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Eren stretched as he waited for the light to turn red. It was early March, the frost was hanging onto the morning but spring was starting to break through. Eren was still cold though, as he pulled his parker closer. The coffee in his hand was warming his fingers, something he was very grateful for, having forgotten his gloves at home.
Thankfully the walk work wasn’t far from his apartment block. Nobody was really about this early in the morning, it was half seven and still mostly dark. The streetlights still illuminating the world. The was something eerie about being awake when nobody else was.
Not as eerie as his previous life though. Eren shuddered and took a sip of his coffee.
Blood flying, riding until your horse either slipped or you made it to safety. Huge naked people eating little clothed people. Titan, he knew they were called. He just didn’t really want to think about them. That was over now. He’d been reincarnated. He was safe.
The light flash red, the green man announcing he could make his way across the street.
Eren started to walk across, a yawn escaping him.
The screech of tires trying to grip tarmac sounded loudly in his ears. Eren turned towards the noise. His legs frozen to the spot. The car was going way too fast to stop, its wheels spinning on black ice. It was too close. Eren tried to jump out the way but it was too late.
The bonnet of the car collided with Eren’s legs, his coffee flying into the air as he hit the windshield and carried on over the car.
He’d heard that it was better to go over the bonnet than under the wheels, he thought to himself as he flew through the air.
His body crashed into the cold, hard tarmac. His head slamming down as the world went black.
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Eren’s head felt foggy, his eyes felt as if they were glued shut, his body unmoving. He forced his eyes to open, the light invading and making him close them immediately. He tried to remember what happened, he was making his way to work like he usually did, the was a loud sound and….he’d been hit by a car.
Eren blinked away the fog and forced his eyes open once more. The light from the open window was too bright in the dim room. Eren felt the bed under him, it was hard and the sheets felt gritty. Was he in the hospital?
He blinked again and fully opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings.
The room had dark walls, it smelled like wet stone and dust. The bed was small, the sheets scratchy. There was no sound of hospital machines or nurses running around. The air was stale.
Eren jolted up in the bed. This wasn’t a hospital. It was a dungeon.
“That’s no right.” Eren said he himself as he flexed his arm. This body felt completely normal. Not like he’d been hot by a car at all. What the hell was going on?
Eren’s heart sped up, his throat was dry, his palm sweaty. This couldn’t be real. This had to be a dream. He recognised this place. It was his old room in the survey corps. The evidence lay on the chair across the room, painstakingly folded to the corporal’s standards.
Eren got up and walked across the room, he picked up the jacket gently, as if it would turn to dust. He breathed heavily.
“Oi, Brat. It’s time for you chores, get fuckin’ dressed.” The deep voice came from behind Eren. He spun, the jacket clutched to his chest.
Levi stood in the doorway, the light coming in from behind his. His arms were folded as he leaned against the doorway with a bored expression on his face. His lips twitched in annoyance.
“Well. Are you just going to stand there.”
“I’m dreaming.” Eren breathed. “This is a dream.”
Levi quirked an eyebrow at that. “Your dreams must be pretty shit if all you do is stand in your cell.” He pushed himself off the wall and stood straight. “Get dressed, I don’t have time for this shit. You’ll miss breakfast and I sure as hell ain’t saving any for you.”
Eren’s breath was harsh. His grip on his jacket was almost ripping the material.
“This is a dream.” Eren said more adamantly. His breathing was coming out in fast, shallow pants. His eyes were blown wide and he was sweating all over.
Levi frowned. Eren didn’t look like his normal self. “what’s the matter with you, going to shit yourself?”
Eren couldn’t think. He dropped the jacket in favour of digging his nails into his palms. Levi’s nostrils flared as he stepped forwards in a second, forcing Eren to open his hands. Perfect moon shapes started to seep blood.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Levi growled.
The grip on Eren was tight, bruising. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real. I shouldn’t be here!” Eren screamed, struggling to free himself from Levi’s grip in his panic.
Levi’s eyes widened. He shouted for Hanji as loud as he could as Eren started to struggle more. His breathing was faster than ever. Tears had started to pour down his face.
Eren slumped in Levi’s hold, the smaller of the two holding him up as he went limp. Eren’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow.
He’d passed out.