NOTE: Evangelion is the property of Gainax (thank you, you wonderful people).
ADV Films has the rights to the English translation. Thus, I am only borrowing the
characters to write a story for entertainment, thus it is non-profit.
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What was to become of him. He had no idea, as he sat in the darkened room. The door was locked, no matter how many times he tried to break it open. The door wouldn't budge.
He could hear her screams, comming from somewhere down the hall. He had no idea what they where doing to her. Images found their way into his mind. He forced them away. Her screams became louder, covering his ears couldn't block out the sound.Suddenly the screams, the crys for help stopped. Was she dead, had they finally killed her, he thought.
Foot steps echoed down the hall, and they where comming closer. He could make out the sound of something or someone being dragged. He could hear the key in the lock begin to turn. He froze not knowing if they were now comming for him,The door opened, They slug her body in, as if it was just a bag of rubbish. they locked the door again before heading away.
He looked at the limp body, before him. Not knowing if any life remained in it. He heard a faint noise, a wince of pain. He saw her trying with all the strength that was left in her body, to sit up. He quickly moved over, using his own body to prop her up. She turned and looked him in the eyes.
Blood and dirt covered her face. Her hair used to be shiny flamming red. Was now dull, matted and covered in sweat. He could feel that she was cold. He pulled the blanket that was nearby, and wrapped it around her delicate frame. Pulling her close. He felt himself trying to put the life back into her. He was helping her in the fight to stay alive. Alive, but for how long, was the question.
ADV Films has the rights to the English translation. Thus, I am only borrowing the
characters to write a story for entertainment, thus it is non-profit.
**************************************************************************************
What was to become of him. He had no idea, as he sat in the darkened room. The door was locked, no matter how many times he tried to break it open. The door wouldn't budge.
He could hear her screams, comming from somewhere down the hall. He had no idea what they where doing to her. Images found their way into his mind. He forced them away. Her screams became louder, covering his ears couldn't block out the sound.Suddenly the screams, the crys for help stopped. Was she dead, had they finally killed her, he thought.
Foot steps echoed down the hall, and they where comming closer. He could make out the sound of something or someone being dragged. He could hear the key in the lock begin to turn. He froze not knowing if they were now comming for him,The door opened, They slug her body in, as if it was just a bag of rubbish. they locked the door again before heading away.
He looked at the limp body, before him. Not knowing if any life remained in it. He heard a faint noise, a wince of pain. He saw her trying with all the strength that was left in her body, to sit up. He quickly moved over, using his own body to prop her up. She turned and looked him in the eyes.
Blood and dirt covered her face. Her hair used to be shiny flamming red. Was now dull, matted and covered in sweat. He could feel that she was cold. He pulled the blanket that was nearby, and wrapped it around her delicate frame. Pulling her close. He felt himself trying to put the life back into her. He was helping her in the fight to stay alive. Alive, but for how long, was the question.