"Well this sucks, no phone signal. How am I meant to call Misato?" The irate voice of a young 14 year old boy muttered. Shinji had been made to go to Tokyo 3 by his uncle, all it had taken was a little push. That push was a letter from his father. The same father that had abandoned him when he was only four, sure his uncle had never liked him, he had told Shinji that he was a freak who no one wanted, but to throw a minor out because he had a mutation was despicable.
Turning to examine his surroundings Shinji noticed a blue haired girl looking at him. 'So cute!' He thought to himself. A flock of pigeons disturbed his thoughts and when he looked back to where she had been standing no one was there.
Hearing a persistent humming from above him, Shinji turned his gaze upwards, to what he had first believed was a clear sky. He was quickly provved wrong. Army VTOLs were flying in attack formation toward a giant, one of His giants.
His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. "Shinji Ikari? I'm Misato Katsuragi. Nice to make your acquaintance."
"Same here. Just out of curiosity, why are you so late? I mean you said that you would pick me up 10 minutes ago... And this is a battle field. Also what is that thing smashing up the city?"
"We call that an Angel. And sorry I was late." Misato was quite angry that the boy had scolded her for being late. Looking out of the corner of her eye to observe the boy she noticed a glove on his right forearm. "Why do you have that glove?"
"It was a gift from Him."
"Him?"
"The one who slays Angels, being born with a hand of God was not acceptable. If my uncle had been smarter he would have tried to sell me." removing his glove Shinji showed his arm to Misato who grimaced at what appeared to be a cross burnt into his hand. "The cross does that to everybody. A mark of favour from God is rarely seen these days."
"I think we should leave, that Angel is getting closer. And we need to get to Nerv"
Getting in to the blue Renault they hasty left for Nerv.
-Nerv Eva cages-
After being met by a swimsuit wearing doctor Shinji and Misato had finally made it to their destination.
"Shinji. This humanity's last bastion of hope.
This is the artificial God Evangelion!"
"Shinji you will be the pilot." An oddly familiar voice called out. A voice that had sinned.
"Father, may your soul be cleansed. First Gate of Heaven, Blade of Cleansing!" Springing into the sky Shinji's right hand started glowing a pure white. Thrusting his hand forward he made contact with his father's body... and cut straight through him. As soon as he landed the bullets started.
A/N This is my first story, I hope it isn't too bad. I'm still trying to find a comfortable amount to write per chapter.