Eren stared at the old tape recorder.
The only thing separating him and his mother's loving voice were a couple of magnetic strips and the play button that rested beneath his thumb. He took in a couple of deep breaths before placing the earphones attached to the recorder in his ears. He didn't play it immediately, hesitant for some reason maybe due to guilt or fear. Still, his curiosity won as it wasn't long before he eventually pressed the button. There was a satisfying clicking sound as he pressed the button. A soft noise from the minuscule machines churning resounded in the room as the tape within spun. Eren stared at the recorder, waiting excitedly for his mother to speak. Another satisfying clutch later and the tape had begun to play, spinning forward as static whispers eased into Eren’s ears. He could hear clumsy movements with a few distant curses before finally, the sound of a warm sigh sipped into his ears and with it came a melodic voice stuffed with feminine charm and grace. "Um... hello, my little tiger." Eren had no idea when a single tear ran down his cheek. "Fuck it." "Fuck it.” They said in unison, their shared reaction gained a chuckle out of Eren’s. He could hear his mother's snorting laughter as she seemed to rub the tears off her cheeks. With a warm smile, Eren did the same, seemed he wasn't the only one who felt a bit overwhelmed. There was a slight pause before she spoke again; "If you're hearing this now...I guess I'm not with you anymore... but I hope I haven't been gone for too long... that'll be quite sad." She paused briefly before continuing. “Still, I'm so sorry you have to go through all this without me, I'm sorry I won't be there for you, but I know you are strong and everything I do is to make you tougher than steel so you'll be the stone the awakened dash their feet against instead of the soil they step on." Eren’s eyes widened a little; What did she mean by that? "Listen to me Eren, the ruby crystal that sat in my amulet, is more than just a ruby." 'Yeah, no shit." He mumbled. "It has the ability to awaken dormant humans, and my guess right now is that you have discovered this first stage. I'll kill Silas if you are listening to this without having achieved that." "Listen if you have truly awakened then you must have noticed that it was incomplete, and if you wish to fully awaken then you need to head to our home. There should be a secret hatch on the basement floor, head there as soon as you get this." "That's all you have to know, listen, little tiger…I love you more than two worlds and trust me one day you'll see me in the next." There were a few more seconds of static whispers and a couple of curses before the tape finally short-circuited erupting in a rain of sparks and smoke. Eren shut his eyes for a bit, his fingers caressing the bridge of his nose. The eight years that had gone by since he last heard his mother's voice rushed through his mind. 'Yeah, you weren't gone for too long.' "Are you okay Eren?" The wooden door soon gave way. There was a look of worry on the bald professor's face as he approached Eren, his eyes fixed on the tape recorder that lay in pieces. "Yeah, I'm okay." Silas considered Eren for a bit before finally asking; "So umm if I may ask, what did she say? Also, did she mention me by any chance?" "Yeah she did, she said she would've killed you if you screwed this up," Eren said with a weak smile. "Ha... that sounds a lot like her." The professor said with a chuckle. “So what next?" "Well apparently I have to head back to our old place in the suburbs. She said something was waiting for me." "If that be the case I'll get my aide to warm up the car." The very next hour Eren and Silas were on their way. The old family house was located somewhere in the suburbs. Eren had never forgotten his way home. The drive was long but Eren had enough thoughts in mind to keep him busy. Not soon after the car halted before a run-down building with faded turquoise blue paint and what probably used to be white highlights. "I'll wait for you here, it seems to me whatever you need to do now, ought to be done alone." With that Eren headed inside his childhood home, a surge of memories flooding into his mind. He could recall all the now seemingly unimportant events that had occurred at all the different corners of the house. Memories of his mother teaching him how to ride a bike on the pavement, then there were the sweet memories of all the delicious meals she often ordered after work. Now that he thought about it his mother was often too busy to cook or properly take care of herself. She was too busy providing and nurturing her son that she had forgotten how to cater for her own needs. As a result, Eren had to develop nurturing traits at an early age. He recalled helping her to bed and tucking her in, cleaning up after her and making sure she always had everything she needed for work. 'We were an amazing team.' Eren smiled to himself. Unfortunately, the smile didn't last too long as the site of yellow police tapes quickly soured his mood, bleeding out all the good memories and leaving all the rest behind. The day the lab exploded Eren’s home was stormed by government officials. He was soon sent to a child catering facility the next day. He hadn't been back since then and now looking at the yellow tapes the government had used to seal his home, Eren couldn't help but seethe with anger. With his strength, he tore right through any yellow tape he saw. It wasn't long before he found himself in the basement and wandered around for a bit before finally noticing the draft coming from below. He squatted, letting his face feel the wind trying to discern where it led. With his arm, he struck the wooden floor, listening attentively for any shallow spot. Luckily he didn't have to wait too long. When he had found it, he immediately began to push away the counter that rested on top of the hatch. He pried the wooden panels open and beneath was a metal door of sorts lying in the ground. There didn't seem to be any handles to open it, but when Eren’s fingers touched the cool metal surface, a loud creaking sound resonated in the room and a ladder leading not less than ten feet underground appeared. The lights came on automatically, some still flickering while the others refused to switch on entirely. ‘Wow.’ Eren knew his mother was really into science but the amount of equipment he found lying about made his mother's relationship with knowledge seem almost...obsessive. He walked between the rows of empty files and measured glassware, dust and cobwebs littering the scape. The room was basically a desert of glassware, each measuring bowl and test tube now fashioned with dust bunnies and spider webs, except the vile of red liquid sitting at the end of the lab. There was a letter buried in dust that sat beside it, and it read; "In order for your awakening to be complete you have to consume the red liquid, Tiger." Eren stared curiously at the strange red liquid. He picked it up, scanning it thoroughly with his eyes. He had his doubts but he knew that his mother would never want to hurt him. In one breath, Eren popped open the vial and immediately gulped it down. Nothing happened for a bit, but soon Eren was on his knees, the muscles beneath his flesh pulsating as he felt something course through his veins, altering his very being. His pale skin had red veins bulging out everywhere, reaching all the way to his neck and eyes. It was only after a while of screaming and rolling in pain that the agony ended. Eren lay sprawled on the floor heaving and panting heavily. He slowly picked himself up, almost slipping on his own sweat. "What the hell?!" Eren cursed as a message prompt appeared before him, black and faintly opaque with red highlights and white lettering. Eren spaced out as he considered the screen before him and the message it portrayed. [Do you wish to resume your dream state?] Two options lay beneath the text, although he assumed he was most likely just seeing things Eren still refused to pick either. A part of him told him it was more real than he thought. It wasn't like it affected his field of vision anyway. If anything it looked more like a hallucination, so he could tolerate it till he figured out what to do next. Eren returned to the car with Silas, and while the professor's aide drove Eren and Silas sat in silence. It seemed to Silas that whatever Eren had seen at the family house was probably something the young lad wished not to share and he wasn't one to pry. "You said the awakened man that stormed your lab and killed my mother had been unknown at the time, yes?" Silas stared at Eren for some time before nodding slowly. "Are their identities still unknown till today?" Eren asked, his eyes watching the scene outside the car blur away. "Yes." Silas could see Eren’s reflection through the window as he shut his eyes, there was a long pause before he spoke again. "But we know who sent them." Eren’s eyes shot open, red with rage. "You do?” “Yes.” There was a bit more silence. Then an exhale, and finally the words Silas never dreamt of hearing burst forth. “Good, because I would want my revenge. I want to avenge my mother’s death.”‘I want to avenge my mother’s death…’The words he’d spoken earlier replayed in Eren’s mind as he watched Silas’s silent form. He could tell, just from the look the old man wore, that he was in conflict with himself. Was it over the vengeance statement, or something else? Eren had no idea. When Silas finally spoke, he seemed to weigh his words carefully."Vengeance?" He scoffed, turning to look Eren right in the eye. "Can't you see? That is what I have been trying to do for years, without any success. It seems it does not matter what I do, they are always a step ahead. They cleaned it all up such that it was as though it never happened. The people that wanted your mother dead, Eren, are very powerful people.""I figured as much," Eren told him quietly. His voice was hot with rage. He caught the worried glance of Silas's aide in the rearview mirror, but thought nothing of it. He turned to Silas and stared at him in contemplation for a short while. Then he asked, "Silas, who killed
Soon enough, just as Silas had promised, Eren found out what occupied most of the top floor. It was Silas's laboratory. Upon their arrival — after scanning the professor's irises — automatic sliding doors hissed open to reveal an immaculate, white corridor that stretched out before them like a tunnel. Stepping into the lab, Eren was immediately struck by its cutting edge ambiance. The air in the lab was sterilized and crisp, with a hint of antiseptic and the faint hum of machinery.Eren stared wide-eyed at the size and magnificence of it. The technology of his mother's lab was decades behind this, it was obvious. He knew, however, that this comparison was not unbiased, since Silas's was eight years ahead of the one he found in the hatch. Also, it did not smell of dust and neglect. Eren figured this was owed to Silas's aide. There was not much a man in a wheelchair could do when it came to cleaning.They walked until they were swallowed in the maze of 3D models, holographs and te
Flashback ~ SOME YEARS AGO ~ "An interface?" Elizabeth (Eren’s mom) hesitantly asked the evening Silas described the program he planned to develop to her."Yes," He said, immediately defensive of his idea. "But inside the mind." With Elizabeth, Silas was rarely ever as meticulous as he was with others when it came to masking his thoughts. This was owed mainly to the fact that she did not often entertain doubt, as other people were likely to. This meant that he never nursed the fear that a spontaneous idea would make her think he was insane. If anything she was far greater an ardent believer than him. Science was her religion.“Oh Silas…” Elizabeth muttered and then she burst out laughing. "Don't mind me, Silas." She had said, eyes twinkling brightly. "I am just old and tired."He chuckled…Present Day ~ So long ago it was. Then, laughter was not such an alien notion to him. For months he developed the program; for months without end, she assisted him. Now, as he stared at her
‘If I wholly agree, will you show me how?’Silas looked at the young lad before him, and held back a smirk. He was so eager. So, so eager. "Your Dream State could buy us some sentiment to cushion our tracks in the investigation." Silas spoke, completely ignoring Eren’s question.He blinked twice. “What?”“I just thought of that now."Thought of what?… Eren was preparing to ask in the most censored way, if the elder would even answer."Your attack is news already. I informed the press what happened. They're on it. Somebody's going to take responsibility."Now, Eren was getting confused, but he asked more questions still. “Will that help in any way?""I think it will," Silas replied. His wheels made a low whining sound and the overhead fluorescents created a repetitive dark-and-light effect on them as they glided through space. "People live by sentiment.” The older man spoke. “A little publicity where due is only fair, is not so bad.”Well it was also a little pathetic, Eren caught h
"Eren! ...Eren!"He opened his eyes to stare at a soulless white ceiling. There was a call at the door... Where was this place?... Oh.. crap.Silas slid in without invitation and he held the door open for a moment and watched the moving wheelchair."How many scars do you have left?""What?”"You have a meeting tomorrow. Or rather, we have a meeting tomorrow about you."Eren thought furiously for a second, then almost choked in his reply. "What meeting?"Silas ignored the question. "You still have a bunch of scars.”Eren fumbled with a sleeve. There were some red bruises and marks in the area where Drake had hit him. Hard.“Well yes, I do.” "Good. We'll need them as evidence. The Winchesters have planned an empathetic visit, if you may.""Visit?""Em-pa-thy," Silas said, cutting him short with the vehement pronunciation. Like he didn't know what that meant. "Come," he ordered, wheeling himself out with just as much ease as he spoke.What did the Winchesters want with him? They hear
Eren blinked, and watched as Silas wheeled through the stairway.For a moment he thought the old man would topple with the chair and fall all the way. He saw it play out in his head and brushed it away apprehensively. Fortunately the chair, and Silas, and himself went safely into the chamber, lights blaring to life as their entry alerted the motion sensors inside.The late expanse of engineered space held many different things that were not built to be in the same space.There was a comb under sealed glass and fluorescent light.Some hair on a petri dish.A bunch of outdated radios and tape recorders that could have been used by Hitler himself. Some complicated machinery that was beginning to gather some weeks-old dust. And then a large surface wall covered entirely with papers and photographs.The last bit caught Eren’s attention and he wandered off toward the pile of valuable garbage apparently assembled over years of underground digging. Behind him Silas explained - “Wincheste
“Eren!” His eyes opened with a start again. This time the professor's voice was less intrusive, but persistent nonetheless. It took a bit of effort to lift his face off the mattress and sit up. He pushed the hair away from his face to see a mix of fluorescent and natural light streaming in from the open door. There was a humanoid silhouette in a chair before him, that grew more defined as his vision sharpened. It was Silas. He must have let himself into the room. "Good Morning Eren." Eren steadied himself. "What time is it? Good Morning." "I will wait for you outside," said Silas. "Get ready quick, we have to begin early " It took ten minutes for him to wash in a sink, pick a shirt, look at a mirror in passing, then rejoin the old man. He wore socks over his feet this time, and they retraced their steps back to the underground vault that housed Silas private chamber. "I should have returned this yesterday," Eren held the trinket out before him while walk
A mile away from the mansion, an entourage of eight identical, imposing black wagons approached the building in a long, gleaming and resilient line of steel. The sixth of these cars carried a man whose deep blue eyes gazed through his window with silent power and an air of dignity, much like a creator looking upon his universe. This man and his entourage were headed for the same location where Silas, Vatican Sol, and Eren now resided. At least in the moment, the three of them were still alone. Eren was seated in a gray colored, relatively small, swivel chair, a few meters away from both Sol and the professor. He was looking at what resembled a map — a flat, broad tablet that displayed a simple, process-low diagram. The other two were looking at the same map on their own portable screens. "This is a rough outline to give us an idea of our position and progress. It can be refined as things get progressively clearer," Vatican Sol said. "The black dot on the far left is you, an