Meeting
Armin's P.O.V.
"It's alright, Mom. I'll lock the door and set the alarm. Don't worry and go to bed," I hollered upstairs at my mother. I locked the front door and as I looked out the window adjacent to it, I saw a man run into the front yard. He ran across it to the side fence, jumped it, and from what I heard fell flat on his ass. Why did he have to choose my house to hide from whoever he was hiding from. Then, I saw them. "Shit-shit-shit! Not again!" I griped as I grabbed the 'bug spray' and exited through the front door. I began spraying the liquid all over the front yard and grass, especially in the places the man had stepped and stumbled. As they approached, I tried to keep my cool.
They stepped onto the grass of my yard. "What in God's name do y'all think you're doing? You should know better than to step onto someone else's property without permission," I said as I stepped in front of them. They didn't know who I was. They had never seen my human form.
"We're sorry to intrude onto your beautiful land, but we saw our brother run onto this yard and jump the fence. Our father is awfully worried," she said with a slight pout.
"Well, then tell him to get his lazy ass up here to get him himself. And unless he does so, stay off my property! Now, Get Off!" They didn't move a muscle. "GET THE FUCK OFF!!!!" I sprayed them with the 'bug spray'. That seemed to make them leave pretty quickly. Sighing in relief, I headed back inside. I grabbed my baseball bat, I headed to the backyard. I had to deal with that loser.
Spraying the intruder with the 'bug spray', I shouted, "WAKE UP, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!" Gagging, he woke up. He sniffed himself and gagged some more.
"What the fuck is that stuff made of?!" he asked in disgust. I laughed, looking at the small, green, aerosol can that housed my masterpiece.
"Mostly cat piss, but there are a few other trace chemicals in it as well." Retching, he hunched over.
"What the fuck is that for?!" he coughed out. I smiled.
"Werewolf repellent," I said, flatly but still with a smile.
"AAHH!! It smells awful!" he shouted. I scoffed.
"Of course, you would think so! You're a dog!"
"ANYONE WOULD THINK SO!! IT'S FUCKING CAT PISS!!" Shaking my head, I continued.
"No, you idiot. That's not how it works. I said it's mainly cat piss. I did mention the trace chemicals, didn't I?.........I did. Now, those trace elements react differently to werewolves, werecats, and humans. Cats feel comforted and relaxed by the smell. Humans can't smell a damn thing. And, dogs........," I chuckled, slightly, "Well, dogs find it repulsive. Just as you have, YOU MANGY MUT!!" He looked at me, scared and confused. I spoke again, softer this time.
"I know what your thinking: how could someone so vanilla and so fluffy be so angry? Well, it's all because of you and your kind and your stupid leader! All of you are killing us off, and we're not allowed to fight back?! We're not allowed to cry and shout, because if we do, you'll just kill us all the faster! I'm allowed to be angry, so just shut up and keep it to yourself, alright?!" He blinked, eyes twinkling. He looked like a new-born kitten.
"I never said you weren't allowed to be angry........." he said in the softest and sweetest tone. I felt like it gave me a cavity.
"Doesn't matter what you said or didn't say. You're a werewolf. Werewolves are not permitted on this property. Leave! NOW!!" I dropped the can and held the bat higher. Squeezing it with both hands, I readied myself to take a swing. But, before I could...............
"You've got to be kidding me! He passed out!! UUUGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!" I dropped the bat and laced my arms through his. I'd just have to hide him in the garage for the time being. As I began to drag him the 15 feet to the garage, a strong smell wafted into my face nearly knocking me over. It was the smell of an alpha, but not just any alpha. Oh, no! This was the smell of a higher up. As I looked at the chestnut hair below my face, I realized that this was no run-of-the-mill alpha. This was the Ultimate Alpha's kin.
Halfway through the short journey, I dropped him. "God, what have you been eating?! You weigh at least 300 pounds! God!" Finally getting a closer look at the kid's face, I inspected it thoroughly. He was definitely too young to be his father or uncle or even his brother. Too young to be a cousin. Could he be a nephew? No, no, he couldn't be. He looked too much like him. That left only one other option, but for some God-forsaken reason this kid looked too...........good to be that murderer's kid. How he was so pretty was beyond me.
"Okay, I know who you are. You're Eren Jaeger, Carla Jaeger and Grisha Jaeger's son, aren't you?" Obviously, there was no response, seeing how the kid was out-cold. "Well, I don't like your dad. In fact, none of us cats do! If I help you get better, will help us take your father out of his position of power?" No response. "Right. You are knocked-out. Why am I talking to an unconscious werewolf? I don't know. Why am I talking to a werewolf at all? I don't know! What has my life been reduced to? I don't even fucking know anymore," I sighed.
"Alright, dude, if you don't wake up and walk your silly little ass into that garage right now, I'm leaving your sorry little werewolf ass out here, in the cold all night. Got it?!" Nothing happened. "I'm gonna count to three, and if you're not up by three, I'm leaving you here. Ready?" Leaning in slightly, I counted quickly, "One-two-three!" When he didn't get up, I did. I dusted my night pants and headed to the house. Right before I reached the door, guilt began to plague me. I soon found myself turning around and looking at that sad mut again.
"You are so FUCKIN' lucky I am a good person," I whisper-shouted at him. Lacing our arms together once more, I began to drag him to the garage again.
Somehow, I was able to--not only--get him inside the garage, but get him on the couch inside it. After I rummaged through the cabinets and cabinets of emergency crap, I finally found the emergency intruder kit. I opened it, hopeful to find what I needed inside.
"Oh, thank the almighty Lord, Freckled Jesus!" I said in a blur, pulling out the two pairs of handcuffs we had. Grabbing both, I ran over to that dog and grabbed his wrists. I handcuffed his hands to one of the wooden armrests and his feet to another. He looked pretty locked up to me. Turning off the lights, I looked back at him and opened the door. I needed sleep. We both did. I was not awake enough to deal with all this. As I closed the door behind me, I whispered, "My name is Armin Arlet, and I am going to help you get better, because that's what doctors are supposed to do. Good night, Eren. I'll see you in the morning."