Becoming the Beast Within.
By SinClaire
Chapter One
Loneliness. That's what every human's fear is. That and the unknown. What is out there? No one knows. Could be good. Could be bad. Perhaps even a little bit of both. However, overall all, it's the loneliness that gets the human mind on the edge of oblivion.
The Streets of Tokyo-3
"Rain. I am beginning to hate the rain." grumble Shinji under his breath. The last battle took its final toll on the small frame of the so called Third Child. Not only did he finish off the angel that infected the newly acquired Unit 03 from America, the meek boy had slain one of his best friends from school.
"Damn it Touji. Why didn't you tell me? Were we not friends?" cried Shinji. The boy's mind raced constantly with flashbacks of the tragic event.
"Can I not have some small piece of happiness in my life?" Shinji looked to the sky for an answer. If there was someone listening, the responded with heavier rainfall.
"Even God thinks that I am not worthy of that."
Shinji continues to jog down the streets until he discovers an underpass, the only source of shelter from the harsh elements.
"Great, not I am stuck here until the rain stops. Figures." Shinji grew depressed by the minute.
Shinji then notices a barrel drum with a small fire inside and a large shovel next to the drum. Assuming that he is not alone, he calls out to the shadows.
"Hello? Is any one here?"
After a long pause, Shinji hears nothing. He see nothing that would indicate that someone else was here with him. Save for the drum. Uncomfortable here, he quickly apologizes to the shadows for his intrusion.
"I am sorry for intruding in your space. I will be leaving now."
As Shinji turns to head back out into the heavy rain, a voice calls out to him.
"Its ok child. You can stay for a while. Come, warm yourself by the fire." says a tall man that appears to be wearing a priest robe.
Shocked that someone appear out of nowhere. Shinji yelped in surprise.
"Sorry sir. I didn't see you here." The boy squinted to get a better look at the man.
"No need to apologize my son. My name is Father Augustus Rossellini. You may call me Father Augustus." The priest bows his head.
Shinji bows his head as well. "Pleasure to meet you Father." "You seem to be troubled my son, pray tell, what is bothering you." said the priest
"How do you know I am troubled?" said Shinji
"Your discouraged expression is unmistakable upon your face."
"Oh,..I…I wish not to talk about it." Shinji said quietly.
"Are you sure? You may feel a bit better after talking about it. Come sit down with me." smiled the priest as he pointed to the area next to him.
After the priest spoke, Shinji felt a wave of reassurance. He felt rather comfortable in the company of the tall priest.
"Oh, ok"
"Good, not tell me everything. Start from the beginning."
The boy spent over the next two hours relaying his entire story of his mother's death to this father's betray. From his first time piloting the Evangelion to the murder of this friend. After finishing telling his story, Shinji was surprised how the young priest took it. A normal person would have been disgusted with his very presence . The priest just sat there and listened. Not judging. Just listened. It amazed Shinji that he was actually being listened to. His father never listened to him. His roommates never listened to him. Always wanting him to do what they want. Never respecting him as a person, rather than to just use him as a tool for their gain.
"Hmmm I see. Appears that no one respected you at all. They are heartless for relying on a poor boy for all their problems in the world. Perhaps these "Angels" as you put them are punishment from God." stated the priest.
"Exactly, but if it is their punishment. I would have saved them from it. I am just as bad as they are. There are times that I believe that we would not even be on this planet."
"So you have given up on humanity as a whole?" asked the priest?
"Yes! I..mean…no….I mean….I don't know." Shinji stared down at his feet with his face in his hands
"Look deep into yourself and ask yourself that question." The priest got up on his feet and walked to the drum.
After a few minutes, Shinji found his answer.
"Yes." Shinji looked up to see the Priest with a shovel in his hand getting ready to swing.
"Good."
As Shinji was slipping into nothing, he heard a sinister laugh and a hot breath on his neck.
"Welcome to the Sabbat kid."
The last thing that Shinji felt was the wave of pleasure of the dark kiss and the essence of his whole being getting sucked out of him.
TBC