The Infiltrator

From Harmless to Hostile Part 1 [Chap. 2]

"Armin, I can't do it." Mikasa stated as both she and the blonde boy laid in bed. Mikasa's head rested on his chest as thoughts of tomorrow's mission flooded their minds. Armin knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew that part of her was afraid of hurting the innocent. The scent of human blood is quite strong, but Armin can control himself from doing anything rash. The question still lingers; Would Mikasa be able to control her thirst for the crimson substance?

"Don't doubt yourself. If I can do it, you can surely do it too. Anyways, I'll be there with you." Armin said, as a matter of fact. Mikasa couldn't help but believe in his words as she fiddled with her fingers. The boy had a way with words, and she loved it. He knew how to calm her, like no one else. She'd always question how he did it, she hated the blonde, at first. Heck, she despised him. Now, it's the completely the opposite. It's weird how love works, isn't it?

"Thank you... I hope I'm not being too invasive, but have you ever been in love? I've been wanting to ask you for a while, and it's okay if you don't want to answer-"

"No. From what I remember, I've never wanted to be involved with someone, romantically at least. I mean, I wasn't exactly liked or loved by anyone. Most of the time, I was pushed around by some local bullies. I don't really remember having any friends, besides... A-Ann? Or Ana? I don't remember her name, but she was the closest thing I had to a friend." Armin responded the best he could, before sighing lightly. His lips curved up into a smug smirk as he stared blankly at the ceiling above.

"If I am correct, you aren't definite about how you feel about me. Am I right, Mikasa~?" The blonde added in a rather, flirtatious and teasing matter causing the girl to turn in embarrassment. At that moment, she could've sworn her cheeks had a tinge of pink on them, even if it wasn't exactly possible for vampires to do such a thing.

"W-Well, I was just curious... You hardly ever talk about your human life, and I really want to know more about you. Speaking of which, you've never really told me about how you came to be what you are." Armin's smirk disappeared soon after Mikasa finished her sentence. He was taken a back. Of course, it wasn't the first time the girl had brought that up. He started thinking of it, memories of everything he felt and experienced, before and after the transformation from a young boy with hopes and dreams to a soulless, killing machine.

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A young, bright blue-eyed boy sat in the back seat of a car. His parents sat in front, his father driving and his mother sat in the seat next to the driver. They were driving up a mountain, as they had come to visit the boy's grandfather who lived in cabin secluded from the city. The parents argued, to the point where they were yelling. The blonde boy who sat at the back looking out the car window didn't seem fazed. He knew that at this point his parents practically couldn't take much more of each other, after all, it's not the first time they argued with such aggressiveness.

"Alexander Arlert! You better stop putting your fucking job, before your family!" The woman yelled furiously at her husband.

"Here we go again with the same shit, Hayley! I asked my boss to give me days off, so we can go visit my dad as a family and this is the thanks I get! You know damn well that we're having financial issues! So shut your can, woman!" He growled back, enraging the woman more.

"Are we almost there?" The young boy said quietly, seeing as his window had become murky due to the coldness in the outside air.

"Yes, Armin." His father answered sternly as he tried his best not to let his anger get the best of him.

"Don't speak to your son with that tone! God, you're a shitty father!" The woman snapped, thus commencing another argument.

The man was so enraged, he soon lost control of the car when he made a sharp turn. The wheels let out a loud screech against the wet, icy road. The car toppled down the side of the mountain. The car windows shattered, sharp pieces of each one inflicting each passenger inside, thus crimson liquid seeping out the freshly cut wounds. It wasn't long till the air bags went off, both parents being suffocated by them. A cold, darkness overcame Armin, just as his mother and father, and soon the car landed on its right side in an unfamiliar part of the mountain.

"M-Mom... D... D-Dad..." Armin said weakly, as he regained consciousness. He lifted his head off the cold snow with the aid of his left arm. His right arm had been badly broken, so there was no use in putting weight on it. With difficulty, he managed to squirm out through the left window frame. The right side of his head oozed with blood along with a few cuts and scratches.

Once out of the car, he limped weakly around it to get a view through the front, shattered window. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembled as the coldness nipped at his exposed skin and wounds. They're gone. His parents' bodies, they're not there. Neither of them are there. He would've yelled for help if he had the strength. The loss of blood was making him feel dizzy and nauseous. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and took in a deep breath.

Crunching.

His eyes shot open and his heart pounded against his chest. That noise. Something in him begged to go towards it. He took slow and steady steps, trying his best to keep his balance. The noise grew louder as he walked. Once he got to the source of the noise, he couldn't bear the sight. He fell to his knees as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. A white wolf. It was on its hind legs, and appeared to be bulky and muscular, not only that but, it roughly looked to be at least 10 feet tall, if not then bigger. It was looming over the half eaten corpses of both of the young boy's parents. 

So much crimson. It stained the snow. Armin couldn't explain what that thing was. A werewolf? No, it can't be. Those are only a part of horror tales. What the hell was happening? He was watching this creature make dinner of what was left of his parents. "Stop!" Armin yelled with all he had in him. He couldn't take much of it. The creature's eyes darted to him as it let out a low growl.

This is it. This is the end.