(Author's Note: I do not own Evangelion, nor the characters. If I did, I'd be rich.)
He heard the soft crashing of waves on the sandy beach. The pattern was smooth and rhythmic like a slow jazz ballad. He inhaled the scent of blood. Death; this world smelled of death. As he opened his eyes, the world's sky was tinted red. Death; this world glowed with death. The moon hung low in the sky, glowing from the light of the setting sun. A red ribbon slashed across the sky from horizon to horizon.
From the south, across the sea, an enormous head lay severed from its unseen body, as if someone had decapitated a giant. Its pale skin and hair reflected the dying light of the sun. The head had the face of a young girl; a sly, twisted smile remained on her lips while her glazed eyes stared back at him.
He turned to his left where the body of another girl lay next to him. This was a normal girl of his age. Her flaming red hair disheveled from the crashing of the waves. The color of her jumpsuit blended with the rest of the sky, the water, and her hair. Bandages grasped her right arm from shoulder to fingers as well as over her left eye. Her right eye blinked slowly as her mind tries to process what has happened. She could have been an angel, but the sight of her bandages made her a cripple.
A mixture of feelings rushes to the boy. He sits up, looks down at the girl, and is confused about how he should feel. He loves her, he always has. Ever since the first time they were together, he loved her. He hates her, he always has. Ever since the first time they were together, she always belittled and abused him. He climbs on top, straddling her, as he breaks down and cries. He does not know how to feel; he thought he lost her before they ended up here. Slowly he lowers his hands to her neck and begins to squeeze. Her right eye continues to stare up at him, peering into his deepest thoughts and reading them like pages from a book. He squints his eyes, pushing back the tears, and tightens his grip on her throat. It will all be over soon, he tells himself as he lets a few whimpers escape his mouth.
Suddenly, the girl seems to regain some of her strength. She lifts her bandaged right arm and softly caresses the boy's cheek. His eyes fly open and stare right back at her one. As her arm falls, he loosens his grip. He collapses onto her chest, sobbing uncontrollably now, letting his tears fall onto her breasts and down her red jumpsuit. Hatred, he hates himself, he hates this world, he hates this girl whom he loves more than anything. He continues to cry, sobbing and whimpering, as she continues to lie there in silence.
Her eyes fall down on to her chest where she sees this young boy who just tried to kill her again.
"How disgusting…" she whispers.
(Author's Note: This is what truly inspired me to start this story. Even though it is essentially the final scene from The End of Evangelion, the words are my own. After I wrote this, I became depressed for over 24 hours and nothing could get me out of it. It is the most sick and disgusting thing I've written, but I still consider it the best 500 words.
Next Time: Shinji awakens from that world and starts his day. Does it follow him through his life? Saturday on NGE: InEVA - A New Day, A New Mystery)