The Third (tentative title)
a semi-story by Dot
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A strange little piece out of a lot of boredom.  Please remind me to shoot myself next time I want to have a EVA marathon. :)
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	I stare at the tinted, cracked glasses in my hands.  Why do I keep such a thing?

	/Pain.  Searing, hot, white pain.  And someone shouting her name, over and over again./

	Something wet splashes onto the glass.  I am crying.  Why? And why does it feel like I have seen tears before?

	/More pain.  Something strange invading her body.  The Thing which she does not understand makes Itself known to her./

	I remember things, yet I do not remember them.

	/"You remind me of a mother." He grins sheepishly.  Her face grows hot./

	The tinted glasses reflect my face badly, and my image in it distorts.

	/Her face twists in anger.  "If the Commander told you to commit suicide, you'd do it!"/

	I know what will happen to me.

	/He grabs her shoulder much too tightly.  "It is time."/

	But I am not afraid.

	/The hands around her neck tighten viciously.  "You are replacable, like me."/

	Yet I am afraid.

	/Hands pounding the floor, distraught.  "I am as stupid as my mother!"/

	I wish to disappear, but he does not allow it.  No, _she_ does not allow it.

	/"If it's a boy, we'll name him Shinji.  If a girl, Rei."/

	Who am I? _What_ am I?

	/"I think I am the Third."/

	It does not matter.  Not any more.
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*scratches head*
Why are most of my first-person narritive stories sound like the person talking is on crack? (On second thought, don't answer that ^^;)
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-"Dot"
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