guessing the problem is probably the alternator, the battey's charged and it still won't start," he wondered.
     "Where can we get an alternaty thing?" She guessed it was probably pretty expensive.
     "Salvage yard, because I am not spending five hundred dollars on a brand new one," he hopped in his truck and drove off.
     She walked back inside and made a glass of water. He would fix it pretty soon. She was excited, she already had her license and everything. He was going to get her wheels! But she always thought about the people chasing him. That's why he was switching houses he was staying at. Next week he'd be at Connie's. The week after that he would go to Jean's.
     He still got texts, but they didn't bother him anymore. And he hadn't been chased since the bowling alley thankfully. His sanity was still intact... hopefully. But she had never heard of these Titans. Either way they sounded evil from what Eren had told them. And she knew he had told the truth.
     She was still slightly lingering on what her dad had said... he was the one. She hoped so, he seemed like he would be the person that would be. He was perfect in every way. He always cheered her up, even with his rather dark attitude. She was suddenly interrupted when her dad walked in... sober.
     "Where's Eren?" He asked her. Her dad was short, taller than her but far shorter than Eren. He was strongly built, but he had a beer gut and his muscles had atrophied from his laziness.
     "He's picking up and alteranative for mom's car," Krista explained.
     "What?" He wondered.
     "An alternative," she repeated.
     "Do you mean alternator?" He corrected.
     "I think so," she thought back for a second.
     "I'll go look at the car and see what I can do, I doubt Eren has too much experience," He mumbled.
     "He knows a lot," she defended him.
     "It doesn't need an alternator," he argued.
     "Well it probably does, Eren would know,'' she retorted.
     He sighed and walked outside. She watched him through the kitchen window. His butt stuck out of the hood, and his unpleasent crack was greeting her. Eren always had a belt that kept his pants above his areas. And she was thankful for it too. Eren drove up a few minutes later, the alternator in hand. He looked... scared, like something shook him up.
     She jogged out to the front yard and greeted him. Her dad beat her to it as he walked up to the youth. Her dad started explaining to Eren what he had done, which wasn't much yet, and what he thought they should do. She joined their conversation. Eren had the same nervous expression the whole time.
     "I think we should start it and see what it does," her dad explained.
     "It hardly starts, if we keep doing this we'll wear out the starter and waste ninety bucks," Eren contradict.
     "That's what I think the problem is, the starter," her dad explained.
     "It turns over," Eren said increduously. A grown man didn't know basic mechanics?
     "We can change the starter and see if that work before you put the alternator in," Her dad commanded.
     "Just let ke change the alternator and we can get this thing tagged and on the road for Krista," he said shakily, getting pissed.
     "Fine, but it won't work," her dad caved and walked back inside.
     Eren was in a bad mood for the rest of the repairs. He unhooked the clamps and chucked the old alternator into the bed of his truck. He then put the new one in, re hooked the clamps and then started it, it started withing a second of turning over. He killed it, slammed the door, then the hood, and gave her the keys.
     "Thanks Eren!" She thanked him gratefully.
     "I'm skipping town," he said abruptly, his eyes dead.
     "Wha- why?!" She gasped.
     "The T-Titans followed me a few blocks after I grabbed the alternator," she had never heard him with such fear.
     "How the hell did they find me here?! My dad did this! Not me!" He had tears trailing down his cheeks.
     She engulfed him in a hug.
     "It'll be okay," she whispered.
     "I hope you're right," he sobbed.
     Me too, she thought.
     They stayed like that for a while.
     "Let's get this thing tagged, he muttered. They grabbed the insurance verification and all the required papers from the glove box and got into his truck to go get Krista's car tagged...

Tada! Finally, sorry for not updating. I'm lazy and always tired. I am suffering from sleep deprivation to the point to where I am dizzy and my boss's words are fuzzy. I might be taking a brake from life and take a few days off work to sleep. (Call in sick) That means a brake from social media. So I aill pretty much sleep for 48 to 72 hours straight. Lol.