[System alert: You have died!]
[System alert: Your blood has been absorbed!] [Blood refining in process] [Blood refining halted!] [You have entered the Dream state] With a short gasp Eren’s ruby eyes shot open, beads of sweat glistening atop his pale skin. There was confusion visible on his face as he stared into nothingness. "Where the hell am I?" Somehow, Eren had found himself floating in absolute darkness. He strained his eyes trying to search the void for answers but all he was able to uncover was just how abysmal the darkness truly was. All around him, there was nothing but endless space with a cold chill running through his bones making him feel a great discomfort. "Oh lord, where am I now?" He asked clutching his arms as he folded. "Is this truly my end?" It was a terrifying revelation, assuming he was to spend the rest of his conscious existence in nothing but absolute darkness. Despair held his every thought turning him prisoner until eventually, his life began to play before him. He recalled long-forgotten moments of his childhood, his mother's warmth and smile and then came the memory of his nonchalance as they mocked the only person who had ever cared for him. The shame didn't last long as he recalled himself dying after a futile attempt to defend his mother's name, although he had failed tragically he struggled to see it as a failure, he could even feel a bit of pride. Suddenly he recalled something, instinctively reaching for his neck as if something of great importance once hung from it. With a gasp, he churned as images of the amulet his mother had gifted him played in his mind. The red crystal that served as its pendant soaked up his blood — both the one that had been spilt and the one circulating within his body, leaving him dry and bloodless as a shriveled corpse. What left him in awe though wasn't the cruel way his mother's amulet had killed him but rather it was the texts in red that appeared before him right before his consciousness faded. He couldn't recall what was written but as his mind strained itself, a string of strange otherworldly text suddenly appeared before him. Surprisingly, he seemed to be able to decode with ease. [You have entered the Dream state] [Blood refining in process] "Blood refining?" As he repeated the strange string of text out loud in confusion, the world around him suddenly quaked. Grrrrr… A weak groan escaped his lips, pale hands grasping at his chest as if to ease the sudden pain that had held the space beneath his rib cage where his heart lay. It felt like his heart was erupting, he could feel it swell and bulge sending unimaginable tremors of pain coursing through every fiber of his being. The next second his heart tore open birthing strings of blood which proceeded to spread throughout his body like a virus. It first spread like roots, the blood strings threaded along every muscle piercing into his skin and clutching onto his bones as well. Soon they coiled around him, wrapping him in its dark embrace till only his head was left free. Eren filled the once-empty void with shrieks of horror as he watched his body get swallowed up by his blood. His head was yet to be swallowed but he could soon see the terrifying red strings making their way towards his eyes erupting out of his nostrils and ears slowly encroaching his head before heading for his eyes. It wasn't long before his whole body was shrouded completely by the blood. All that remained was his mind and yet he could still feel it slowly reaching and consuming his thoughts and memories. At that moment Eren's eyes shot open with a powerless scream escaping his mouth. He sat up with force, beads of sweat once again glimmering on his skin as the sun slowly peaked from behind the horizon. Eren's eyes widened in terror knowing fully well that whatever he had just woken up from was far from being just a dream. His eyes shook frantically as his muscles throbbed and spasmed underneath his pale skin. "Where the hell am I?" He was currently sitting on top of a soft mattress sheathed with silk cloth, and feather-stuffed pillows supporting his moist back. Soft beeping sounds were coming from his sides, when he turned he saw monitors with unsteady lines constantly running through their black screens. There were slim, transparent pipes as well which seemed to be connected to his arm monitoring his pulse and also feeding him blood. Before he could rip them off his arm, a bald man rolled into the room, his prominently thick brows furrowed in a tight frown, his ice-cut eyes that brimmed with intelligence scanning him thoroughly. "How in heaven's name are you awake?" There was a very distinct look of shock in the man's eyes, he spun the wheels of his wheelchair rolling to the other side of the room where a notebook sat probably for monitoring Eren's condition. Eren watched the disabled man in confusion as he scrambled around the room muttering wordlessly to himself. "Can you please tell me what the hell is going on?!" Eren yelled, finally having enough. There was a pause as the bald man released a soft sigh and then placed the notebook on the table beside him. As he rolled towards the end of Eren's bed so they were face to face – Eren couldn't help but notice the man's lack of hand motion when he pulled his wheelchair, it was almost like he simply willed it to move and it obeyed. The man had a serious look on his face as he sat across from Eren, rubbing the bridge of his nose softly with his fingers. "Well, frankly Eren you currently hold the world record for the shortest recorded stay in the dream state, totalling 6 days and 11 hours." Eren's eyes widened as he failed to accept that he had been asleep for almost a week and in the dream state no less. It was common knowledge that awakened had to spend a certain period of time in a dream-like state before gaining their otherworldly abilities and gaining the title 'awakened.' The time they spent in the dream state differed from person to person but it was often between 2 to 6 months. Some even believed the longer one spent in the dream state determined how powerful they would become. "Wait, does that mean that..." Eren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had just woken up in a strange room after dying, not even knowing if he was still dreaming or not and now he had just learnt that he was currently awakened although he failed to imagine the kind of power an awakened that had only spent 6 days asleep would possess. 'Nothing flashy that's for sure.' But still, he was awakened or at least that was what the strange crippled man before him was insinuating. 'Can I even trust him?' "Who are you?" The man took some time before replying; "My name is Silas Homer, I study Awakened with a degree in transmutation in humans..." Eren could already sense what he was about to say next. "And I am... was a friend of your mother." Eren furrowed his brows in confusion. "And how do I know if you speak the truth?" "Elizabeth... your mother and I were lab partners we had known each other right from the academy." He had a warm smile on his face as he spoke his eyes drifting off to side as if recalling past events. "And so what if you were friends?" Eren's words pulled him out of his reverie his face turning serious. "We... we were more than just friends. She trusted me with a device instructing me that if it ever rang out I should hurry to its location. It didn't take me long to discover that the device was left with her son, so I patiently waited for the time to come." Eren's face only tightened further as he tried to piece together his mother's relationship with this Silas character. "Listen Eren you don't have to believe me yet, I know it's probably a lot to take in so I'll give you some time to yourself... When you're ready, come look for me. I have something for you." “Huh. What’s that?” "It's something from your mother.""From my mother?"Eren repeated staring at the bald man with wide eyes, too many questions spawning at the back of his mind.Silas said nothing, merely nodding in return, before somehow managing to once again wheel himself out of the room without the use of his hands.Now left on his own, Eren’s mind could finally try piecing together all the events that had occurred thus far.Firstly there was the strange crippled man who had claimed to be a friend of his mother. Now that he thought about it the man shared an uncanny resemblance with a certain Dr. Homer his mother was once very fond of.Although Eren recalled him having much more hair and a much more common means of transportation–Legs."The explosion must have taken a lot from him..."The man must have only made it out due to his awakened physiology, which was much more sturdy than the average human. His body as an awakened was capable of much more than just peering through microscopes and jotting down theories after all, despite t
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 gra
‘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