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Bonus Chapter - All for One, Death for All

Hanji’s Point of View

 

“Eren, get a hold of yourself!” I yell from across the room. The words I warned you were still flashing across the television, and Eren was lying on his side, on the floor. Eren was shaking, with fear or anger I won’t ever know. Levi was trying desperately to help him, a hand on his waist and the other on his face. I don’t know what that was supposed to do, but I can’t complain; I’m not doing much to help him either.

To be completely honest, I would be pretty shaken up if I found out that my best friend and his girlfriend got kidnapped. Not a light subject, huh?

Damnit, Hanji, not helping!

“Eren….okay…..stop shaking…..Armin…..agents…” Levi was murmuring nonsense into Eren’s ear to try and calm him down, but it didn’t seem to be working. However, at least Eren showed a response. He began to nod his head, maybe to simulate understanding.

“Excuse me, Levi; let me take a look at Eren.” I walked up to him and gently pushed at his shoulder. However, he wouldn’t budge. “Levi, all I wanna do is help. I’ve got a doctrine is psychology, remember? I can help.”

“Don’t,” Levi had never sounded so weak, “please, don’t hurt him.”

“I won’t.” I replied, gently pushing him aside. I grasped Eren’s face in my hands and began to look into his eyes. They were wide open; his pupils dilated. This is strange, very strange. “Guys,” I say, looking up, “I think we’re dealing with a severe case of PTSD.”

“What’s that?” Connie asks from the other side of the room, Sasha nodding in agreement.

“Post-traumatic stress disorder; it’s a type of anxiety. It can happen to someone after they’ve gone through an extreme emotional trauma that might have involved the threat of injury or death.” I said, taking a hand off of Eren and pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Does anyone know what could’ve happened to him? Has he mentioned anything to any of you?”

“Err,” Sasha said, taking a small step forward. “Eren’s house caught on fire when he was ten. His mother was pinned under falling debris, so he and Mikasa had to leave him behind. Speaking of which, where is Mikasa?”

“Yeah, and wasn’t Marco here a few minutes ago?”

We all, including Erwin, Levi, and me, began frantically looking around. When no one saw the two, we all shared a knowing glance. They’d taken them, too. Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence.

“They-They took Mikasa, and Marco, too?” I looked down, and there he was. Eren, even more fear stricken than before. I picked him up and dragged him to the bathroom as he began to dry heave. Giving him a pat on the back, I walked back into the living room.

“Well then,” Erwin said, and even I was generally surprised that he spoke. “We’re going to need a plan.”

“A plan for what, may I ask?” asked Levi, who was now standing up with his arms crossed.

“We’re going to save those teens.”

Annie’s Point of View

It has been exactly five hours and twenty-six minutes since we captured Armin Arlert, and since Ms. Lace returned. It has also been exactly fifteen minutes since the Bodt boy called and informed us that he was on his way. It has been three weeks and four days since we got our lab up and running, two and a half weeks since we started building, and an hour and forty-two minutes since we finished construction of our machines. Keeping time is a thing I’ve become accustomed to, because, truly, that’s all there is to do now.

I am the leader, the puppet master, the ruler. I make plans, give orders, and supervise. That’s all I’ve ever done, and I’d say I’m pretty good at it. Making plans, especially. I got to pick my team, and luckily Agent Rain had just been kicked from hers. She is the best of the best, not even I can argue with that. However, she can be a bit stubborn.

For instance, when I implied that the children might not survive the procedure, she got defensive and refused to participate until we had at least a bit of suspicion that they would survive. So, we had to start from scratch and find a way that there was at least a 50% chance of survival. Now, there is a 45 to 50 ratio of survival. It takes quite a bit to satisfy this agent, but these are troubles I’m willing to tackle. As long as she stays on my team, I’ll do anything.

“Reiner,” I say, approaching him from behind. He stiffens a bit, but acknowledges my presence with a simple nod of the head. “How is the girl?”

“She is stable, to say the least.” He wipes a bit of sweat from his brow and turns to face me. He is a very well built, tall man, so I am very scrawny compared to Reiner. I must incline my head to look him in the eyes. “She put up quite the struggle, but we were able to tame her wild spirits.”

“That is good, nicely done.” I turn and walk away, seeking Bertholdt. As I make my way towards the staircase in the far corner of the room, I hear yelling coming from the opposite end of the lab.

“You can’t keep me here forever!” yells the boy. “You won’t win, they will find me!” A loud slap echoes throughout the room, and all else is silent. I continue up the stairs.

Shiloh’s Point of View

 

I look at myself in the broken mirror of the lab bathroom. I’m by myself right now, finally.

“Well, look,” I say, tilting my head a little. “You’re about to do it, you’re about to avenge her. You’re about to fulfill her dreams, her goals, her devotion. You should be proud.”

I’m not; I’m really, really not. I am disgusted with myself, revolted, even. I’ve never felt like this before. This was what I’ve been dreaming of, right? This is what my sister wanted, right? No, I’m not talking about Kaniss. I meant a different person, my biological sister. But that’s none of your business.

“You’re,” I choke mid-sentence, “you’re a disgusting person. They put every bit of trust they had in you, and you threw it all away. But they still trust you, don’t they? They have no idea that you’re about to betray every single one of them. You even got Levi to trust you, and you decided to throw that away too.” I cover my face with my hands, and in a wave of anger and guilt, I take a swing at the mirror and completely obliterate it. Some chips of glass get caught in my knuckle and I hiss.

Marco’s Point of View

 

“Hey, Jean, baby!” I say, smiling. I can hear Jean scoff on the other end.

“Alright, Mark, what do you want?” he says skeptically. I gasp mockingly.

“What, I can’t be excited to talk to my boyfriend for the first time in a couple days?”

“No, it’s just you only call me that when you want something, so what is it?”

“Erm, can you book a flight down here? I really have to stay with Shiloh,” I pause to honk the horn at a German pedestrian, “she just went through a really bad break up. But, even if I can’t leave, I still really miss you. I miss you, like, really bad, so can you come down here? I’ll make it worth your while, I swear it!”

“Can I top with no complaints?”

“I don’t complain anyways!”

“I’d beg to differ.”

“Oh, alright, if you come to Germany, you can top for the next couple of months.”

“Alright, I’ll be in by tomorrow morning. I’ll text you my arrival time, alright?”

“Yeah, and I’ll pick you up. Love you!”
“Love you too, bye, Marco.”

I hang up, and I swear I could’ve cried. You’ve really done it this time, haven’t you, Marco? You’ve laid your boyfriend down on his death bed.