A PIERCING METALLIC scent fills his nostrils, a sickening smell truly. For a moment, he forgets what it is, where it comes from. The beat of crushing bones and horrified screams pounds against his eardrums. He is frozen. His eyes flicker from left to right, right to left, merely observing. So much CHAOS is happening in so little time, to his left a soldier meets the hand of a titan, sending her flying into a nearby building. It is then that he realizes he has not moved an inch. It is as though fear has removed his soul from his body, forcing him to watch the horrific events from above.
Why.... Why am I standing there...
The titan bends its knees, wide eyes peering into the frightened soul before it, seemingly enjoying the sight. C R U N C H !
Watching my comrades... Getting EATEN like this?
WHAT’S GOING ON?
MOVEMENT TO HIS left catches his eye (the only thing he can control), he is staring into the eyes of a M O N S T E R. He knows he should run, he knows how to run, he knows how to escape this situation; but fear coils around his body, paralyzing him. He cannot do anything but watch, an audience of one to his own e n d.
AND I DON’T KNOW WHY..... MY BODY WON’T MOVE......
IT IS A brief moment that feels to last an ETERNITY. From the clothes on his back he is scraped off of the rooftop, no more than a limp body lifted into the air. A new scent fills his nostrils; the scent of ROTTING FLESH and d e c a y. And before he knows it, he is d r o w n i n g drowning in the warmth of wet flesh as he falls to the back of the titan’s mouth.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
This is how his story will end, and only now does he regain control as the soles of his feet face the titan’s throat. A hand is extended, reaching desperately towards the outside world. He screams once more, his last tears stream down his cheeks as he feels himself being pulled downwards, dragged by an unseen force to the dark tunnel will soon consume any light to reach his eyes.
Suddenly he stops, time is frozen in this instance. He has stopped falling, the tunnel is no longer consuming him. There is a pressure surrounding his extended hand, a dry warmth.
ICE BLUE HUES clash with silver, fear against determination. Armin will not die today. Armin and Eren work together, white knuckles binding them, keeping Armin from falling to what should have been his end.
And as quickly as he fell, Armin is tossed back onto the rooftop, flesh and bone colliding with brick with a loud thump. The blond looks over his shoulder at his friend, his SAVIOR. Beastly jaws struggle to close as Eren’s body forces them to remain ajar for a last parting phrase.
But such a phrase would never be completed. The struggle between man and beast became more clear with every second that passed as Eren’s body shook.
“EREN! QUICK!”
BEFORE EITHER OF them could finish their last words, a C R U N C H signified the end of their last exchange. Armin’s tears felt like acid, pouring down his cheeks as he watched his savior’s arm dangle from the titan’s teeth. THIS WAS THE END.
Upon realizing this fact, his lungs tightened in their cage. His chest felt as though he’d been crushed by a thousand bricks. This was his doing.
WITH THE LAST of his remaining air, he lets out a wail of pure agony. Suddenly he feels weak, but again he is frozen, a CAPTIVE to his suffering. He is HELPLESS as he watches the titan swallow the boy he once called his f r i e n d.