Shingeki no Kyojin: Intervention of the Final Prototype

You may skip this part if you wish but if you ever get confused by the jargon, refer to this.

[Information about the Prototype Universe]



Gentek. A biological and genetic research company founded by Dr. Raymond McMullen on November 1, 1976. Due to his expertise in genetics, Blackwatch contacted him to continue their viral biological weapons research. Gentek became the professional face of Blackwatch. Recruiting top biological research scientists into its ranks, Gentek scientists became key researchers of the Redlight virus and later the creators of the Blacklight virus. It is highly secure and has borderline paranoid security measures - one of its employees described the company as a "network of need-to-know silos".

Blackwatch. Officially designated under 1st Biological Warfare Command is the black ops military force, responsible for the containment of biohazard/viral outbreaks. They were previously deployed at Hope, Idaho to contain the viral outbreak caused by the Redlight virus, and later to New York City in order to combat the Blacklight virus. It is a black operations unit that is given free reign when it comes to containing viral outbreaks. The organization has access to vast stockpiles of military arsenal and experimental technologies, in addition to controlling the most refined information control technologies, vital to preserving the ignorance of the American public. However, following the initial Manhattan outbreak, they became publicly known, though the extent of their atrocities remains a well kept secret. Furthermore, they have full authority over American military forces and local police when it comes to biological warfare - they can request any information and any amount of military forces to serve under their command.

Blacklight Virus. Also known as the Mercer Virus to the general public, is an evolutionary chimeric mutation-causing infectious agent that can reproduce only inside the living cells of other biological organisms. After infection, the virus "plugs in" and activates junk DNA in its victim, resulting in biological changes that create (and recreate) sentience within the infected creature's cellular makeup. It acts by affecting the protein encoding regions of the promoter introns in each cell. As a retrovirus, it contains both RNA and the reverse transcriptase enzyme, allowing it to insert its own genetic codes into living cells. It enters, re-purposes and changes the cell, replicating previously dormant non-coding segments of DNA. The virus is highly contagious and can infect organisms through a multitude of means: Physical Contact, Exposure, Bodily Fluid Contact, and Injection.

Biomass. An energy source, consisting of the biological material from a living organism. The biological material is used by the Prototypes to cure and regenerate themselves. Fresh bio-matter is required to perform regeneration of the body, which is acquired by consuming living organisms. Along with regeneration, biomass is also used to transform a Prototypes' body into a deadly weapon or create a protective armor to defend themselves. When the retained biomass reaches critical mass, the Prototypes are capable of performing a wide range of destructive area attacks known as devastators.

Critical Mass. The excess amount of retained health, which can be used to create devastating area attacks. Damage dealt by enemies will first deplete the excess health before usual health of Prototypes.

Adrenaline Surge. A defense mechanism and the ultimate survivability safety net. When health is almost depleted, Prototypes gain a moment of invulnerability and access to a single devastator attack.

Prototype. A term used to describe individuals who have been infected by the DX-1118 C strain of the Blacklight virus. The viral strand genetically rewrites the hosts cells, re-purposing it to suit its needs. The genetic rewrite caused by the Blacklight virus evolves its host's body, giving them superhuman abilities and transforming them into deadly shapeshifting beings of limitless potential, power and destruction. They can fashion portions of their bodies into weapons and cause mass devastation to the environment with their incredible superhuman physical strength and durability (to the extent of being bulletproof and unharmed from extreme impacts such as falls from any height, explosions, ect.). Newly enhanced musculature and strengthened epidermis and bodily tissue increases their strength, speed, reflexes, and agility, allowing them to break the boundaries of human sprinting and jumping ability to perform amazing parkour feats with limitless stamina.

They are also capable of self-regeneration, usually by consuming living biomass to regenerate and heal themselves, though evolution eventually allows them to heal completely without consuming. When they consume an individual, genetic memories and the DNA of the individual is retained and assimilated by a Prototype. This, paired with a Prototype's ability to mimic voice and appearance (including that of their clothing and equipment), turns a host into a potent infiltrator of almost any security.

Prototypes possess a sharpened sense of sight which allows them to see into the thermal spectrum. James Heller is shown to have a predatory sonar sense to hone in on prey from a distance. Their hearing is also heightened. While a Prototype can withstand and regenerate many injuries they will be weakened by serious injuries such as losing limbs and will need to consume something in order to fully heal; if they take too many serious injuries then they will eventually become too weak to heal themselves.

[Information about the Shingeki Universe]



Walls. Existed since more than a century ago. The humans started to become extinct at the hand of the Titans. Due to this the humans made huge walls to protect their last stronghold. The walls reach about 50 meters in height. The tops of the walls are lined with cannons, which can fire on approaching Titans. Because the walls are too long for humanity to guard their entire lengths, each has four towns on their edges. Because Titans are drawn towards large concentrations of people, they focus their attacks on these towns, and humanity's defenses can be focused there.

Wall Maria is the outermost wall of the human kingdom. Like the other walls, Wall Maria is approximately 50 meters in height. Five years ago, it was breached by the Colossal Titan after about 100 years of peace and prosperity. Wall Rose is the second outermost wall following Wall Maria. Wall Sina is the innermost wall protecting the kingdom where the king and other civilians reside. The city inside Wall Sina is protected by the Military Police serving under the king. All walls have the same height measuring 50 meters.



Titans. They are a mysterious race of humanoid giants that appeared roughly 100 years ago (107 years is the most specific number given during Eren's training) and rapidly exterminated humanity to the point of near extinction. Their origins, overall numbers, and how their physiology works remains a mystery at this point in the story. Titans greatly resemble human beings in that they are bipedal creatures with the same number and arrangement of limbs and features one would expect in human beings. They are all deformed by human standards to a greater or lesser degree, ranging from minor abnormalities in proportions (enlarged head, small limbs etc,) to apparently lacking skin and subcutaneous tissues, although they do not bleed from such deformities, indicating that they perhaps possess some other mechanism to compensate for this. The vast majority of Titans are masculine, although all Titans lack sex organs- their method of reproduction is currently unknown. In addition to their size, speed, strength and large numbers, Titans also possess incredible regenerative abilities-the only sure way to kill them is by slicing out the nape of the back of the neck. They regenerate lost and damaged body parts within seconds to minutes, including severed heads. After death, Titan corpses rapidly evaporate to skeletal remains, then nothing at all.

Titan Types:

3-6 Meter Class. Roughly three meters but less than 7 meters in height, these Titans tend to be more human-looking, possessing large heads in proportion to their bodies. So far, none of this type have displayed any intelligence or unusual abilities.

7 Meter Class. This type of Titans have very large heads with a semi-quadrupedal, ape-like stance. Arguably the most common Titan class.

15 Meter Class. Among the largest of the Titans, these Titans have more proportional bodies but with also grossly enlarged mouths.

Colossal Titan. At 60 meters, the largest Titan so far in the series. At an estimated 60m tall, it is four times the height of any other known Titan, and unlike most, apparently possesses a degree of intelligence and tactical planning to go with its strength. This Titan is strong enough to break down the defensive walls surrounding humankind to allow other Titans in.

Armored Titan. With super hardened skin all over its body, advanced strength and agility, this Titan is muscularly well-built and has a hunched profile. This Titan is also capable of destroying a wall with its immense strength.

Three Dimensional Maneuver Gear. A set of gear developed by humans that allows great mobility when facing the Titans. The gear itself takes the form of a body harness that encompasses much of the body below the neck. Though using it will allow a skilled user great mobility, it carries a large risk of overtaxing the user's muscles, thus special physical conditioning is required to use this gear. Some tools involved in the apparatus include: Handgrips, Piston-shot grapple-hooks, Gas powered mechanism, and Iron Wire Propeller with Plug in Blades.

Military. Humanity's defense against Titans is a full-time, professional army trained to deal with Titans. The military is divided into three squads:

the Scouting Legion, who explore outside human territory in a bid for expansion and lately got a new mission from the Capital to do researches about Titans and where they originate from, the Stationary Guard, who patrol and maintain the Walls keeping Titans out and are the first to engage the Titans if the gate is destroyed, and the Military Police, the top-ranking soldiers who serve as the personal guard for the king and maintain order within the Walls.

If there are new info displayed, I'll add them here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prototype and Shingeki no Kyojin. Only my OC who borrowed some godly powers in Prototype 1 and 2.

Be aware that these two worlds, even though the year is different, it is the same. Their. . . "time zones" are completely different and it will be explained later in the story. For people reading this, please enjoy. Onto the story.

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[Prologue: Destruction of the Two Worlds]



- - - - [Year:845] - - - -


It is but a normal afternoon in the Shiganshina District inside the Wall Maria. The sky is blue, tainted with an orangish color, the earth is green, and the water is. . . well, still blue but making it seem like orange as it reflect the setting sun. Yes, it is an everyday normal and ordinary day where either children will play or do the chores given by their parents. And there are two people under the tree's shade, hiding from the sun's ray. A boy spaced out, sitting and leaning on the tree, and a girl with black hair, the two wearing medieval civilian clothes combined with few modern ones.

"Eren." The girl gently speaks, putting down a bag full of small dried tree branches down. Her hair is shoulder-length, wearing a red scarf around her neck despite the warm weather. The boy in question though, only looks up, staring at the distant sky with a spaced out expression. He has dark brown hair and turquoise eyes.

"Eren." The girl speaks yet again, gently nudging her adoptive brother.



"Huh?" The boy, Eren, blinks and looks at his very close friend. "Mikasa?" He grunts for a bit, and adds. "Did your hair got longer?"

"What are you saying now?" Mikasa tilts her head slightly to the side, confused to what the boy had said. "Anyways," she turns away from him and picks up the bag of tree branches. "we need to go back now. Mom is waiting for us."

"Ah, yeah." The boy slowly stands up and picks up his bag of branches. The girl turns around to see if he's following and she asks, a hint of concern and worry in her voice. "Why are you crying, Eren? Are you hurt?"

"Huh?" The boy says in his reply. He puts his hand to touch his face and liquid flows down from his eyes. A faint blush appears on his face and quickly wipes the tears away. "D-don't tell anyone that I cried, you hear?" He orders, still embarrassed.

"I won't." The girl simply answers. "Let's go home."

The two children walk, conversing about little things.

- - - - [Year:2955] - - - -


There, an individual sits on her bum, hugging her bent knees, her face covered by said knees, shadow, and long bangs. The girl has black back-length hair, wearing nothing, her body completely exposed for everyone to see. There, that individual sits on the cold metal floor, illuminated only by a single open light. Aside from the light, everything around her is dark. The space of the room is unknown to her, though it seems that she doesn't have any plan to know it in the first place. After all, she only sits there, unmoving, even if someone enters her room.

Of course, across her, there is an office for researchers behind the protection of strong fiber windows, not to her knowledge though. The girl does not know anything about the people experimenting on her but what she does know is that adults in blue clothes and sometimes in white clothes visit her and prick her skin with a small metal and giving her medicine because she's sick.

In the office, an ecstatic man jumps for joy as he looks at the girl. "Doctor! Look!" A man in his early thirties wearing a white lab coat addressed the man besides him, his voice laced with amazement. "The girl has no negative reaction after being injected by eighty-six different strains of viruses! This is the first in the history of Gentek that a subject managed to survive this far!"

The addressed man stares back to the person speaking with a bored expression. He wears the same lab coat as the other scientists but what differs him from everybody except for his old age is that he's the lead researcher of the current project named Genesis. While he has many assistants, the only way to know that the man is the lead researcher is by looking at his collar. A red pin with the symbol of Gentek on it. "I already know that Professor Hill. Please don't state the obvious." The man sighs, brows furrowing, forming a frown.

"I apologize, sir." Professor Hill's cheerfulness quickly dissipates into thin air, a lump on his throat as the silence continue. "I. . . I'll do more research. Please excuse me." The man stutters as he quickly leaves the side of the lead researcher. Said man only gazes at the back of the Professor and still didn't speak. Unaware to Professor Hill though, the man was contemplating whether or not to engage the test subject in a conversation.

While conversations are allowed with test subjects, he knows that it might cause problems later on if he becomes emotionally attached with the girl. But to him, he needs to know if the subject can understand and what can she understand. With hesitation, the Doctor picks up the microphone and pushes the button, turning it on.

"Hello to you. My name is Doctor Michael Lopez. It is nice to meet you, Genesis."

- - - - [Year:845] - - - -


Crossing a small bridge, Eren and Mikasa sees a familiar face. "Hanneth-san!"The man notices the two and waves at them, walking at the two kids. "Returning home?" he says, putting his arm around the boy.

Mikasa answers the man by nodding and Eren escapes the man's grasp. "What the? You stink of booze!" the young boy pinches his nose to avoid the horrible smell. His eyes widen as he notices the other stationary guards drinking. "You're still. . . You're still going at it?" He asks in amazement and disbelief. Mikasa, though, looks at the sight with a bored expression.

"Why don't you join us?" The man asks to which the boy declines.

"What about work?" Eren asks.

"Oh! Today, we man the gates!" Hanneth puts both of his hands on his hips, replying to the young man, slightly tipsy. "We're supposed to stay here all day, so it doesn't take long before we get hungry, as well as thirsty. Alcohol happens to be a part of the drinks sometimes, but that's nothing to write home about."

"And when the situation call for it, you're supposed to fight now?" the boy challenges the man's reasoning, not quite supporting the actions of the man.



Hanneth looks back to his drinking partners and dumbly replies, "The situation? What situation?"

To this, Eren glares at the guard and starts to yell, not believing how lax the current guards are. "Can't believe I'm hearing this! It should be obvious!" the young man grits his teeth, his hands shaking in anger. "When 'They' break the wall and enter the city! That's when!" On the side though, Mikasa observes the whole thing, looking emotionless, uninterested in the whole happening.

The soldier currently yelled at holds the side of his head tightly, hurt by the sudden outburst of the child and the hangover he has. "Hey, Eren! Don't just shout like that."

"Hehe, good to be wholesome, eh, Doctor's son!" A man with a round fat face comments, a smirk on his face. "Should 'They' ever break the wall then we'll deal with it." Eren changes his attention to the man and listens to him, the fire in his eyes not yet blown away. "But you see. . . that hasn't happened once in a hundred years."

"B. . . But come on! We can't let our guards down! My father told me so!"

"Well. . . sure, you're probably right about that. I don't claim to know any better than Doctor Jaeger, this city's resident savior. . . But well, becoming a soldier might allow you a chance to see them prowling around while you're busy reinforcing the walls. . . But this wall is like fifty meters high, and I fail to see how they'll work around that."

"So you're not even ready to fight them in the first place?" Eren, once again, shouts.

"Nope!" Hanneth proudly replies.

"What. . . the hell!" the young man clenches the handle of his bag that carried the dried branches. "Quit calling yourselves the stationary troops, then! Wall-building squad would be more like it!"

"Yeah, sounds good!" The man doesn't even take offense to the insult.

"But ya see, Eren. An active army's not a good thing at all. It means things have gone south." Hanneth puts his left hand to his hips, giving the young boy his own wisdom. "Whereas so long as we're derided as useless freeloaders, life is peaceful for everyone."

"What Hanneth said." The same fat guy says, picking a card from the deck. "Dang. . . I just can't get these guys from the Scouting Legion, going outside the walls and all that jazz. . ." the guy picks yet another card, this time from the other person. "It's like they get a kick out of playing warfare or something!"

Eren finally calms down and looks at Hanneth. "Even if we can't go outside these walls, we got food and rest, and that's enough to stay alive. . . but a life like that is no different than if we actually were a cattle."

The old man is speechless by the young boy's word. As the two walks away, a realization comes to his mind. "He can't possibly be contemplating the idea of joining the Scouting Legion, isn't he?"

". . . Eren." Mikasa speaks, looking away from the pissed young man. "You'd better forget about the Scouting Legion."

"!! What's this?! You're gonna make fun of them too?" the young boy directs his rage to the young girl. The black-haired girl slightly frowns, saying her defense. ". . . It's not so much about-"

A loud bell interrupts the children's fight. It resounds the whole town and the boy immediately grabs Mikasa's arm. "The heroes return victorious! Let's go, Mikasa!"

The two kids run, the boy looking happy, a smile on his face. Turning to the corner and sprinting to the alley, Eren sees the adults gathering. A small frown appears on his face but quickly fades as he notices a crate that they can stand on. Letting go of the girl's arm, he climbs the crate and tiptoeing so he can see his heroes. Mikasa climbs another crate, just besides Eren and does the same thing as he did. The happiness of Eren vanishes as he beholds the sight before him.

Soldiers. There are those on foot and those on horses, half of them injured or wounded. Those wounded people have no eyes, legs, arms, or mouth. The citizens watch them walk, some are silent, some are whispering. The Scouting Legion though, their proud stance, nowhere to be seen, their face full of despair.

"So few of them are returning. . ." A man near them whispers.

"It's been awful this time as well. . ." He replies.

"There were over a hundred of them when they departed."

"They aren't even twenty. . . Did everyone else get devoured?"

People's whispering becomes chattering. Eren's expression is grim, his mouth ajar, not knowing what to make of it. Seeing his heroes return with such expression, he can't make anything of it. Mikasa's jaw also drops while glancing to his brother.

"Brown! Brown!" A voice of an old woman is heard. The old lady walks in front of the troops and asks for his son. "I don't see him." The woman is frantic, worried for his son. "What happened to him?" She grabs one of the soldier's travel cloak. "Excuse me, where is my son?"



"Bring it here. . ." the old man orders one of his subordinates. The woman is confused but waits in silence to know what that 'it' is. Seconds pass and a woman holds something that is covered by a blood-stained cloth. "Sir." The man takes the thing and gives it to the old lady to which she hesitantly holds.

The woman kneeling on the ground looks at the cloth, then back to the man. She has a look of horror on her face. Slowly, she takes off the cloth and soon, a right arm is revealed. "I apologize. . . That's all we were able to recover." The woman grits her teeth, hugging the arm of is his deceased son, crying her heart out. Tears continue to flow down her eyes as if her crying will never end.

"Uh. . . Uh. . . But my son. . . my son has been useful, hasn't he?" The old lady asks between her sobs.

The man is surprised, taken aback by the woman's word. "It doesn't have to be outstanding!" The lady yells at the top of her lungs. "His death contributed towards humankind's retaliation, did it not?"

". . . of course!" The man whispers to the mourning lady. And as he said those words, his expression changes. Changes into guilt. Breathing heavily, he answers once again. ". . . no. . . The exploration. . . this time again we. . ." He kneels down, face-to-face with the woman, tears streaming down his face. "IT WAS ALL FOR NAUGHT! WE DIDN'T MAKE ANY PROGRESS AT ALL! I'M INCOMPETENT! TOYING AROUND WITH THE LIVES OF OUR SOLDIERS! WE COULDN'T FIND WHERE THEY CAME FROM! WE DIDN'T DISCOVER THE FIRST THING ABOUT THEM!!!"

As the soldier's speech ends, few people in the crowd gasp, probably because of the revelation of another failure. Some were insensitive fools, not even bothering to even fake their sadness to the death of a brave warrior.

". . . This is horrible."

"To think they could have lived out peaceful lives inside the wall, they would've been fine. Our taxes could be better spent than on those soldiers. What a waste. . ." The man sighs, obviously distressed at the thought of his money spent on 'useless' soldiers. "As it is, our taxes essentially serve to fatten 'them' up by sending out our men as free meals. . ."

Eren and Mikasa share a look of horror on their face but for different reasons. As the man ended his sentence, Mikasa snaps her head to her brother, knowing that he will do something stupid. And stupid he did. The young man punches the adult's head, letting out a small yelp. With a quick movement, the young girl grabs her brother's collar and drags him away from the injured man. She dashes, Eren in tow, not caring of his situation.

"You goddamn kid! What do you think you're doing!" And in the distance, they hear the man's complaint.

- - - - [Year:2955] - - - -


As the lead researcher's introduction ends, his words echoes in the darkness. The young girl very slowly raises her head. "Who. . . is Genesis?" she asks with a small, raspy voice befitting of an eight year old.

"You." The man simply replies. "You are Genesis. That is your name."

"I. . . see. So, when you say Genesis, it means me?"

"Yes, that's what I was saying."

After that, there is silence. For Michael, it seems long. A minute and counting. His heartbeat goes faster as every second passes. The first exchange between the two of them is short. Too short for his liking. Every subjects he has encountered, whether they are old or not, always asked for more information. While Project Genesis is only eight years old, the scientists have provided her basic and advanced education, even including algebra, trigonometry, and literature. Well, for the fact, the scientists, including him, knows that such information might pass from one ear to another. But at times, Genesis showed intelligence not normal for eight years old, giving scientists diagram of different viruses they have yet to discover or have yet to complete.

The girl knows information about the viruses and that raises concerns from his superiors. Prototypes have been used to eradicate remaining Infected cities and countries. After all, there were at least ten countries affected from the time of Alex Mercer and until now. And Mercer, aka 'Zeus', once was a member of Gentek, the creator of the Blacklight Virus. The destruction Alex Mercer created during his time was huge. He made Manhattan a city of the living dead, made Gentek's scientists addicted to human experimentation, and revealed the secrecy of Blackwatch. But what raised the concern of his superiors is that viruses can think.

It was proven during Mercer's time. After he released the Blacklight Virus in Penn Station, and sprayed with bullets by Blackwatch soldiers, he was dead. It was when he's delivered to Gentek for experimentation that "Alex Mercer" woke up with no memories. Blackwatch soldiers took notice of this, giving the information to Gentek scientists that the virus took over Mercer's body, the virus providing Alex weapons he might need.

When Doctor Michael Lopez reported this to his superiors, they immediately gave out a kill order. Too many Prototypes defected for unknown reason, only saying "it's Alex Mercer's wish" and after that, they all disappeared, only coming back in their radar after the defected Prototypes destroy a Blackwatch base and Gentek laboratories. And that was why the higher-ups didn't agree. There is simply no budget and they can't afford to lose anymore men.

But. . . while those superiors did say that, Lopez argued that he will brainwash Genesis, training her as a dog. Sniff the defects and bite them to death. Consume them if possible so that the military can gain information. And just like that, he was given full support for the project.

"Michael." The lead researcher immediately snaps away from his thoughts as he heard the young girl's voice. Quickly, she pushes the button for the mic and answers, "What is it?"

"Why is it dark?" There comes the innocent question. Whenever that is asked and done, subjects immediately tries to escape and most of them succeeds in doing so. With a sigh, the man replies. "Because we fear that you might destroy the facility and kill us."

"Why would you say that? I've never really killed anyone before. And it's not like I'm telling you to open it in the first place." Genesis tilts her head slightly to the side, letting out a childish giggle. Michael immediately feels a cold chill run down his spine. Such innocent glee can't be found inside Gentek as long as a person remains a subject. But this, what the scientist is seeing is too much for him to understand.

"Why did you giggle?" The Doctor asks with hesitation and edge. He pushes a black button just beside the microphone's, calling for Blackwatch reinforcements. A first squad already behind him. Maybe I should have eliminated her before things got dangerous. Me and my stupid pride. He thought to himself.

"Because. . . you seem to be really nervous. I thought that would lighten up the mood." The young subject says in return.

"I see. . ." The scientist replies, letting out a sigh of relief he didn't notice he was holding. Then, an ear-shattering scream is heard. The girl. . . the subject is in pain. Genesis is holding her hand to the side of her head tightly, blood comes down from her head as her nails dig inside her skin. All the people in there becomes alert. Researchers desperately finding the problem while the soldiers call in back-up, telling whoever is in the other side that it was high priority.

Michael Lopez only observes his test subject. . . his creation struggle in agony, in pain, and he doesn't know the cause. He is nervous, mouth is dry, lump in his throat. He can't speak. Too dumbstruck. Because. . . before him, his creation is shapeshifting. While not complete, Michael can see the biomass. Black and Red. Those flesh sticking and shooting out of her, forming indescribable body parts. Genesis is covered by those flesh, but her screams are still heard clearly. Everyone is frantic and there is only one exception from that everyone. Michael Lopez has created a monster he had thought he would never create. A monster that is the same as Alex Mercer and James Heller. A monster on par with those two, or even more powerful.

- - - - [Year:845] - - - -

The two kids return home, Eren opening the door to his house. A man and a woman looks behind them.



"Welcome back." The man says and returns his gaze to his newspaper. He wears a European suit and round glasses. His hair is the same as Eren's, dark brown and his eyes mirror the shade of his hair.

"You're late, children." Eren's mother says. She wears a red dress under a white apron. Her gaze is strict, asking a question as to why they are late.

Mikasa is placing down the dried branches to its own containers so the young boy is left to answer to which he nervously replies. "Yeah. . .Well. . . it's a long story." As he answers, his gaze travels to the bag on top of the table which her mother is currently cleaning. "Huh? Dad is about to leave?" The boy asks as he sits besides his father.

"Yup," His father answers, closing the newspaper he's reading and turning his head to his son. "I'm off to town for a couple of examination."

Mikasa stares at the situation quietly. Then, she decides to speak, her eyes with sadness, looking away from the three of them and gazing at the floor. "Eren said. . . he wanted to join the Scouting Legion."

The young man's jaw drops as the girl reveals his intentions. Carla, their mother, turns to Mikasa as she heard it.

"Mi. . . Mikasa!! I told you to keep that quiet!" The young man recovers first from the shock and yells to his sister.

"Eren!" His mother says his name in a strict and worried voice. The woman stomps her way through her son and holds his shoulders tight, staring at Eren's eyes. "What are you thinking? Of all the people who got outside these walls, do you have any idea how many died?!"

"Ye. . . Yes I do!" The young man replies with firmness.

Grisha, Eren's father, who is quiet through the whole ordeal, finally speaks after putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Eren, why do you want to go outside?" He says with a gentle and understanding voice.

"I wanna know what's going on out there. I'd hate to live my entire life inside the walls as an ignorant! And. . ." the whole family's attention is on him but he shows no hesitation towards his words. "If no one here wants to pick up where they left off, all the people who laid down their lives so far died in vain." The gaze of his father never left him and neither did Eren's gaze falter.

". . . I see." Grisha breaks the brief silence. He stands up from his seat and picks up his bag. "The ship will be there soon. I'll be on my way now."

"Wait. . . honey!" His wife speaks. "Talk some sense into Eren!"

The man opens the door and looks back to his wife. "Carla, when somebody's on a quest, there's no such thing as talking them down." With this statement, the young man's expression is of awe. He didn't expect for his father to agree with his decision. ". . . Eren." He says and reaches inside his clothes, revealing a key, giving a small smile. "When I get back, there's that room in the basement which I've always kept a secret. Well, I'll show it to you."

"F-for real?" Eren's face forms a wide grin and exudes an aura of happiness.

Grisha Jaeger walks out of his home and waves goodbye to his family to which a young boy mirrors, waving his hand energetically while the two women of the house stares at the old man.

"Eren." Carla's voice resounds, calling her son's name. "I insist! It's not happening! Only a fool would consider joining the Scouting Leg-"

"Huh? A fool you say? As far as I'm concerned, those who would buy their own safety at the cost of living cooped up like a cattle are ten times sillier!"

The young boy sprints away, wherever his feet takes him. The two ladies standing in front of their house have varying expression. The older woman has a shocked but more of hurt on her face. Words of her son pained her to degrees. She didn't know if she doesn't have enough authority over her child or maybe her words of worry and concern didn't reach him. Or maybe both.

The younger girl though is indecisive. She looks back and forth to the disappearing figure of her brother and her hurt mother. To console or to run. She doesn't know. She is confused. But that confusion immediately disappears as her only mother kneels down in front of her to meet each others gaze.

"Mikasa," the older woman puts her hands to the young girl's shoulder. "He has a knack for getting in trouble so help each other out when things get out of hand."

"Uh-huh!" Mikasa nods and replies, sure of what she's going to do now. She dashes to the boy's side.

[pg 1-47]