Angel's Trumpets [RIREN]

♤Chapter 3♤

Armin was leaning over his desk, looking over the charts in his room when Mikasa loudly barged in through his door, her face stern and disinterested like always.

"Where's Eren?" she demanded.

Armin shrugged, not once taking his eyes of the large crumpled paper in front of him. He brushed his bangs away from his face before replying. "Have you checked downstairs? He's probably there if the screaming and yelling is anything." He looked up at her.

Mikasa buried herself into her red scarf and thought for a moment. Violet-silver eyes stared at the floor.

If Eren was downstairs with their prisoners, taking his time, then he probably wouldn't want to be interrupted. Not that Mikasa was planning on going down there. She couldn't find Marco and Reiner anywhere so she figured Eren must've took them along with him to get some information out of their...prisoners.

But still.....

She didn't trust those bastards which was something she wanted to speak with Eren about. It was better to kill them all off then keep them cooped up in the cells. Besides, what if they sent reinforcements? She knew they were after something valuable. Or rather someone.

Someone like Eren.

She growled viscously at the thought of someone touching Eren and clutched at her scarf. They wouldn't get Eren, no one would. Not now, not ever. They can't take him away from them. Her eyes turned hard, and her face darkened frighteningly. She could feel her blood begin to boil, her fingers twitching with the need to brutally cut into something with her swords. It was quiet and she could feel armin's concerned stare on her from across the room but she shrugged it off.

She stared down at her scarf with adoration and blinked slowly, her eyes softening slightly as she recalled the moment they had all met Eren. Their Eren.

They all sat huddled together for warmth in the corner of the dirty, dark cell. They were cold and the little, shabby clothing they wore on their bony bodies did nothing to protect them against the freezing cell. They hadn't eaten in two days and the last food they ate was just a pinch of bread though that did nothing to sate their hunger.

Mikasa huddled up against Armin, whom was presses against Jean. She could still hear the pirates upstairs laughing and cheering, likely having another stupid party of theirs. The only time one of them came to see them was just to throw a loaf of bread and call them useless, reminding them that they had no home. It was the truth anyway, neither of them had homes anymore.

Most of the time they would beat them if they so much as made eye contact.

Mikasa trembled, bony fists clutching weakly at Armin's filthy shirt. She let out a shaky breath and they all flinched when they heard the creak of a door opening. Would it be another pirate whom would just laugh at them? What would they do? Beat them? Whip them? Kill them? Death would've been better anyways.

They could hear the sound of lights steps-- definitely not one of them since the pirates were always heavy-- descending the wooden stairs then heading their way, the footsteps growing louder and louder.

Mikasa trembled at the thought of another person wanting to hurt them for fun. She couldn't take any more of the beatings. She was already too weak and frail, something would likely break and then she would be useless to protect everyone.

The footsteps stopped right outside their cell door, a golden light flashed in their direction causing them all to flinch and press up against each other even more, not even daring to look.