An Ocean Turned Crimson (A Shingeki No Kyojin Fanfic)

Twenty Four: HOLY SHIT! IT LOOKS JUST LIKE KIRINO!

"EM'! THERE'S A TITAN!" Florence shouts, a blur of gold is halted as this Aston person titan being takes hold of Florence. I watch her spine break due to the sheer abruptness of her stop.

Emelda grits her teeth, eyes already spilling tears. Just like that, her sister gets snatched away. Knight puts a restraining hand on Emelda.

"Why?" Emelda cannot meet my mum's eyes. Knight glances at me.

"Do whatever you need to do. Wolfgang, let her at her." he says. His tone of voice flat and his face stoic.

"MUM!" I shout, firing my gear to make sure that I can face her, square up to her, hurt her.

"Hello Annie. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your blades." she unsheathes my cosplay blades. She puts the icy steel against my neck and holds me with her other arm.

Durc and Dylan look about ready to attack. I try to stay calm.

"You left." I state.

"I did. It was what was best." Mum shrugs.

"How is bringing it to this what's best?" I query, not allowing my voice to waver.

"It just was!" she snaps.

"Dad wouldn't think that. He was in such a state when you left him. He blamed himself for it all. He was constantly wanting to turn back time and undo his mistakes." But, of course, he can't tell you how he feels anymore since he's DEAD!

"We know what you want, Meredith. Let Coy go and we'll talk." Knight sheaths his weapon.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you'll regret it."

"You do realise." I speak up. "That if I die today, especially if it is at your hand, that Brad, Zada and Carley are going to torture you until they fill the void inside of them. Which will never be full. They won't let you be publically hung for your crimes. Instead they will be much more brutal. You know how twisted Brad is, and the grief fuelled Zada and Carley won't stop him. If anything, they'll encourage him to cause you pain. And it won't just be for the fact that it's your fault that Tom, Harry and Ty' are dead. Because you left me without a trace. And made me fall into a dark place." Her arm shifts and the cool blade isn't pressing onto my skin, however it is still there, close to my jugular vein.

I sigh with relief at the small bit of distance between me and the blade. The titan lowers it's arm.

"Like your friends are that twisted." Mum scoffs.

"They weren't before." I admit. "But now Tom and Harry are dead...they have to be sadistic enough for five people." I smile angelically.

"I doubt that they could crack me."

"Brad's was already studying a night course on historical methods of torture at the local university." I shrug. "Thumb screws, Chinese water torture." I glance at her face. Mum's starting t sweat. She's not antsy at all! Crap, looks like I'll have to crank this up a notch.

"The breaking wheel." There it is, her body just froze.

"The Judas cradle." I smirk, totally aware of how much she values her sleep. Mum looks mortified. She used to hear my friends and I discuss torture all of the time, we usually were surrounded by huge books on torture, the history of torture, the methods, the instruments. I remember that she always used to frown, cover her eyes and shriek whenever we would sketch one partiular form of torture.

"The iron maiden..." Bingo! There she goes. Her eye is twitching and her cocky exterior is begining to crumble at the idea of seeing an iron maiden in person