He watched, something he found himself doing more and more as the days flew by.

He watched, as the sky went from blue to black, as the wind picked up and died down, watched as the rain thundered down and as it fade away. All he did was watch.

But watching was probably better than taking part in what his 'kind' typically did. Shambling to and from, vacant expressions plastered onto their faces, titanic forms destroying anything that found itself in their way.

Titans. That what they were called-what he was called. The monstrous race that devoured and consumed. Amd he was one of 'them'. Although, he was one of them in name only, he did not consume, he did not stare vacantly, nor did he destroy anything in his way, quick the opposite in fact, he prides himself on causing as little destruction he could. So that left him with quick the spare amount of time, to which he filled with watching, just simply watching. Watching what? Well, the titans at first, he'd watch them act and always wondered why he was different, he watched them devour small things, things he found out were called people, little living things that resembled his kind, but were far, far smaller. At first he found that the sight of his kinds 'eating' didn't bother him. But, the more and more he watched, he realised something.

These people never went out of their way to kill his kind. And yet, his 'kind' devoured theirs without a second thought (if they were capable of thought in the first place), and that realisation struck him deeply.

It wasn't fair.

He would never know when he began to feel this way, or what this 'feeling' truly was, all he knew was that he was different. Far too different to simply be yet another titan, he was something more, and as he watched as one of the people tripped over and fell to the ground running from his 'kind', as he watched another of the people turn back around, run to the fallen person, his ears picked up what he knew as words.

"DADDY…

"SARAH…

These words meant nothing to his mind… but to his very being? They overflowed his being, not the words himself, but the emotions behind them, the desperations, the fear. He felt his fists clenched tightly, he had no idea why.

Why?

The person reached the fallen small one, and held her tightly, his kind growing ever closer to the pair.

Move. He wanted them to ever so desperately get away, why weren't they running? That's when he saw it. The rest of the people who had continued running, had ran straight into another horde of his kind, and as he watched them, body parts strewn around, smears of blood where a person used to exist. He realised something again; there was nowhere to run to.

Why?

He couldn't understand, how could he not understand after all this time he had spent watching them, his kind had no reason to do this, not even for sustenance, as whatever his kind eat, they just throw up, so why?

The older person was stood now, bravely facing his kind shambling towards them, a look of absolute terror etched onto his face, he grew confused, what was the small person going to do? He could not fight his kind, many have tried and failed, even those people who flew through the air with their bizzare contraptions barely managed to kill one or two of his kind. It was hopeless… so why? Why did he feel his chest tighten as the older person turned to the smaller one, something was spoken, but what, he couldn't hear. That's when the older person screamed viciously, and charged towards his kind, no hesitation in his stride.

What! Why?

Why? Why? Why? It was suicide, the person had no hope to survive, at most he would keep his kind stalled for a few moments as they devoured him. But as his eyes found the smaller person yet again, who was now running as fast as he little legs could carry her, something just… clicked inside him.

He was protecting his daughter… He didn't know where this thought came from or even how he knew what a daughter was, but he just knew, he just did. And for a moment, he felt a surge of something rise within him, it felt nice, it felt like something he'd always want to feel. What was this feeling? The sound of aganised screaming broke him from his thoughts, as he watched the person who wanted to protect was ripped to absolute shreds, arms snapped and pulled apart of twigs by his kind. And the rest of his small form chewed up in mere seconds. It was almost painful to watch, but his feeling he couldn't name stayed.

He protected his daughter, they'll survive, they'll…

He wished he never turned his gaze back to the other person. As a giant hairy palm swung towards her, and in a mere moment, a quick second, the person was no more, just a splat of blood and organs on the ground. And with that, the surging feeling dissipated in an instant. Replaced with something more more… carnal. His eyes found the persona killer, it was one of his kind, but they were different, they had fur all over them, was slightly more taller then him. He didn't care though, he had figured out a name for this new feeling that devoured the good feeling from before.

Rage…

It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair, it wasn't FAIR. The furry one of his kind seemingly finished with killing, simply carried on his way, almost jovially, as if he hadn't just snuffed out an innocent life. He couldn't stand for this, he wouldn't stand for this… this act of evil. And as he finally took his first step from simply watching, now? Now he was going to act. He was, until something stalled him straight in his step. Another of his kind approached the furry titan, but like him, calling him just another of his kind would be a gross understatement. This titan was… was…

Blonde.

The rage was gone just like that, replaced with yet another new, unknown feeling. They were so very different, they resembled some of the people his kind ate, the ones who didn't have fu on their faces, and they had weird orbs poking from their upper bodies. He recalled a word he had overheard in his watchings.

Female.

This titan that approached the furry one was female, and she stole his entire mind away from him. He didn't know what was happening, one second, he was filled with rage, the next? He was frozen in place, watching yet again. He wanted to scream and roar, how dare he yet again just watch after what he had just seen! He growled deedly in his throat, as if commanding his form to finally move. But he simply couldn't, he couldn't move, so he continued to watch, watch as the female and furry one went of together, not even noticing his inner turmoil. He watched, just like he always did. He never noticed or felt the single blob of water dripped from his cheek onto the barren ground below.

Later…

He didn't know where he was now, as always he never walked with the front of his kind, he prefered to be a fair distance away, so he could watch like always. But something was off, never had his kind come this way before. And he knew this because he had never once seen those.

What those were he didn't know, they were tall, so very tall, much, much taller than his titanic form, and they seemingly stretched around something forever, and his kind were shambling towards it. That's when his nose caught it, that ever so familiar smell, the smell that sent his kind into a rabid frenzy. People. BUt this wasn't like the usual smell, no, this smell was so much more… 'overpowering', it filled the very air, and the smell was coming from; inside those exceedingly tall objects. And suddenly, dread filled his very form, his kind were to feed, that must have been what they had been tracking towards all this time. And they had finally found it. However, not all was lost it seemed, as his eyes caught his kind fail spectacularly to get inside, the objects sheer size and strength stalling those who dared. And once again, that strange enlightening feeling filled him, he still hadn't found a name for it, but he still very much liked it, and it seemed that watching his kind fail at mindless slaughter gave him this welcome feeling.

Wait… what's that smell?

It was new, and yet at the same time; very familiar-no! Not familiar; similar… similar to the stench his kind gave off. His eyes followed the origin of the smell and his eyes dilated in utter befuddlement. It was another of his kind, but it was so different at the same time, it was slightly shorter than his form, had a short amount of blonde hair on its crown, but it was practically made of muscles, a rarity in his kind, he himself also featuring an assortment of muscles, but this particular titan had something even he didn't.

Armour… Armoured Titan.

Again; words he didn't know came to mind, but as soon as they arrived to him, he understood them, the titan he was watching was definitely special. Although, that wasn't even the most surprising thing to do with this entity, but the two miniature people he spotted on his shoulder. He knew what they were instantly; people. People were on that Titan's shoulder and well, that sight just threw the whole rule book out on what he knew about titans, and here he was thinking he'd have an advantage on this subject with being one and all!

He watched the trio intently, already knowing his 'regular' kind won't be able to get past the massive objects, these three however? They were new, they were unknown, already he realise if he decided to try and fight the armoured one, chances are he'd lose. He growled at himself, he'd first have to stop watching to be able to have the chance at losing. The armoured one brought the two small people over, closer to the massive object, and considered his interest piqued, traveling ever so closer, but not close enough to draw their attention, he blended in with his 'brethren', at least they were good for something. He watched as the armoured one gently grabbed one of the small ones and placed him onto the ground, taking care to keep any unwanted titans away. What in the wo…

Yellow lightning struck the earth…

And all hell broke loose.

Later…

Terrified screams, gurgles of death, moans of despair, his impressive ears caught them all, and he so dearly wished they didn't. He didn't know what happened, one second there was a small person on the ground, the next? The largest of his kind he had ever seen suddenly appeared and proceeded to kick a titan sized hole into the massive structure keeping his kind out. Which meant; that his kind had free reign over the innocents within. To make matters worse, the giant one had disappeared again, as well as his armoured friend, and the other small one, who he could only presume could also do something similarly outrageous to what he had just witnessed. He had followed his kind through the hole, praying that his nose was lying, that on the other side was there wasn't millions of the small kind, but he had been so dreadfully right.

And as he stood there, somewhere within this strange looking place, with small buildings all interconnected, and these bizarre cobblestone streets, he couldn't marvel at the amazing scenery and structures the people had built, all he could see were the destroyed buildings, the flowing blood that drenched the streets, the fleeing people, desperate for survival. He witnessed a bigger person abandon the smallest of small people, one that couldn't even walk, he watched as the bigger person was quickly snatched up and devoured, and how the little one was simply crushed underneath the large clubbed foot of his kind. It was too much, it was all far too much, and yet, all he did was WATCH. Death and turmoil surrounded him and all he did was god-damned WATCH, he should be tearing his kind apart in justified rage, ripping heads from shoulders, gouging blank eyes out of their sockets, SAVING the small ones.

AND HE CONTINUED TO DO NOT A GOD-DAMNED THING.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to roar. Anything! To get rid of this dreaded feeling building inside him. He didn't want to just watch anymore, please… anything but this, he found himself begging for it all to end, for the screaming to stop, so bad was the inner agony, he found himself scratching at his ears, feeling the blood pouring over his fingers just invorgated his efforts, soon he'd be unaffected by the sounds around him. But as he was about to finally tear his ears off, they picked up something different from everything else.

"NO… MOM, SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER!"

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself. He looked towards the sound.

And everything just stopped for him.

He saw it all.

The man carrying two little ones, running from one of his kind.

The titan reaching down to grasp the defenseless, crying woman from underneath some rubble.

The sheer overwhelming despair in the little ones eyes as he was forced to watch his 'mom' get eaten in front of his very eyes.

The 'mom' smile sadly at her little ones bawling eyes, having already accepted her demise.

He saw it all- he WATCHED it all.

And just like the lightning strike that caused all this nightmare, something just switched in his mind.

All he had ever done was watch.

Watch.

Watch

Watch

Watch

WATCH

WATCH

WATCH

ALL HE HAD DONE WAS FUCKING WATCH.

Time seemed to return to normal, even though it had never stopped in the first place. And for the first time truly; he moved!

He moved faster than he had even done before, bounding over to his kin-NO- to the monster, he ignored the chocked gasps of fear from the man carrying the two little ones, striding right over them. He reached the monster as it just began to open its disgusting jaw.

Not.

This.

Time.

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

He reared his right arm as far back as it could go.

He twisted his upper body, wanting for this to hurt as much as possible.

He tensed up.

He pivoted onto his left foot.

I won't watch anymore!

His long awaited rage had finally unleashed itself.

And he finally just moved!

And for as long as he had left in this world, the sight of his fist smashing straight through that monsters head would never get old.

And at that moment; three things happened.

One; the woman began to scream, as gravity suddenly tried to claim her life, that was until she fell right into the his unbloodied palm.

Two; the sound of running and crying from the three nearby had completely stopped, replaced with absolute shock and amazement.

Three; he had finally found a name for the feeling that would surge in his chest from time to time.

The protector had finally discovered his hope.