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 son, to whom she had passed her chiseled jawline and her hair — perpetually tousled, perpetually wild even when patted down with a comb, heavy with half-ringlets that seemed too weary to properly curl into themselves — Silas realized he had not lost all of Elizabeth the day they came for her. He explained the mechanics of the interface to Eren: essentially, it was made to assist Awakened harness their abilities far more quickly. What would ordinarily take years to achieve would take a matter of months — if the program ran as expected. It was still a work in progress by the time Elizabeth passed. It attached itself to the mind like a second consciousness and helped the particular Awakened to whom it was tailored to help. Eren listened to him with rapt attention. The boy, he mused, would have made an impressive student. "Tell me, what did you see?" He finally asked Eren when he was finished explaining. "A message. It says: Do you wish to resume your dream state? What exactly does this mean? I can go back into a coma if I please?" Silas did not look the boy in the eye. He did not know how well to tell him without leaving out a chunk of the truth. The Dream State was far more complicated than a coma. It was more similar to hibernation than a coma. It was an incubation period. The Awakened woke stronger, with more abilities than prior to their slumber, sometimes with their personalities mildly altered. "You are awake, Eren, but you are not fully conscious." "What does that even mean?" Eren asked, sounding alarmed. "It means that the two concepts, for the Awakened, are mutually exclusive. Your mind is still going through the incubation process even though you are up. It is like having one foot in the real world, here, with me; and the other foot in the Dream State." Eren squinted at his arms. "It makes sense, I guess." Since he woke, living things around him had taken on a curious, blue glow, and they shone in the distinct and dull manner with which glow-in-the-dark stars give off light. He had chalked it to the concussion. After being hit so hard, it was to be expected that he would have minor difficulties. He described the glow to Silas and the man nodded, affirming his suspicion. It was another symptom of the Dream State. 'I am one of the Awakened now,' Eren marveled at himself, staring at his hands. To Silas, he asked, "I can help you, you know?" Silas was not impressed. "How so?" He asked. "I am Awakened." He answered by way of explanation. "Now I have the ability to help you in your investigation. This way, you have more hands on deck and I get to find my mother's killers. We both win." "Eren, I have told you before, and I will say it again, hopefully for the final time—you are not strong enough to take them on—" "Yet," Eren told him pointedly. Not missing a beat, Silas carried on. "You have no traction. No powerful friends. No combat skills that we know of. Your abilities will not save you. The other Awakened, they have been preparing for years, even before their awakening. They know what to expect. They know how to wield their gifts better than you. You get into trouble with people like the Winchesters and they will tear you apart, bit by bit. They will savor it, too." "So I will prepare too. I will make myself ready. I will do anything but let this one go. No more cowering. No more hiding, Silas. I know now what I have to do." Grimly, the professor considered this. After a long moment had passed, he said. "You are hell bent on this, aren't you?" "I am." Eren replied. Silas spun the chair away from Eren and began to wheel himself away, forcing the young lad to go after him. He was forced to walk at a brisk pace to keep up and it surprised him to no end, considering that the man was supposed to be the handicapped one between them both. "I may have a solution to your problem." He told Eren. "I am listening." "The Dream State. I explained to you that it was just like an incubation period, right?" Eren nodded, bobbing his head. "Right." "And you know it is while in the Dream State that most of the Awakened powers come to its inhabitant, right?" "What is your point, professor?" Silas screeched to a halt abruptly, then stared intently at Eren. "The longer a person stays in the Dream State, the stronger they are bound to be when they wake. Or at least, that is the theory. There is no scientific proof of its veracity; but there is no evidence disproving it." Eren contemplated it. As much as he could not fault this new position in which he had found himself, he did not wish to return back to a comatose state. The last time it had happened, it had happened against his will. He was not sure he could allow it to recur, even if it would be by his volition this time. Being insensate to the world was a lot like being helpless, and the latter was a place he never wished to revisit. "Do I have any say in the matter?" Silas pressed his lips into a hard, sharp line. "Not if you want to survive the coming venture, no." Eren looked heavenward, as though he was searching for answers not to be found below. Letting out a heavy sigh, he dragged his gaze back to the crippled elder before him. “If I wholly agree, will you show me how?" He asked.‘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
'Go,' Eren thought to himself as he pushed the psycho physical button on the screen. He waited with stiff patience. Nothing. "Silas?" He heard himself call. "Keep your eyes closed," came the professor's voice. His chair made its usual whining sound as he re-entered the room. "Just stay calm, as calm and focused as you can be." "Should I... select it again?" Now Eren could see that even that was impossible as the button had been replaced by a circular, loading icon. "Yes." He clicked the button with his mind's hand, again. Crap, nothing was happening! "Bad news," said a voice suddenly. "What?" both of them asked at the same time. "I can't believe the boy is still awake," Sol blurted, reverting to the more obvious issue. "What is wrong, Sol?" the professor pressed. "The clan head, he came by himself." It was clear that Vatican Sol was deliberately staying calm. For a moment Silas was speechless. Then he finally spoke. "That is... amazing. I half expected it, but stil
NINE MONTHS LATER ‘I told you. They are too sleek to be pushed into admission.’ That was the response he had received from Vatican Sol, when he let him know what had become of the testimony he had filed, on Eren's attack. The Khans, like every other allegation, had rushed it aside as though it were a pesky fly. Well, in some ways it was. Those people... They seemed to have over them and their image, a bulletproof of sorts. And for every witness they could create ten alibis, right there on the spot. At least, Silas thought, the publicity had been useful in some way. But the outcome told him, as it did tell Sol, that their years of investigation would be worthless without some vice-like, undeniable grip on the perpetrators. That way it would be acknowledged, just as it was already long-known, that they deserved what was hopefully coming. And again, Vatican Sol had thought the same exact way. ‘I think the kid is the key,’ The professor could recall him saying.
"Eren, it is a joy to have you back." Vatican Sol's gray hair was growing wild on his temples, so that they stood out like bristles before his ears. Then the same hair crept to the crown of his head in a well-tended, running buzz cut. He was holding the electronic tablet in which they had viewed the 'map' of their plan several months before. He was the only one viewing it now, or whatever was on that screen. "Silas told me when you awoke yesterday. Unfortunately I could not come down at once.” Beside them, a weak sun was casting its gentle rays through the window. The three of them were seated in the professor's study, and Sol's shiny shoes made a scraping sound as they mistakenly grazed the floor. "I have to brief you on your mission," he continued, then,cast a glance in Silas's direction before adding, "But I think there's some other information you will be needing first.” Eren turned to Silas, who had coughed lightly. He had a small pile of about four clean sheets of