I have a few ideas for this story, not to sure where it's going though. I hope that I won't just give up on this, and also to try and start up my unfinished stories. I hope you like this prologue chapter. Also sorry it's not longer, I planed on making it longer but this seemed like a good for a cliffhanger.

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The Immortal

Prologue

Evangelion Unit 01, held by the mass produced Lances of Longinous stared blankly at the massive head of Rei, former pilot of Evangelion Unit 00. Rei, not Lilith-Rei, stared blankly back, neither moved or showed any sign that they were going to, even though moving wasn't an option for Evangelion Unit 01, it shown no sigh of struggle.

Inside the cockpit of the Evangelion someone was moving, if very little. Shinji was, for the most part, ready to do his part, to reshape the world to one of happiness, joy, laughter, love, happy families and all other good things that Shinji has ever wanted but for the past few hours nothing had happened and a feeling of disappointment had crept in. And he had a feeling that it would turn into something terrible. And he was right...

"Shinji..."

"Rei? Rei what's tacking so long?"

"There has been an unforeseen complication..."

"Complication? What kind of complication?"

"I do not know... But is has begun to reverse the instrumentality project..."

"What can be done to stop it?"

"..."

"Rei? What's wrong? Can we not do something about it?"

"I am sorry Shinji but there is no time..."

"No time?! There has to be something we can"

"Five..."

"Five? Five what?"

"Four..."

"Four What!? Hours? Weeks?"

"Three..."

"No! Rei try to hold it off longer!"

"Two..."

"Rei..."

"One... Goodbye Shinji... Thank you for everything you done for me..."

"Rei... it can't end like this..."

Everything goes dark and soundless, Shinji passes out.

200 Years Later...

Rapidly moving foot steps echo through the rubble ruins that was once Tokyo Three. One set of foot steps belonged to a young woman, no more then twenty years of age, the other foot steps belonged to a group of men. It was quite obvious to anyone watching what these men's intentions were. They looked feral, dirty, hungry, thirsty, and starved for something other then food. Humans broken by a desolate, unforgiving world.

The young woman dodges and weaves through the crumbling city, avoiding objects like she has done this sort of thing many times, and she has, more time then she can remember but it's the risk she takes whenever she ventures out of the enclave, one of few remaining human settlements that have law and order.

This time though the young woman was not as lucky as she normally is. Her perusers know the destroyed city far better then she does and can move faster. They are predators and are used to the chase more then others that have chased this woman. They catch up and close in a few blocks away from the Enclave, the woman jumps over some fallen debris only to have your leg caught by one of the men, which caused her to topple over and the men circled her. The woman quickly stands up and looked at them defiantly, if they wanted her so badly, then they would have to fight for it in her eyes. She knew it was a losing battle but she was never one to just sit back and let things happen.

Though feral these men are still human and the use of tools, and the use of wearing clothes, was not lost to them. Each drew a knife or piece of metal with a serrated edge. Before the woman can react one of the men behind her jumps forward and restrains her hands. She struggles but doesn't have the strength to break free as another man walked towards her and starts to cut up her suit. This all ends abruptly though as a shot is heard followed by one of the men dropping dead.

A man, roughly six foot tall, wearing all black, long coat, boots, gloves sunglasses etc, all of which looked well maintained, stood a few yards away, his gun aimed directly where the now dead man is laying. All but one of the feral men advance in the lone man and charged. Every attack they did was evaded with ease and each was killed with a single blow and fell at his feet. The last one scared of what he saw should have ran but people, even feral ones, do stupid things out of fear. He charged at the man in black that was walking towards him and in swift motion stuck his knife in the darkly shaded man's head, up through the jaw. The feral man would have walked back to his prize had the man in black not grabbed his shirt. The feral man struggles, punched and kicked in an effort to break free. The man's struggles ended and a long blade pierces his abdomen and goes all the way through his back. He then slides of the blade... dead.

The man takes the knife out his head and dropped it to the ground, the wound quickly healed and doesn't even leave a mark. This is followed by a scream from the woman, that looks even more terrified of him the she did of the feral men. Only now did he have a good look at the woman, and one thing came to mind.

"Asuka?"

End of Prologue

The Immortal, a little about him will help you understand some things. Think of him as the True immortal from Underworld, only not as old or strong or has the ability to evolve if bitten by an animal. He is strong, from age and due to immortals being stronger then humans anyway. Quick, almost un-killable and a photogenic mind. And of course really fast healing factor.

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