《Cut Deep (Eren x Reader ft. Titan Eren)》~ Chapter 3 ~
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The titan is released from the chains that held it back and it looks down at me, those thick brown eyes deeply glaring at my movement, as I slowly take a step back in fright.
"DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THE TITAN UNTIL I GIVE YOU THE SIGNAL!" Hanji shouts to the group, obviously wanting to see what may happen.
I take another step back and jerk, causing the titan to reach its arm down to me. I fall backwards into mud, it soaking my uniform and splashing dirt on my flustered face.
It grabs my tightly around the waist, and I look over at the other titan, Puppet who seems more restless than it was before, and that is when I notice that it has also been released from its chains.
"AhhhHHH!" I scream, my voice laced with fear and panic.
"SHE IS OKAY, DO NOT ENGAGE!" Hanji repeats, up in the trees along with the rest of my group.
If I had of known this is what I'd be doing, I would have never agreed. I just wanted to spend time with Eren, but after looking in the trees for him, I gather my thoughts to assume that like myself he has had the day off as well, but unlike me didn't show much scientific interest in the titans...that's what I get for liking the titan boy. I become the sacrifice for titans.
I hear another crack of thunder and the titan that holds me stops and turns to the right, and I look to see a thick strike of lightning.
"HANJI!" I squeal. "THERE IS LIGHTNING! ONE OF US IS GOING TO BE STRUCK!" I point out.
"It's not even raining anymore," I hear Conny mutter and look over to the trees to see that everyone is standing casually, with no signs of striking the titan that is about the kill me.
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"HELP! PLEASE!" I began to cry as I am lifted into its wide mouth. Jeff pauses, and I listen to hear the rock of thunder, becoming louder, louder...
I feel myself falling, a gush of wind hitting me and in all the confusion, I can hear Hanji screaming.
"ENGAGE! ENGAGE! MIKASA, REINER, BERTHOLDT GO FOR (Y/N), THE REST OF YOU GO FOR PUPPET!"
I feel the weight of a male underneath me, and open my eyes to see Reiner, holding me by the waist and pulling me up into the tree using his 3DMG. In a blast of confusion, I see a third titan beating Jeff, steam everywhere signally he is dying. I notice that the rest of the group are trying to restrain Puppet, and put him back in his chains.
After a few minutes steam clears and what is left is Ymir, Christa, Jean, Conny, Sasha and Armin surrounding a deceased titan body which belonged to Puppet, and Mikasa, Reiner, Bertholdt, Hanji and myself above in the trees.
"Can...someone...please...explain?" I pant for breathe, taking a glance down at the skeleton of Jeff. I look around for the third titan, but can't see him anywhere. Maybe I was imagining him?
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