The cops gawked as some kid casually lifted up the police tape and stepped around the entrails scattered on the floor. The kid even looked down at the guts and frowned, but not in the horrified I'm-gonna-be-sick way. He almost looked disappointed.

For some reason, no one stopped him as walked straight up to the body. They had already covered her face, and a body bag was on its way from the ambulance outside. The kid crouched down next to her and took a good look at what once was the victim's stomach. It resembled something like raw hamburger meat now, with several bones sticking out.

The kid pulled down his hood, revealing long-ish blonde hair and a face that almost made him look like a girl. He obviously was trying to keep his face void of emotion, but his eyes said it all. They were bright blue, wide, and grief-stricken.

He reached out and touched right above the victim's collar bone. There was a gaping hole in her flesh there, as if her attacker had attempted to cut a perfect circle out of her neck. The kid started pressing on it, making some more blood drip out. He cringed as he felt around.

Many of the police officers looked away, while other watched in a sick fascination. No one even thought to stop him, let alone ask what he was doing, or why he was here.

"Her Grace," he whispered, horrified.

He pulled his hand off of the bloody hole and stared at it. He then seemed to almost curl in on himself in his crouched position, burying his face in his hands and bending at his middle like he was going to be sick. His shoulders started shaking.

He was sobbing.

One of the police officers, a woman with sixteen years on the job, took a step towards him. "Hey, kid-"

The kid looked up and she stopped. His eyes looked intense, scary even. He glared at everyone in the crime scene.

He stood up and started walking back towards the police tape. The guys bringing in the body bags were just coming in and they stepped aside to let him pass. Everyone's eyes followed him out.

"Who was that?" someone asked.

No one answered.

Up in the sky, clouds began to draw close together, blocking out the stars and the moon, and adding to the ominous feel. Thunder cracked. Most of them shivered.

Lightning struck and someone jumped. Another person shrieked. The best reaction was that of the person staring at the victim's body.

"Holy hell – did you see that?"

Thunder cracked once more and lighting struck again, illuminating the scene for just a brief second. They all saw it.

Almost as if they were painted on the street where she lay, a faint impression of a ginormous pair of wings was underneath the poor blonde girl who had her guts spread all around her.

"Good. Great." He nodded, heart still pounding. "What the hell was that?"

Mikasa shook her head. "I don't know."

A cough off to their left made the two spring into action. Mikasa yanked a knife out of her boot and promptly threw in the direction of a figure that was slowly getting to its feet. It let out a cry of surprise when the blade pierced its skin, but it didn't seem to be in any pain. Eren pulled a gun out of his jacket.

"What are you?" he demanded, shooting off a warning bullet. Squinting in the darkness, it was almost like they were staring a human – maybe one around their age.

Eren fired off another warning bullet. The thing yelped.

"C-can you please stop shooting that?!" it yelled. It looked down at the knife lodged in its chest. It pulled it out. "Was this really n-necessary?"

Mikasa walked over to the Impala's open trunk and pulled a shotgun out. She quickly prepped it, but didn't point it. "What are you?"

The thing stood up and squared its shoulders, though it didn't seem to be as confident as it was trying to look. "My name Armin Arlet, angel of the-"

Bang!

Eren had shot again. This time, not as a warning.

Blood pooled and soaked into Armin's shirt. He looked down at it with slight panic. "You shot my vessel."

Eren shot another one.

Armin gripped his heart, the second place where he had been hit. "Stop! You're killing my vessel!"

"Why won't you die?!" Eren yelled. He shot again at Armin, the force from the bullets eventually knocking him over, his chest all red and bloody.

Mikasa watched on in slight horror before coming to her senses. She dropped her gun and walked over to Eren, signaling to him to hold his fire. He glared at her, but complied and lowered his weapon.

"Who are you?" she called out.

"My name is Armin," a voice said. They both took in a sharp breath when they saw a boy standing directly in front of them. He looked almost annoyed, but nervous at the same time. "I am an angel of heaven, and I am here to save your lives."

Eren raised his gun again and pointed at Armin's head. "Give us proof. You just caused a huge wind storm and nearly killed us. Why should we listen to you?"

The slightly annoyed look slid off of Armin's face and a look of oh shit replaced it. "I'm…I'm very sorry about that. I'm unused to being on this level of existence, so when I'm not using my vessel, my voice-"

"That was your voice?"

"As I said, I'm – I'm sorry…."

"What are you?"

"I'm an angel, just like I –"

"There's no such thing!" Eren shook his head in disgust. "You expect us to believe that?"

"You – you don't?" Armin looked up at him in surprise, though he still never lost that underlying look of anxiousness. "But with all the things you've seen, should an angel be –?"

A sickening sounded cut him off. He looked down at his stomach to see a sliver blade sticking out of it, adding another blood stain.

"Really," Armin said, giving it a tug, "c-can you please stop? You're only hurting my vess-"

He was cut off again by a bottle of water being dumped on his face. He spat out a few drops that had landed in his mouth.

"Was that really-"

A small bag of salt was thrown in his face and clung to it because of the water. He wiped it out of his eyes.

"What are you?!" Eren screamed at him. He took a few steps forward and knocked Armin down. On the ground, Armin shrank back. . Mikasa tugged Eren back by his arm.

"Enough," she said. He glared at her. Ignoring him, Mikasa turned to Armin, taking note that the usual demon repellents Eren had used on him had done nothing. She took a breath, trying to be the calm one in the tense atmosphere. "Who are you?" she asked.

Armin looked up, eyeing Eren warily. "My name is Armin Arlet. I am an angel of heaven, and I am here to save your lives."

Mikasa saw Eren reaching for a discarded gun on the ground with his free hand. She grabbed that one too, and held them both against his back. Eren struggled against her, but she was stronger.

"Who sent you?" Mikasa asked.

Armin sat up straight, again trying to give off the impression that he had confidence. He was not very good at it, however, and ended up stuttering. "M-my boss – um, my Commander. Commander Erwin. H-he sent me."

"And who is he?"

"He's – well, it's complicated. In heaven, we have higher-up angels that tell us what to do, then when have-"

Eren let loose a laugh, interrupting him. "Stop it with all this angel shit. What are you really? A demon? Something worse?"

"Eren." Mikasa tightened her grip on his arms and tried maneuvering so she was pressing him against the car. She had to contort her head a bit to look at Armin again. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Armin pushed himself to his feet, frowning when he saw more blood flow out of the puncture wounds on his front.

While she was no stranger to blood, Mikasa looked away, pressing the struggling Eren into the Impala's window a bit more. "You said you were here to save our lives. Why?"

Armin reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He looked around, almost as if he didn't want some unseen people to hear. He held it out. "I need you to go to this place. Don't make any stops, don't get sidetracked. I just really need you two to go directly here."

Mikasa shifted her grip on Eren and freed one of her hands, taking the paper from him. An address was written on it.

He smiled brightly at her and nodded. "Thank you. I'll meet you there."

Mikasa frowned. "What do you –?"

She blinked and he was gone. A chill went down her spine.

"Can you let go of me now?" Eren asked, face in the glass. Mikasa released her grip and took a few steps back. Eren straightened up, panting, having had a hard time breathing when his mouth and nose were shoved against a window. Mikasa tried shrugging apologetically.

"Let me see that," Eren said. He held out his hand and Mikasa gave him the piece of paper.

"What do you think?" Mikasa looked up. "Eren, what are you doing?"

Eren tore the paper in half. "If it's one thing I've learned, it's never trust a monster. We're not going to this address."

He threw it over his shoulder. The wind picked it up and blew it away.

"Eren, he said he was an angel."

"Do you really believe that?!" Eren walked around the Impala, picking up various weapons they had dropped. He looked around for more and, seeing none, unceremoniously tossed them in the trunk. He walked around to the driver's side door. "C'mon, let's just get away from here. He might come back."

"Eren-" Mikasa started. He got in the car and slammed the door before she could say anything further. She sighed and got in.

Eren had turned the radio back on, and Boston's "More Than a Feeling" was playing lightly, like background music. He had turned the volume down nearly all the way.

Mikasa touched him on the arm as he started the ignition. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He glared at the road ahead and stepped on the gas. "I'm just a little shocked that you would talk to that Armin-thing so calmly. He was obviously a demon or something."

Mikasa tried to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off. She looked down at her lap, concerned. "Eren, something else is bothering you, isn't it?"

"It's just…." He laughed, but it was more like a scoff. "It's just…angels don't exists. We've never seen one before, so why would one just decide to pop in on us now?"

"I'm not sure, but-"

"If angels exist, why is there all this shit on the earth? I mean, we live on a pretty crappy planet. There's war, disease, starvation, homelessness – if angels exist, why don't they stop it?"

"Eren-"

"We even have these monsters running around, terrorizing and killing people. If angels exist, why don't they just come down and zap them all back to hell? Why do we have to be the ones to clean up the earth, killing all these demons and vampires and everything? Why don't they just take care of it for us? Don't they have the power of heaven or something?"

"Eren, please-"

"If angels exist, why do bad things happen to good people? Aren't angels supposed to smite down the wicked and reward the good? Why-"

"Eren!" Mikasa yelled, finally getting his attention. He slammed on the breaks in surprise and they were both jolted forward. Eren glared at Mikasa as he tried to regain normal use of the Impala.

"Eren," Mikasa started again. "Is this about your mother?"

"She was your mother, too," he said, not looking at her.

"I came to live with your family when I was eight," she said. "I was a foster child. I only knew her for a year or two. I thought of her as more as an aunt. You were closer to her."

Eren sighed. "You are right…I mean, this being about her. Do you remember what she used to tell us before we went to sleep?"

Mikasa nodded, and her eyes slowly widening with realization.

"The angels are watching over us," Eren said, still trying not to look at Mikasa. "That's what she used to say. That's why they don't exist. If the angels were really watching over us, she wouldn't have died."

"Eren," Mikasa breathed out. She pretended not to see some tears leak out of his eyes. "We don't know that for sure."

"No." Eren shook his head. "Mikasa…let's just forget about this and focus on our job. Our case is in the next state, and we still have a good number of miles until the border. Let's just stop at the next town –" he nodded forward, indicating the lit up buildings only a about half a mile away "– and get a motel room for the night."

Mikasa nodded, sensing that Eren wasn't exactly in the mood to talk. The rest of the car ride was silent.

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaand, that's a wrap.

First things first, thank you to everyone who has favorite-d/followed/reviewed. (Every time I got a notification email regarding this story, I did a little happy dance. Even when I checked my emails in public and saw one, I danced. Really. Ask my embarrassed mother.)

Okay, let's get down to business. Y'all wanna known if this is an ErenXMikasa right? Well, here's the answer: you decide.

And here's the explanation: In the show Supernatural, these two brothers are all over each other. Really. Like, hot fucking damn. They hug, they sacrifice everything for each other, and, if the writer's of the show weren't worried about "masculinity", and the fact that they're brothers, these boys would be kissing each other. Since Mikasa and Eren aren't technically siblings, I'm willing to indulge you all a bit.

But, for the people that just want a general fic, no romance or shit, you can take it in the brother/sister dynamic. Like, I'm not going to writing them doing the nasty or making out. But I will write stuff like holding hands when they're scared, and all that jazz. (And maybe a side chapter or something, if you want.)

So, basically, take it in what way you will. Ship it, or don't. It's up to you.

(However, I will be writing an ErenXMikasa with side ArminXAnnie soon, if you're interested.)