There was no workout gear, or props, or anything fanciful and 'safe' in Silas's gym room. Fortunately the interface provided detailed workout instructions. For Eren, most of his workouts were calisthenics, including pull ups, pushups, squats, and sit-ups. There was a voiceover detailing the instructions in sets with increasing intensity. On Silas's departure, Eren sat slouched on a bench in the vacant space. The floors had a thin layer of dust over them, giving the gray marble a beige aspect. He closed his eyes for about ten minutes, breathing through his mouth, slowly. There were images flashing through his mind in that moment, some of which he was willing to see and others which he wasn't. One of them was his mother. Eren thought of her cursing, her smile, the way she had called him 'Tiger.' That was... gone. He opened his eyes and saw the dusty floor. Fuck! Sometimes, he would try to pick her up and place her in a good place, a better place where she could serve as
Eren looked out the window for the entire ride. It was a long ride, and uneventful, with Silas and an aide in the front, while he sat in the back of the luxurious car. Now and then, Silas made small idle talk, and sometimes he caught himself with a faint smile. In the overhead mirror the aide's tan face could be seen, peering at the road. He wore a suit like Eren, only without the extra torture of a tie. In addition to the 'sharp' cut suit and black tie, Eren had trimmed, combed, and patted-down his hair so that the curls were less wild. It was the first time in roughly a year that he had done that much grooming. And it was the first time in roughly a year that he was stepping out of the four walls of a building. He took a breather, watching the blur of greenery, concrete and metal that passed them. Many minutes later, they were riding through Winchester territory, which was a display of splendor and vastness. On either side of them large buildings were splayed out.
‘Gaine Winchester’ Eren thought. He looked at the boy before him with new eyes. Like a potential enemy. His head was arched in an almost cocky manner and he spoke again this time with a smirk. “I'm not disappointed by what I am seeing, considering what I've heard.” Eren bobbed his head but said nothing. As for Gaine, he saw the change in Eren’s countenance when he called himself 'Winchester,' and he secretly liked it. It made him feel powerful, superior. Around them, people were moving in all directions as the lobby bustled with life. Gaine cast a surreptitious glance in either direction, before leaning close. "I want to warn you, Eren. About my family," He said with sudden seriousness. “I know who you are and where you come from, and how you got here. And I don't like you. But, forget about me. My family, they don't want you to be here." He was staring daggers into Eren's eyes now, both were staring daggers at each other. Gaine went on, turning down the corners of his
There was about half an hour prep period before the televised interview. Silas used this time to brief Eren on what he could say, what he could not say, and what he needed to say. He felt disgusted, in a way, because it would all be staged and fake. He felt that he would be their bitch, a puppet for cagey tactics. So, he asked the professor; "Do we really have to do this?" At this time they both sat close to one wall of the massive convergence room. In reply Silas tentatively slipped a tablet to him, the screen lit with the 'map', a visual scheme which Sol had developed and shown them much earlier. "We have to start here," Silas whispered tensely. “So just be calm and play along.” The old man was right. They definitely had to start somewhere. So, in spite of his disgust, Eren agreed. He did meet also with the Winchester Clan Head, a majestic and decorated, elderly man with curly hair and almost countless bracelets on his forearms. The man shook his hand and s
That night, Eren ate with some difficulty. His thoughts were perhaps overstimulated with wonder. He knew he was growing powerful, even though he was yet to compare what he had to that of true bloodline awakened. He only compared himself in the present to himself in the past. The difference was terrifying. Now he could envision power, as the life force that flowed through everything that had life. White fire, he thought. He was growing more confident, but also more aware of the possibilities. And that awareness was taking some kind of hold on his mind. ‘I hope you are able to control such power,’ Silas had said. It was replaying in his head, almost haunting him. When he returned to his room, Eren looked at himself one more time in the silver plate on the wall. Then he went to dream of white fire and monsters. * He was up very early the next day. After washing in the sink, he went down to meet Silas, who was now in the company of the director; Vatican
After being cleared by the officials registering the contestants, Eren was marched down a flight of stairs by two guards to what turned out to be the bottom of the arena. The bottom housed a lengthy locker room and two long corridors leading in two different directions.At a glance, the wide locker room looked like a nightmare."Here?" Eren asked, glancing back at the guards. Growing up, he had never liked crowds, and especially after many months of being in the Dream State and all the confusing changes he had gone through in just a few weeks, it was comforting to know that some things still had not changed.The guards who had led him there looked at each other, smirking, as if they knew something that he did not.The shorter one spoke in a gruff voice, "Give it a few hours, friend.” He said to Eren. "I promise, you will get used to it in no time."Eren eyed their smirks cautiously. "I seriously doubt that."The taller one of the two snorted loudly and patted Eren on the arm. They b
"So," Tiana started, completely oblivious to Eren's plight, “…you were so nervous last night you could not sleep?""Were you not?" Eren asked.He willed his body to remember how to move. Slowly, he searched his duffel bag for his bodysuit. When Eren finally found it, he pulled it out of the bag, then stripped himself to his briefs.Tiana shrugged at his question. Her back was still turned to him. "I was concerned too, I guess."She pulled the suit up the length of her body, past her ankles and to her waist. But before she could do so, Eren caught a glimpse of her skin. Unflawed and glassy. Even under the cruel glower of the fluorescents, she gleamed.Would he always be drawn to her this way, he charged himself, annoyed. Where did desire end and where did it begin?Eren slipped the one-piece suit on in the silence that followed her admission and the confusion of his feelings for her. The suit was thicker than he would have expected — a rippleless leather that shone like latex on
When had he become someone who backed away from the prospect of a little trouble? Drake Khan wondered to himself.He had noticed the white-haired boy glowering at him from a short distance away some minutes before, but initially, he paid him no mind. He would not be the first to hate a Khan, or even the last. Being in a position of power like the one into which Khan had been born drew the ire of other people. Somebody always had an ax to grind with his father. It was not long before the face became familiar and it dawned on Drake where he had seen those eyes before, red like rubies. Eren. Eren Trost.Eren was seated on a metal bench, glaring. It could not be. He was very different from the skinny teenager Drake remembered.His friends, Daniel and Tristan, were talking about some unfortunate girl Daniel had taken on a date, who he abandoned in the middle of nowhere after the date went badly. Drake nudged Daniel."Hey," he said, "Look here. Is that who I think it is?"Daniel shrug