HI everyone. This is kelvin,"Lynch" Lee and i apologize for
the format of the fic in this email. Despite setting my
wordwrap at 60, it still happens, haven't figured out how to
fix it, sorry. Anyways, the story is not mine, i am merely
forwarding it for my co-writer the KingKiller. So check it
out, and tell us what you think at lynch@surfshop.net.ph or
you can take a look at our other works at
http://members.surfshop.net.ph/~lynch THanks everyone!
Ramblings : This is the Kingkiller. I've been trying my best
to finish my
other obligations but my mood is just not cooperating with
me. I shall
still strive to deliver though. I'm writing this in honor of
all the people
I've met and had a chance to talk to in my life. Great and
ordinary moments
that make my life. Thanks for being there. I won't forget.
Silly Author insert :
Somewhere mortals need not know
Lynch wiped the sweat from his brow. Finally! Five thousand
still more
coming! Bwa ha hah ha! The wise, overstressed and most
pleasantly plump
being known as Lynch admierd his work. His website was
getting raves and it
boosted his ego (which needed it from all the dissing he
regularly got)
"Lynch."
After nearly breaking the olympic record high jump, Lynch
turn arround to
see his mainly absentee partner Kingkiller grining at him.
"400 hundred years ago, no one could have sneaked up on
you." The rather
grungy being called Kingkilled grined at the surprised
Lynch. The fact that
his throat was being gripped by an angry Lynch in the midst
of an adrenal
surge and his feet couldn't touch the ground didn't seem to
faze the easy
going vice president..
"Kingkiller!" Lynch let go of his lazy partner and wondered
what was it
this time. His memory still clearly indicating that chaos
and Kingkiller
normally came together. Like lightning and thunder. The best
he could hope
for was that whatever this was about now, it wasn't going to
be too hard to
deal with. After the Beef Goulash incident, Lynch had been
totally
convinced that Kingkiller was the luckiest bastard he knew.
As to good or
bad luck, he was still undecided.
"I've got something I want to show you!" Kingkiller said
excitedly.
"The continuation of the rest of your fics that many loyal
fans are
demanding you finally finish?" Of course from the deadpan
way he said it,
Lynch knew that Kingkiller knew that he knew, it was not so.
"Uh-not exactly...."
"....let me guess....You have a new fic, totally unconnected
to the rest
of your work that you will persue and then just abandon when
you feel it
gets too hard to complete it but insist on making it a
series anyway cause
you think its gonna be good."
"Um...right! I mean...NO! I'm gonna complete it! Just you
wait!"
*Sigh* "Hand it over....this had better be good Kingkiller,
you still owe
me a LOT of backlog work."
"You'll love it! Why, with the new recipe, its guaranteed to
spice up this
story. I hated the wimpy old one anyway."
Lynch humphed at that but gave the Kingkillers work a
serious look.
Evangelion. Hey, isn't that blood.....
"Um, just what did you add anyway?" Lynch tried not to show
his disgust at
what was either a surgical attempt going horribly wrong or
one of
Kingkiller's cullinary attempts. The later would actually be
far more
hiddeous.
"Spine, guts and a fighter's heart!" Kingkiller beamed with
pride.
Lynch felt seriously ill when something occured to him. A
quick check
confirmed it.
"Uh-oh...." He hated it when Kingkiller tried to cook
something up without
paying attention.
End Silly Author Insert
Bad Boy
A train hurtles towards its destination in solidarity, a
leviathan of
steel and human technology moving with a force that would
humble most
creatures capable of trully understanding the engineered
marvel that humans
created, but for all of its power, the train could only go
where its tracks
guide it and as the fate of all things created by man, had
no purpose but
to serve its creators.
As the setting sun solemly shines through the windows, we
see that the
train is empty. Nature's beauty seemingly mocks the twist of
fate. Created
as a wonderous marvel but treated as nothing. Its exsistence
is seemingly
pointless and cruel amids the glorious beauty of nature's
green hills, tall
mountains and scarlet sky that came to exsist for its own
purpose and not
of man's.
I sound corny....
Okay so the train isn't exactly abandoned since I am
obvioiusly riding it,
not by choice but there are people on the tain.
Normally I'm not the type to sit quietly or thoughtfully.
Maybe because
thinking never was my strong point. Maybe because thinking
never helped me
much. Maybe because thinking too much just gave you a
headache. Maybe I
think too little. See, I'm starting to sound like a smart
ass again.
It was just as well I was in a thinking mood I suppose.
There really isn't
much else you could do when your hand cuffed and being
guarded by a train
car full of guards right out of a bad spy movie. Dark suits,
shaded
glasses. Really generic. I spent hours being cooped up in a
train car with
them and I still have trouble telling them appart.
Cuffs were good quality, nice steal. Probably government
issue. Different
from standard police cuffs.
As to why am I handcuffed and being hauled off to who knows
where by a
bunch of thugs, I have no idea.
I am Shinji Ikari, a no purpose, uncultured, runaway
delingquent with a
record longer than my arm but asides from that, I'm nobody
special. Take
away the punk clothing I won't look that different from
anyone on the
streets. Alright so I'm a little beat up but asides from
that, there really
wasn't anything special about me under the old coat and torn
up jeans. My
fashion sense tended towards dark tones and grunge a lot, a
result of my
rather rugged lifestlye. Don't clean or mend my clothes as
often as I should.
Just a little more.....there!
I palm the cuffs into my hands, thankful that no one
discovered the small
lockpick pins I hid in my sleeves, and wonder what to do
next. No one seems
to have noticed that I'm no longger cuffed. Good. The reason
why I looked
beat up was because I was beat up. Profound huh? Anway it
sort of started
when I was surrounded by my current company goon squad.
After telling them
to go screw themselves when they demanded I follow them
things got ugly.
The least they could have done was at least not insult my
intelligence and
come up with a decent story. *Your father needs you my ass!*
Haven't seen
the bastard in years.
Should have tried a more diplomatic approach first. Should
NOT have
underestimated them. Just because they wore suits didn't
mean they weren't
tough. I was lucky enough to down a few of them with cheap
shots but these
guys were good. The beating I got was very profesional.
Don't remember much
after that. Oh well, chalk this up to experience.
So here I am, unbound, unarmed, trapped in a roomfull of
thugs who won't
hesitate to kick my ass if I try anything funny and sitting
in a train
going kami knows where. Today, was going to be a bad day.
And the worst
part was, it was going to get worse. I just knew it.
Mulling over my situation, I couldn't help but wonder why
all this heat
was coming down on me now. Not as if I held the key to
humanity's survival
or anything.
***
NERV
"Where is the pilot!" Ritsuko yelled in frustration,
startling her
subordinates. The tall blonde scientist was known for her
nerves of steel
and for her to start showing signs of frustration meant that
things were
very bad indeed.
An Angel attack clearly qualified as a bad thing.
Why a roughly humanoid, skyscraper tall, imprevious to
conventional
weaponry monster would be designated : Angel, was as good as
anybody's
guess. The last time the world was attacked by an Angel it
caused the
Second Impact. A cataclysmic event with a death toll in the
billions. Sea
levels rose dramatically, earthquakes occured near
simultaniously. Whole
countries simply disappeared, swallowed by the earth and sea
or thrown into
the chaos and confusion that followed. Now another Angel has
appeared. It
was calculated that if there would be a Third Impact, then
the human race
would not survive.
But the human race was not about to go without a fight! In
the years since
the last impact, humanity was able to develope a way to
fight the near
unstoppable Angels. With monsters of their own making,
humans created Evas.
Humanity's hope against the dreaded Angels.
Everything was ready. All of human kinds toil and sacrifice
was now ready
to defend them.
And there wasn't a pilot for the damn thing.
"Ritsuko-sama, Misato-san has left the building and is
heading towards the
pilot retrival team, expected contact and retrival in ten
minutes." Maya
answered back. The young woman gave her sempai worried looks
but said
nothing else.
Ten minutes. The pilot is ten minutes away. Enough time.
Scanning the huge battle display screen, Ritsuko saw that a
division of
tanks were moving in. Against a conventional threat, an
armored tank
division would normally be a very potent force but an Angel
was anything
but conventional. In theory no two would be alike save for
the fact that
they would all have an Absolute Terror field capable of
withstanding
anything short of an N-2 explosion and survive. That was
made the Angels so
frighteningly unstoppable. The tanks would be
slaughtered....
"General, move the tanks out of the way, the Angel would
destroy them all."
"NERV does not control the UN!" A old man in a general's
uniform said
sternly as he directed the army amassed on the surface.
***
It was a very nice day. The sky was blue, the sun was
shining and the few
white clouds there were just seemed to enhance the beautiful
contrast of
the calm deep blue sea and the glorious sky. Not exactly a
day were you
expected the world would end but humanity seemed to expect
it.
Tanks rolled in from the roads to take strategic positions
facing the
ocean. Tons of military hardware created for the sole
purpose of war
raised their weapons and began to wait.
A cool breeze blew by, unnoticed and unappreciated by the
tanks.
Birds sing sweet melodies as they fly.
Nothing.
More time passed and we wonder if all this is a strange
joke.
Then the birds took off and flew away.
The sea churned and a giant green figure rises from the
water.
All at once the tanks open fire and hundreds of rounds cover
the target,
by all rights it should have been destroyed but a shimmering
feild seems to
protect it from any harm.
Then it raised an inhumanly long three finggered arm.
There was a brief glow and light flare just as screams
filled the com links.
***
"3rd and 2nd division has been decimated." Maya whispered.
Offering a silent prayer, Ritsuko glared at the general
above and behind
her, then ordered the remaining forces above to pull back.
Her authority
was unchallenged this time.
***
I forced his breathing to stay slow and even. This was it.
The brakes screeched as speed faded away.
The automatic speakers in the train squaked out the
destination.
The train's door automatically opened.
A hand reached out for me.
Now!
My foot shot out and caught an unlucky man just between the
juncture of
his legs, before the cry of pain ended, my hands shot out
and two more
guards screamed as inch long steel picks were slamed into
their faces, I
leapt and my head rocketed up and smashed into the chin of
another goon.
Slaming with enough force to draw blood as tounge got caught
between teeth.
A mad scramble, ensued. In the tight quarters of a train
car, numbers
became a liability as I leapt this way and that. Hands
reached out to grab
me but they were getting in each other's way too often to be
very
effective. Numbers and angry shouting adding to the
confusion as I ran past
the door that was clumsily left unblocked. My jacket was
torn away from in
the struggle but I didn't care. I was free! Free! FREE!!!
Running, I left the train station with cursing goons just
behind me. The
city beckoned to me as I ran into the dark alleyways of the
urban
landscape. The backways and twisting alleys were my element.
A place where
I enjoyed an almost instinctive understanding of its nature.
The slums, the
places were misfits and human refuse of society were
condemed to rot. Home.
Heart pumping, I supressed the urge to laugh as the chase
went on. Hunters
on my tail, unknown territory all around me and I was loving
every insane
minute of it.
Shouts became fainter and more confused now, I grinned, the
game was now
in my favour.
***
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST THE PILOT!!!" A gorgeous young
woman screamed
as she drove her car towards the contact point. Her short
tight black dress
showed long legs that a model would envy and a figure to
match. The fact
that she is driving at what would be very high speed doesn't
seem to
distract her from screaming on her cell phone.
***
Footsteps echoed through a narrow alleyway. A nondescript
man ran into the
alley and took a quick look around. He spoke to the mic on
his suit and was
about to head into another alley when a metal pipe crashed
into his skull.
Knocking his shades off his head from the force.
The man fell to his knees, dazed but not out. Quickly before
he could
defend himself, the pipe was swung in a vicious back hand
strike and
smashed into his face, snapping his head away and finally
knocking him off
his feet. What followed was a brutal assault as the pipe was
raised again
and again, raining blow after blow till blood began to
splatter. Metal on
flesh, the sounds of impact echoed almost monsterously. On
and on till the
man stopped trying to move and grew silent. There was
complete
silence.....then the pipe struck the man a few more time
just to make sure.
Vicious? Yes, but also very effective and nessecary.
Satisfied that I had trully beat the man down and he was
going to stay
that way for a while, I checked to see if the guy had
anything worth
taking. The way I figure it, grievious assualt and battery
and even a
mugging charge wouldn't make my situation much worse than it
already was
anyway. Besides, I had a feeling this guy wouldn't be
pressing charges.
Something told me secrecy was an issue here.
Opening the jacket, my eyes quickly focussed on a gun.
I cautiously reached for the gun and took it from the
unconcious goon. It
was a nice gun as far as I could tell. Cool looking too. I
liked the way
the gun felt in my hands. A semi-auto .357 Colt Magnum
special issue. Not
an easy gun to own. Limited issuance policy. No doubt about
it, these guys
was well conected. These pistols weren't available to the
general public.
A few minutes later I, walked away from the alley and
continued through
the backstreets of Tokyo-3 with a smug expression. Reaching
in to my newly
acquired jacket, I pulled out and put on the shades that was
thankfully
flung away from the attack. My new jacket was several sizes
too large but
at least it was neat, clean, came in the color I liked and
didn't have any
obvious holes. It also helped hide the gun. Asides from
little blood
stains, the jacket was nice. The money in the goons wallet
would last me a
good week of decent living or a few days of wild partying.
I was feeling very cocky after my latest stunt and wondered
what I could
blow part of the money on. A steak dinner? A tape player?
Maybe even visit
a hospital and get myself checked up by a doctor for once.
The slow throab
one experiences after getting worked over wasn't all that
pleasant and I
wasn't all that gung-ho about being tough enough to take it
all. After the
adrenaline rush and with nothing to occupy my mind, I
started to feel every
briuse on my body. There were a lot of briuses. Thankfully
none of them
seemed major enough for me to worry about much.
After a few minutes of walking my earlier euphoria had faded
to nothing
more than a pleasant memory in my mind as I explored the
city I was in.
Partly because of my aching body. Partly because something
very strange was
going on here.
The plan on fading into the crowds during rush hour, when
people would
crowd the streets and head home was trashed as soon as it
became apparent
that no one was going to rush home anytime soon. Where the
hell where the
people?
The city was abandoned. There were no people. Not a one.
Cars were left in
the street, some with the doors open and the engine still
running. Stores
were left unattened. Here and there were signs of people
seemingly to have
dropped their things and abandoned what they were doing and
just left. It
looked like a looter's paradise but I couldn't shake the
feeling that
sticking arround would be a bad idea. I froze just at the
mouth of the
alley, trying to foccus on things I could understand for
now. Considering
my options of either heading back to the maze behind me or
to go out into
the open where I could put more distance but was in greater
danger of being
spotted since there wasn't any crowd cover I was expecting.
Somehow
thinking about avoiding the goon squad felt like worrying
about my hair
when I was about to lose my head.
Tremors, earth quake?
Another tremor, stronger this time.
A flock of birds took off and I decided to follow their
example. Time to
make tracks. I ran out into the street.
Discretion over stupidity was part of my philosophy.
Choosing to follow
the birds, I made an effort to keep up and head to wherever
the birds were
going. They pobably knew where it would be safe.
Tremors again, stronger now.
Fear made me run faster, pain and fatuige forgoten for the
moment. The
tremors were getting worse. the shock wave was so strong I
could feel it
rattling my bones. After a few more moments it was bad
enough to make my
teeth tingle. Sweat poured out of me. I wasn't winded and I
wasn't hot. I
was just terrified. Something was out there. Something I
didn't know and
didn't want to know.
Before I could cover more than a few blocks, a giant monster
the likes of
which I had never even dreamed were possible crashed through
a buidling I
was going to run past.
I stared into the monsterous face and had just one thought
to convey my
situation : Oh shit!
It was big, green and ugly. I looked like a mishapen man the
size of a
building with its face on its chest. I saw malice in the
inhuman face as it
stared down at me. Increadibly long arms moved towards me.
At the last possible moment, I managed to shake off my shock
and jump
clear just as it slapped the ground I was standing on. I
could feel the
force of the blow as it reverated through the air. A heavy
boom that
actually helped me gain more distance as I flew threw the
air.
The gun was in my hands before I knew it was there and I was
firing
wildly. The kick of recoil making my arms numb from bracing
against it. The
thundering roar of my shots seemed faint against the noise
of its mere
steps but I kept it up anyway. Every shot I took connected,
it was hard to
miss a target the size of a building but thing just ignored
it, it started
to try and reach out for me.
I had never been so affraid in my life. Sheer terror gave me
the speed to
get up and run for the alley ways. No way something that big
could find me
here. Then something smashed through the buildings and
passed barely an
inch over my head. If I was affraid before, I was now
reaching new heights
of terror. I was running before the rubble finished falling.
I didn't know how long the chase lasted or even if I was
being chased. All
I knew was that there was a monster behind me and I would
face almost
anything else to escape the thing.
I hated the thing. It made me run, it made me hide, but
worse of all, it
made me affraid.
I flew out of the alley and into the streets, just in time
to see a blue
sports car coming right at me.
I really should have paid more attention to where I was
going. As an
excuse I could say that I was running away from a building
tall monster
that tried to flatten me but after all that I went through,
it would feel
pretty stupid for me to end up as road kill.
I saw the car coming at me. Time slowed. A crazy idea
flashed into my
mind. I jumped. The hood of the car passed just as my legs
cleared the
space it was moving through. The gun went off before I got
slammed into the
glass windsheild. The quick shot I fired cracked up the
glass enough so I
felt the glass shatter as I hit it, the breath was still
knocked out of me
from the impact but at least I went through the windshield
instead of
splattered on it like a bug.
The woman behind the wheels gave a gasp of surprise at
seeing me, still
somewhat stuck in the windsheild and trying to get rightside
up on the
passenger seat. I didn't waste time in making threats, a
quick struggle
later I stomped on the gas pedal wrestled with the wheel
from where I sat
and the car sped away a second before a giant foot crushed
the concrete
where the car was a moment ago.
***
The faint little burning sensation at my side had steadily
worsened to the
point where it felt like a hot coal was branding my wounded
side. The same
side that smashed through the windsheild. I hadn't noticed
it in the
excitement but I was bleeding badly from the wound. There
were probably
glass shards stuck in me from the grating pain I had
everytime I tried to
move. My jacket and clothes were helping to soak up the
blood but I could
still feel a little trickle flowing down my leg. If the
bleeding doesn't
stop soon I was going to have to stop and bandage it up
properly before I
died from it.
I turned to pay attention to the woman since we were now
several miles
away from whatever monster was back there. Nothing but clear
open country
highway for miles now. We had left the city a while ago. Oh,
I was also
driving like a maniac and I didn't have a license. Can't
seem to get by
without breaking at least one law lately.
She was very sexy, dressed in a short dress that showed off
her legs quite
nicely. She had long black hair and a gorgeous body. Stacked
to to the tens
would be a good description. Any other situation, I would
have loved to be
even given a chance to sit next to a babe like her. The only
thing
bothering me was the look on her face was a calm one. I
expected her to be
at least a little pissed or outright terrified of me instead
of quietly
accepting the situation. I had highjacked her car, kidnapped
her
(unintentionally but no judge would believe that!) and I
hadn't said two
words to her since we met. Not exactly a typical way to pick
up a woman.
We were somewhere a cliff of some sort. As before the place
was abandoned.
Still no signs people even from the high vantage point.
I didn't really know where I was going but I figured the
farther away from
the monster the better. Another city was good. Another
country would be
even better. A different time zone wasn't bad either.
Seeing a clearing up ahead I chanced for it. Tires
squeeling, the car went
from over a hundered miles an hour to a full stop. I had to
grit my teeth
to keep from crying out as the manuvers jostled my ribs. The
suspension
couldn't cushion me from it all but it was a great car so it
didn't hurt
too much.
I got out of the car, bringing the keys with me. I gave the
woman an
appologetic look and then shrugged. There wasn't really
anything I could
say or do. The least I could do was be nice I guess. Not
much practice at
that but I seemed to be doing well enough. I planned on
taking a quick look
around, see where the best chance of escape lay and take a
piss. She was
going to have to bear with me for a....
<Click>
The sound of a pistol being cocked got my full attention. I
turned around
slowly to see the woman pointing a gun at me. She was
standing in text
book firing postion. Feet braced. Both hands holding on to
the gun and by
my guess, she knew how to use it. Mentally berating myself
for not
searching her, I waited for her move.
"Shinji Ikari, I am Lt. Misato Katsuragi of NERV. Surrender
and come with
me."
Dust stirred lazily as we faced off. Nobody moved for a long
while. All my
attention was foccuessed on the woman pointing a gun at me.
Alright Shinji,
what now?
I stared into her eyes and I was surpised to see a grim sort
of
determination. She didn't seem like the sort that would mix
with the
bastards that dragged me here, but that didn't mean I could
trust her. She
knew my name. She was armed with a gun. She was also driving
around in a
city that could have been a ghost town. She was a mytery and
one I had
better figure out quickly if I wanted to make a choice I
wasn't going to
regret.
I was still wondering what to do when her eyes suddenly
widdened, with a
soft curse she dropped her gun and tackled me. Then there a
flash of light,
a loud noise and then nothing.
***
I came back to conciousness and wished I didn't. I probably
only blacked
out for a few seconds but whatever happened to cause it made
me fell like
hell. My wounded side had busted open and in addition to
glass, I felt like
a generous handful of dirt and grit had been rub into it for
good measure.
Not to mention the ringing in my ears, the dark spots in my
eyes and the
ever worsening throab of a body complaing about all the
beating its been
taking. Any more abuse and I'd probably collapse for good.
Whatever that bright flash of light was, it heralded a
shockwave so strong
it blew me off the concrete road of the highway and onto
sparse grass of
the ground next to it. A good ten feet worth of distance by
estimation. I
was surprised that none of my bones were broken.
Trying to get up, I noticed the possible reason as to why
that was so. The
woman, Misato was still on top of me. She used her body to
sheild me.
Gently rolling her on her back and off of me, I surveyed the
situation.
If this wasn't Armagedon, it sure looked pretty close. My
guess was that
somebody used a nuke on the monster I ran into earlier. The
sky had turned
angry red and dark from the dust, blown by the force of the
explosion. I
could feel the heat from the blast as newly created thermal
winds blew by
me. I sighed as I felt the heat. It felt so warm, so nice. I
was so cold.
Damn! Must be suffering from shock. Can't have lost that
much blood could
I? Tired. Maybe I should just rest....rest and...
No! Damn it! <Slap> My face stung, helping me foccus. <Slap>
Wake up you
baka! Don't die like this....not like this. Not without a
fight!
There was the woman, Misato. What to do with her?
The car was totalled, it was resting on its side. Wheels
spun helplessly
in the air. Engine dead.
I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, bleeding to death and
I had no idea
what was going on.
This was going to be tough.....
***
Misato awakened to the sound of an engine roaring back to
life. She opened
her eyes and was surprised to find that she was face down on
the ground and
her hands were cuffed behind her. She looked up to see the
boy she was
supposed to bring back slaming the hood of her car shut. The
fact that her
car was resting on its side only secondary to the state of
the Child she
was supposed to retrive. He was covered in blood, dirt,
grime and his hands
were slick with grease. He had obviously done something to
the car.
Pale and shaking ever so faintly, the boy limped to position
along the
car. It was like watching an old war movie where the
soldiers where all
badly hurt, exhausted beyond their limits and still
determined to fight. A
sense of unshakeable will stirred in her as she watched him.
The boy was obviously weakened from his injuries. That was
offset by his
sheer determination though. He had his back to car and was
trying to push
it back upright. Sweat oozed of of him in streams, a pained
look of effort
on his face. The car inched up slowly. Roaring in
frustration, Shinji
pushed even harder. The car started to tilt. Shinji's eyes
opened and with
a scream of agony, a gout of blood burst from his side. A
few seconds
passed before the car slid back down, upright. It was a
close thing.
Clutching his side. Shinji collapsed where he stood and
tried not cry as
his pain rose to another level. His hands clamped down on
the wound to
stop the blood but the excertion took so much out of him he
almost didn't
notice as Misato stood up and edged closer to him. She
stopped just as two
pistols were leveled at her.
"Shinji, are you alright?" Misato asked gently.
Shinji said nothing. Concentrating on controling his breath
and ignoring
the pain.
"Shinji you have got to get help, you're bleeding too much.
I know a place
where you could get some medical attention.."
"Why should I trust you, Lt. Misato Katsuragi of NERV?" Cold
eyes stared
back at her. Lying on the ground, soaked in sweat and blood.
Shinji still
managed to sound hard and unyeilding. Like a oak that was
beaten but
unbroken, and very unwilling to bend.
"Because if you don't, youre going to die!" Her patience was
nearing its
limits. She was trying to help him! Why couldn't the idiot
just make it
easier on them all?
"That's not a good enough reason. If I do, I've got to
follow what you say
don't I? Go back to your turff where you'll have your goons
ready for me?
Nothing doing."
Carefully rising to his feet, Shinji backed away a good
distance before he
put his arms down. A pistol was still in his hand though,
ready to draw
and fire if he needed to to.
"I'll be heading out on my own." Shinji said, dangling the
keys to the car.
"You can't just leave me!" Misato cried in alarm. Alone,
exposed. Outside
a shelter during an Angel attack. Her chances wouldn't be
good.
Shinji seemed to consider this for a moment.
"You're right. I should shoot you but I won't. You took a
hit for me and
I'm grateful for that but you knew my name and I bet you
know a whole lot
more than that while I know shit about you. So unless you
come clean with
me, I ain't joining this party, got it?"
Misato bit back her retort. She glared at Shinji but finally
gave an
afferative nod.
"So first things first, how do you know me."
Misato looked surprised at that question. Didn't he know?
"Your father told me."
"My father?" Shinji was starting to get a sick feeling that
he wasn't
going to like where this conversation was going.
"Your father. The commander of NERV. He sent me to get you."
Shinji backed away a few more steps. Right now he was too
messed up for
him to trust himself to think straight but that didn't mean
he'd lost it
quite yet. He had an idea on how to check out what she said
quickly.
Careful to keep at least one gun pointed at Misato, Shinji
reached into
his jacket for the NERV handbook he had found in her jacket.
Technically it
was stealing but it seemed appropriate at the time. He
wanted to read it
later and maybe find out more about what was happening but
maybe right now
would be a better time.
Shinji cautiously scanned the NERV handbook. His eyes went
wide as he saw
the listed name of the commander : Ikari, Gendo
"...that sonovabitch...."
***
"Shinji, you could show me a bit more trust you know!"
Misato glared at
Shinji via the rear view mirror. Her hands were still
cuffed. She had to
step over them earlier to drive.
The car was once again thundering down the road. Minus a
door, a
windsheild and plus more nicks, bumps, scratches, than an
entire week worth
of repairs by an expert mechanic could fix.
Sitting in the back seat, Shinji said nothing. His hands
were still
holding on to the pistols and he was ready to shoot at the
slightest hint
of a setup.
He would follow her. He didn't say he was going to trust
her.
***
Misato stopped trying to talk the boy into dropping the guns
she was sure
were pointed at her back and concentrated mainly getting to
the cage. She
told herself she had at least accomplished her mission. She
had retrived
the pilot and gotten him back safely into NERV. Trouble now
is she was
getting lost. Hey, she was new to NERV!
They traveled mainly in silence. Shinji always standing
behind her,
keeping her well in his sights but staying out of hers,
never making a
sound asides from the odd grunt or pained hiss as they
traveled down the
special vehicle transporter, through the LRT system that
gave quite a view
of the wonderous pyramidical structure that was NERV
headquarters.
Throughout all of this, Shinji stayed silent. Misato found
herself playing
tourguide just to fill the god awfull silence. She wished
she would say
something. She felt alone. She hated the silence.
Misato wondered what kind of boy Shinji was. Even with all
his bravado she
still thought of him as a boy. He was all of 14 years old
but they way he
behaved, it was as though he was a veteran who had fought in
over a hundred
wars. She was expecting an ordinary school boy, not the
hardened warrior
following her. She vowed to find out more about Shinji
Ikari. The boy
warrior.
Finally reaching the designated level, the elevator doors
opened to reveal
a blonde woman wearing a lab coat over a swim suit. Her eyes
widened in shock.
Misato knew she must look like a prisoner.
"Ritsuko, calm down! Its okay!" Misato was trying to assure
her friend the
when the blonde scientist pushed her aside. Misato turned
arroud to see an
unconcious Shinji slumped against the elevator, blood
staining the wall the
he leaned on.
***
Blood. A sea of blood.
Fire and ice.
Oblivion. Darkness.......then light.
When I opened my eyes again I was staring into a face I
didn't recognize.
A doctor was my first guess. She had short blonde hair and
wore a white coat.
I tried to get up but she gently held me down. "Shinji, lie
still, you're
badly hurt."
I decided to follow her advice. Felt too weak to want to do
anything but
lay down for a while anyway. I felt strange though, I turned
to see what it
was and gaped at the reason. There was a needle in my arm, a
needle that
was connected to a tube that was supplying me with blood.
The blood was
from Misato who lay on the ground near me.
"Misato?"
"Felling better Shinji?" She smiled at me.
I nodded. I did feel better. I was still weak but the
shakiness and the
shuddering was gone.
Why was she doing this?
<Boom!>
At the sound of a distant explosion my mind mind rushed back
to the
monster I had tried to outrun earlier. A gut feeling told me
that it was
near and getting closer. Time to leave.
I looked around some more and was puzzled by where I was. It
seemed to be
some sort of gigantic hanger or something. There was a smell
air. Smelled
like blood.
Then my eyes foccused on the Eva.
It first time I ever saw the Eva. It was an impressive sight
even if I
wasn't sure what I was looking at. To me it looked like a
giant robot
submereged up to its neck in red blood. I couldn't really
describe the
thing in any justice. Suffice it to say that I thought it
was big, mean and
ugly in the right kind of way. Monsterous. But it was a
monster under
control. Or so I thought.
I was still staring at it when someone called my name.
"Shinji."
I looked up and high above us all, behind a glass wall, was
the director
of NERV. My father, the bastard Ikari Gendo.
I wanted to shoot him. But someone took away my guns.
***
"Shinji, I want you to pilot the Eva."
There is a moment of silence. Then it is gently broken by a
soft sound
escaping from Shinji's lips. He holds his hand to his mouth
to try keeping
it in but it doesn't work. Soon the sound grows louder,
shaking the boy's
shoulder as he tries to keep it in. Two hands meet at his
mouth but now he
was trembling so badly and the sound has become so loud
there was no
mistaking it.
It was laughter.
"Hi dad! How have you been? Me? Oh, I'm fine thanks for
asking!" Shinji
smiled a sickly sweet smile from where he lay. His voice
surprisingly
powerful. "Oh and by the way....ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR $#@#%@
MIND!!!"
"If you will not pilot the Eva then I have no use for you.
Leave." Gendo
retorted in his patentedly calm voice. Not showing any signs
of emotion. It
was merely a simple statement for him.
Shinji stared at his father briefly, then go up. Ignoring
Ritsuko he
ripped out his IV needle, thanked both Misato and Ritsuko,
then he walked
away.
"Gendo! We need the boy!" Futsuyuki screamed from besides
Gendo. The white
haired man was a sub-commander, that meant he was merely an
assitant to
Gendo and could be slapped with insubordination charges but
that wasn't the
concern of the sub-commander then. Gendo's actions were.
"There is still Rei." Gendo replied, again in his icy calm
voice.
"She's injured!"
"She will do."
***
"Shinji wait!" Misato ran after the boy.
I didn't have to slow down for Misato to catch up to me.
Even after being
patched up by a doctor I still felt woozy. "What is it
Misato?"
"You can't just leave!"
"Why not?"
"Because humanity is counting on you!"
I was about to say something very rude about humanity when
the doors
opened and a girl who was in even worse shape than me, was
wheeled in.
She was an albino. Her pale skin and nearlt translucent hair
made it
clear. She was dressed in some sort of body suit. Her arm
looked broken and
there seemed to be a bandage on her side as well. Her one
eye that wasn't
patched under medical gauze stared at me as the gunnery she
laid on passed
by.
I should get my head examined. For one brief, insane moment.
I wanted to
shout out that I would take her place. Yell at the top of my
lungs that I
would pilot a giant robot and risk my life for the girl. I
squashed that
thought before I did anything stupid. Heroes don't get
anything but killed.
So I stood there. Frozen. In equal parts disgust and pity.
At what and
who, I wasn't sure.
<BOOM!!!>
The next hit was very close and very strong. I almost went
down but
managed to avoid falling, barely. The steel girders overhead
were another
story. I could see tons of steel had been shaken loose and
were falling
down towards the girl. She had fallen off the gunnery and
was unmoving.
I didn't know why I did what I did but I acted without any
hestation (or
thought) and dived for the girl.
Adrenaline can do wonders for anybody. I had somehow managed
to clear the
space between us befrore the first steel girder could hit
us, but by the
time I had scooped the girl into my arms it was raining
steel by the time I
got to her.
I'm not sure just how I managed not to get killed. With tons
of metal
falling arround us, it was all I could do to dance among
them. Carrying a
girl, no matter how light and slender, didn't help me any.
I had half believed I was going to survive it when something
fell on me.
Hard. Taking me and the girl down.
I screamed, tough guy reputation be damned.
When the haze of pain had diminished a bit I was pleasantly
surprised to
see that I was still breathing and more or less in one
piece. The girl was
under me and despite the pain she was probably in from the
joslting wounds
and my body crushing her, she didn't complain or cry. Good
for her. Me, I
was about to burst into tears.
My left arm was broken by a falling girder. I was able to
slide it out
because the break. It was disgusting. I mean, I knew an arm
just shouldn't
be able to bend like that!
There I was, down on my ass craddling a broken arm when the
doctor and
Misato comes rushing. This time there was a guy I didn"t
recognize with
them. Same dude that was standing near my father.
"How is the pilot?" The man asked.
"She has a concusion, she won't be able to pilot or even
synch for at
least a few days." The doc checked the girl over. She didn't
seem to be too
worried. At least not over the girl. Then she looked at me.
"Shinji, you'll have to pilot the Eva."
"No!" I was sick and tired of the way things were going. All
I wanted to
do was find a nice quite hole to hide in for a few months.
"Shinji, if you don't pilot the Eva then we'll all die!"
Misato screamed.
"Too bad!" I wasn't going anywhere anymore. Not with these
people.
"Um....Ikari-kun..." The man handed me a check.
"Look! I wouldn't pilot the damn thing for.....!" Whoa!
There were a lot
zeros on the check.
I looked up at three anxious faces. "You guys are serious
aren't you?"
Nod. Nod. Nod.
I whistled. Hey, money talks. If they were willing to
accomodate me then I
guess I could accomodate them. I smiled.
"Cash."
"What?"
"Cash. Give me this in cash and you've got your pilot."
***
That was basically how they managed to convince me to pilot
the thing.
Thankfully the good doctor was kind enough to give me a shot
of
painkillers and some stimulants. Normally I wouldn't be so
receptive to
chemical help but I decided that today I would make an
exception.
So this is the thing I'm supposed to fight. Heh, looked
bigger the last
time.
Shnji glared quietly at the monster. Then he screamed.
"DIE!!!"
Two monsters charged at each other as the human race
trembled....and waited
end.
Author's Notes :
Hoped you enjoyed this. As to those who complain that Shinji
is not at all
the passive, constanly neurotic, angst filled, spineless,
wimp of a boy and
out of character....HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF CHARACTER!!!
Silly Author insert
"Wha..wha..but...that...I mean..." Kingkiller sputter
ineffectively. The
very picture of stunned idiocy.
"Why is Shinji acting like a hardass instead of the champion
you wanted
him to be?" Lynch tried to will the source of the pain in
his head to go
away. He opened his eyes and saw Kingkiller still standing
there. It didn't
work.
"Uh, yeah!"
"Kingkiller, you added spine."
"Right!"
"You added guts"
"Uh-huh!"
"You also added the heart of a fighter."
"You bet!"
"But did you remember to defrost the heart first?"
"Um...............no........"
"So basically you've just stuck a stone cold bastard into
the universe!" A
handy newspaper was transformed to fulfil a temporar duty
as weapon of
punishment.
<WAP!> <WAP!> <WAP!>
End.