Chapter 4: A New Home
When Misato and Shinji reached the apartment, neither one said anything. She got out and took a look around. The nearest house was about a mile or so away that she could see in the dusk lighting. Surrounding the house was a grass field that was drying up. Noticing him walking up to the lone building, she followed. The house was different from a normal one for it rested on a solid level block of concrete that was about the height of an apartment. Above it was the actual apartment with stairs on its side.
Both went up the stairs toward the entrance patio. Turning the corner, they reached the front door. Unnoticed to them, a junkie was sitting in a shadowed corner of the patio. Noticing them, he got up and walked towards them having a keen eye on the adult female.
"Your stuff should be in there already," Misato stated.
Shinji just nodded facing her. Misato then saw Shinji eyes look right and she looked behind him. Turning around, both saw a man walking towards them. The man stopped to look at the kid but returned his stare at Misato. A cold shiver down her spine but didn't show it.
"May I inquire what your business here is sir?" Shinji asked. The man pulled out a switchblade which came out with a metal shink sound.
"I will take the woman unless you want to get hurt kid," the junkie stated.
He tried to scare the boy by taunting him but nothing came out of the boy as he stared at him. Misato was wondering if the Third Child had this situation before. He wasn't showing fear or backing away. She reached behind her and put her hand on her firearm.
"I do not wish to harm you but if your actions go any further, I will not give you mercy," Shinji responded in his calm tone.
Laughing a little, the junkie tried to backhand the boy away. Shinji grabbed the man's right wrist and rotated the arm to have the palm facing up. With one swift motion, he harshly pulled the man's arm down onto his shoulder while pulling the forearm back. The end result was a loud sickening crack with the release of the switchblade. The man fell to his knees crying in pain as he held his dislocated elbow. Shinji grabbed the knife in mid-air, closed it and put in his pocket.
"YOU-YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
The man leaped at the calm teenager. His demise was met again as the teen dodged his left fist and grabbed the sides of his head. Shinji threw the man's face to the wall of the apartment. A pop was heard and the man stumbled on his back thrashing from his nose breaking. The male pilot stood there staring as the man struggled to get up. Getting into a fighting stance, he attacked when the man was half-way up on his feet.
Swiping the man's feet, the junkie fell to the ground on his right. Standing up, Shinji lifted his left foot and murderously stomped into the left side of the man's face. The result ended in a dull crunch sound and more blood pouring out of the man's nose. Pulling the man back to his feet, the teen threw a right cross into the man's face. The junkie went backwards landing on his back a couple of feet away. His breathing became irregularly and hastily. Getting into a neutral stance, he looked back to see an impressed Captain. The fight scene only lasted about ten seconds. She blinked and looked at the boy.
"Excuse me," he said and she nodded a little. Shinji turned around and walked to the side of the fallen man. The man opened his eyes and just saw a blur but knew the boy was standing next to him.
"So what are you going to do now, kill me?" he chuckled.
"Yes," came the calm reply which left the man in horror.
"P-Please don't kill me! I-I have some…"
The man was cut off by Shinji lifting his right leg and shoving his foot into the man's throat. A large gurgle and gasp emitted from the junkie. Ikari added more pressure to his foot, moving it side to side like planting it in sand. Suddenly, a sickening crack was heard and the junkie stopped breathing. Getting off him, the boy slowly turned around with the same dead looking demeanor.
Misato still was fingering her service pistol in the holster behind her jacket nervously. Though thoroughly impressed, witnessing a beat down followed by killing someone without an emotion was a little disturbing. She watched as he walked to his apartment door. He entered the keycard and opened the door but stopped.
A wave of odor came rushing out of the apartment making Misato instantly gag and turn away. Shinji blinked from the odor and went in to find the source. In the apartment, Shinji saw four decomposing bodies in the hallway. All were women ranging in the ages of teenager to legal drinking age. Though the stench was horrible, he wasn't affected by it. Taking two bodies, he went back outside to the patio. Placing them next to the new corpse and went back to get the other two.
Misato was over the railing hoping nothing came out of her stomach. Nothing did and she turned to see Shinji bring out two decomposing females from the apartment. Instead of puking she just started to tremble violently. The stench was reaching where she was but knew it was multiple times worse inside the apartment. Misato looked at Shinji as he went back into the apartment; his shirt was getting blood on it and his face hadn't changed. She went toward the stairs and sat down trying to get a hold of herself and ponder how the boy could stomach it.
Shinji flicked the light switch on and saw that his apartment had too much red for his liking. There were splats of it all over the walls, ceiling, and floor. Walking toward the small kitchen area, he found blood coming from the oven and opened it.
'Oooo…somebody was making calamari!' a voice piped in enthusiastically.
The smell of burnt flesh and organs rushed into his nostrils but he just blinked the tears away when the scent hit him. Grabbing the burnt body inside, it was another female. Placing the body next to the growing pile of corpses, he went back inside.
A faint sound of running water was heard. Walking to the bathroom door, he saw blood coming out from below the door. He opened it and saw a bloodbath. The mirror, sink, and toilet were splattered with blood and a few innards in the sink and toilet. The walls and floor were just as bad. Turning his attention to the shower, the drapes had absorbed large amounts gore making the original color hard to tell. He moved the drapes over and looked down at another death scene.
Two bodies laid; one on top of the other. One was a male and the other was a female; both around the same age, late teens. Shinji looked at the position they were in. They were engaged in the act of intercourse when someone stopped them. He found two knifes in the back of the male. Lifting the male's head up, he found the female's head missing.
He heard water dripping from the shower head but it turned out to be blood instead. Looking up, there was the female's head with the shower head inserted in the neck. Dragging the couple out of the apartment, he did not feel any arousal or disgust from the scene. Once outside he placed the two corpses on the ground and went back for the head.
As he was getting the head, more blood was spitting out of it. The thick red liquid hit his shirt, pants and face but he just continued. Coming back outside, Shinji placed the head next to the two recent dead corpses. Looking at the objects sticking out, he pulled out the two machetes hearing the metal cut against flesh.
'Okay, Okay…I can do this, I can do this…' Misato thought trying to reassuring herself.
She recomposed herself and turned the corner. What she saw in front of her paled her to Rei's level. Standing before her were eight corpses which two were in the middle of something that made her stomach and intestines turn inside out. But, what made her blood run cold wasn't just Shinji covered with blood. It was when he turned to her with the same gloomy stare while holding two blood soaked machetes between his fingers. Her fears gave in and she darted down the stairs to her car heaving in fright.
"…"
He stared at the headlights vanishing from the road with tremendous speeds for a convertible on a dirt road. He blinked and put the machetes down. Not knowing what time it was, he started to clean.
For four hours he managed to bury the bodies away from the house. He managed to clean up most of blood in the apartment and himself. The bathroom, the kitchen and the apartment floor were cleaned; however, the walls, ceiling and the bed remained heavily stained with red.
Out of cleaning liquid, he went back outside and looked for his stuff for finding no trace of them inside. Turning to his right, there were four boxes in the corner of the patio which were his. Walking over, he saw that they have been opened. Nothing was taken except the medicine bottles which lied on the ground empty. Shrugging his shoulders about being out of medicine tablets, he moved the boxes into his apartment and took out his sleeping bag. He remembered about the switchblade in his pocket and took it out.
Moving to the kitchen, he placed knife next to the machetes as well as some items from the junkie such as loose cash and other small items. He looked through his apartment one more time and saw a closet that blended with the wall. Tapping around it he heard.
*hollow…hollow…hollow…thud*
Looking at the place that was not hollow, he saw a blood spot. Feeling his eye twitch a little, he ignored it for another day. Taking off his cloths except his boxers and under shirt, the male pilot placed them in a separate bag to be cleaned some time later. He took out his S-DAT player and started back at track one from the two-hundred that was on the black tape. Rolling onto his side, sleep came in an instant.
== Track One ==
A heart beat played as the bass beat with a child running as the melody. Abstract sounds came and went to make the track sound fuller such as metal against metal, animal screeches, and a child's breathing. Voices in the back ground talked about endless possibilities of experimenting. Two of them stick out; two older gentlemen. At the end of their taking, everything became more frantic as the child started to hyperventilate and run faster. The abstract sounds started to sound faster and faster until a wall of disordered sound blared. The sounds started to quiet down and transition to a familiar little boy crying. It tried to call out to certain people but only giggles came back. Shouting to say away, something caught the body as he slowly started to painful screech. A small paused occurred followed by the child releasing a high pitch scream that could shatter glass…
== End of Track One==
With the ending of the track, Shinji's eyes shot open. For one minute he looked around frantically trying to figure his conscious from subconscious. Images and figures danced on the walls with great vitality making them surreal. Soon after, the visuals faded away and reality set its domain. Covered in sweat from his non-visual audible dream, he got up for breakfast. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to find only body parts as well as blood drips on the walls that froze in place.
"…"
Shinji went to his back pack and grabbed the last energy bar. Picking a plastic cup in a box, he drank water from the kitchen faucet. Once finished, he searched for his exercise cloths. Finding them, he got into a dark grey wind breaker and sport pants. Looking through the same box, he retrieved arm and leg weights. Putting the moderately heavy portable sand bags on, he went out the door. Staring at the sun rising over a mountain, he went down the stairs.
Seeing a pathway that went onward pass the home, it would be more inland than towards the city outskirts. Feeling that he would probably get lost going that way, Shinji started jogging toward the city when he skidded to a stop. The ground ahead of him started to deflate revealing a massive sinkhole. Looking down into it, multiple eerie presences looked up at him.
'Hehehe…best if you run my friend…unless you want your shots taken,' a voice with a slight German accent whispered into his ear with dark mirth.
Taking the voice for grant it, Shinji turned around and started jogging the other way deeper into the grassland area. The eerie presences from the sinkhole made odd shrieks then came out of it. Goosebumps littered the male pilot's body as they started galloping behind him. Taking a quick glance behind, he ran faster. Decaying monsters with large needles through their heads were bleeding everywhere as they gave chase.
Heaving for oxygen, Shinji was closing back to the apartment while scanning his surroundings constantly. He was able to avoid the eerie presences and seemed to have lost them somehow. Once he got closer, he sees a car parked in front and dark figures at the top of the stairs. Calming his pace to a walk, he walks to them.
While on his jog, two men came to Shinji's home. What they were carrying was a female high school student. She was tied up and mouth taped shut in the trunk of their car when they kidnapped her. On the patio, the one with black hair looks back at their capture.
"We caught a cute one haven't we?" he asks evilly.
The other with brown hair looks back at the female student crying from being kidnapped and fear of the two men. He smiles evilly.
"Yes…"
One tries the door, "…that's interesting."
"What's the hold up? I can't guarantee that I will hold myself with patience."
"The door is locked…and the key card doesn't work," said the other confused.
"Well then," said the black haired on who took out another key card and the door unlocked.
"She is in for a treat."
The one with brown hair chuckled and the girl feared the worst was yet to come. Both went in dragging the girl behind them. They stopped and looked at the place with perplexed expressions.
"Does the place look cleaner to you?" the black hair kidnapper asked.
The brown haired kidnapper was about to agree with his partner when he looked at the girl. He smiled, "I believe it still gives the desired effect."
The other looked at the horrified girl and smiled, "Let's move her for the operation."
The two men laughed at the struggling girl and put her on the blood stained bed. The female student was now crying her heart out feeling that no one would come and her end was near. She wanted to scream but couldn't, just sounds of moans. The two men started to drool over what they were going to do to the girl.
"May I inquire what you gentlemen are going to be doing with that madam?" A calm voice came from behind them.
Both men didn't realize that was a person behind them and answered the question. "What are we going to do my friend?"
"I believe some activities of carnal needs as well as doing an open operation will be just as exciting as the last one. Don't you think so my pretty?" the black haired man asked. The female started to tremble violently and started to become numb from shock when the voice brought her back to wakefulness.
"I am sorry gentlemen, but I do not accept those actions inside my inhabitance," the same calm voice replied.
Both men blinked and whipped around to see a boy about the same age as the girl. Both smiled in assuredness that nothing will happen to them.
"My, my, we have an audience. Who are you to tell us that this is your home?" the brown haired man told the boy.
"I am the current resident of this apartment building. Now, I must ask you gentlemen to leave," Shinji responded with an expressionless face and voice. For the first time in the two sadist's lives, they had a slight apprehension from a teenager.
"And what if we don't go? You going to kill us kid?" the black haired responded with a bit of sarcasm. Shinji didn't blink but stared at them.
"Yes."
Both men flinched from the calm response and dead eyes. To their amazement, it was their first boy they saw that had dark magenta eyes. After a slight pause, both started to laugh thinking the boy was joking. They turned around and looked at their prize with their backs toward the male teen.
"We don't believe you boy…now wait for your turn."
Both were about to get their hands on the girl and start to molest her when the male teen countered their actions. He walked silently between them, lifted his arms up, and hammered both men in the back of the neck.
The female student watch the two men drop like stones then looked at her savior. She saw his dark magenta eyes and felt lost in them from their exotic look. She then saw the boy grab a chair and placed it next to boxes. He came back and looked at her.
He bowed, "Excuse me Miss but I will just move you to the chair."
She nodded and Shinji lifted her up. The female student felt a slight blush come on as she was carried in her savior's arms feeling his soft yet toned body. Placing her on the chair, he began to untie the girl. She felt relieved for being free.
"Please press your lips together Miss." She nodded her head feeling at ease from the boy's calm voice.
"Ahh!" the girl expressed from the ripping of the tape. She rubbed her mouth and looked back at him.
"Is there anything you need Miss?"
The girl looked strangely at the male teenager, "Uhh…I don't think so…"
Shinji just nodded, "You may leave at any time you wish Miss…"
The girl stood up and bowed, "My name is Hikari Horaki."
"Hello Miss Horaki, I am Shinji Ikari," he said bowing.
'What is up with this guy…maybe he's a butler or something…' Kikari thought then looked at her watch. She sighed.
"So much for going to school. A-Anyway, thank you so much for saving me," she said with a deep bow. When she came up he just nodded and continued his emotionless stare.
'I wonder if he is related to Ayanami in some way…' she pondered looking at his eyes again.
"Is there something you needed before leaving Miss Horaki?"
Hikari blinked, "N-n-no…what are you going to do with those two?"
"May I ask who they are Miss Hokari? I have only arrived here yesterday."
'Only yesterday…wow,' she thought in surprise and how much luck she got today.
"I don't personally know them, but I believe they are two wanted men for their crimes over a couple of years. The government and the police haven't been able to catch them though. That's what I've heard from the news," she said sadly.
"I see…did they come by car Miss Hokari?"
Hikari cringed from the memory of being abducted suddenly to find out to be in a trunk. "Yes."
"Very well…" Shinji said as he searched the two unconscious bodies. He found the keys, "Please wait, I will be a minute Miss Hokari."
Hikari looked back confused, "Uhh…o-okay."
He grabbed one of the four boxes and went into the bathroom. Hikari looked around the room to see why the men thought the room was clean. The kitchen and floor were spotless but the walls and the bed were part of horror movie. She cringed at the thought of what would have happen if the room wasn't clean. Sound of running water was heard followed by changing of clothes. After minute or two passed, the water shut off and Shinji came out.
She looked and was flabbergasted from the sight. The boy came out wearing black slacks, white dress shirt, dark red tie, black sports coat, and black polished tanker boots. He put something in his outer coat pocket then put black patted gloves on. His coat wasn't buttoned and the red tie flowed freely.
"Miss Horaki, can you hold these for a minute?" he asked holding out two towels.
Hikari blinked out of her gaze and looked at them, "Wha…oh sure."
She watched as Shinji tied up the two men arms and legs together. He used the rope that was used on her as well as the extra that was on one of the men. Covering their mouths with tape that one man had, he blindfolded as well. Shinji turned around and saw she was staring at him.
"Miss Horaki?"
"Y-yes."
"Are you ready?"
'Ready for what? Don't tell me he's going to drive me to school…no, just play along and ask questions later,' she thought carefully feeling a sweat drop on the side of head.
"Yes."
"Very well, please lead the way to the vehicle outside."
She watched with a satisfied as the Third Child dragged the men out of the apartment. Both walked outside and found the car still parked outside. He opened the trunk and tossed the two bodies which made unconscious groan sounds. She smiled at the two men being tossed in the uncomfortable place and saw Shinji coming back towards her.
"The towels Miss Hikari."
She gave him the towels and followed him to the side of the car. It was a black 2001 911/996 Turbo Porsche. The interior was clean and looked new.
"Ikari…what are the towels for?"
Shinji put the large towels on the passenger seat and driver seat. He came out and held the door for her.
"Evidence," he simply stated.
She nodded in confusion and hid the blush from being a gentleman. He closed the door and got in the driver side. Both buckled up and Shinji started the engine listening to it roar to life. Hikari thought that he was going to peal out, but he did a comfortable speed on the dirt roar. The sun was coming out of the clouds as she watched.
"Miss Horaki, how much time do you have before your school starts?" He asked as he got out his sunglasses.
"Hmm…five minutes."
She watched as he put on dark grey driving sunglasses that concealed his eyes. As the dirt road came to an end, the sight of the school could be seen on the other side of the city.
"That's it there," she pointed. Shinji nodded and shifted his hands; one on the steering wheel and one on the manual shaft.
"Please hold on to something," Shinji responded calmly.
The wheels of the Porsche hit the asphalt and the car blasted off with screeches. People in their houses heard a roaring shockwave of an engine with screeching tires and looked at the speeding car go through the street evading cars but never slowing down. Hikari felt her nerves were on fire as Shinji drove faster and faster passing cars left and right through the streets of Neo Tokyo-3. She looked for some mad look from him but got nothing but a calm face. It didn't help her any as she watched things go by in fast blurs.
The car was pushed to its top speed of 300 kphs through the streets. However, there seemed to be a little extra horsepower in the vehicle. They reached a long stretch way which calmed her a little. She looked at the speedometer and gulped. The G-force was keeping her nicely placed in her seat. Hikari looked back at Shinji who seemed not to be affected by the G-forces at all. Turning back to the front, the school was a lot closer than a minute ago.
'WHAT! It's only been a minute!' She looked at her watch, then at him, then again back at the school.
'I wonder how he learned to drive like that. He isn't totally reckless as I see people on TV and on the road. I wonder if he was a butler to a crazy driving family...maybe just insane in general.'
Some tens of seconds later, Shinji slowed the car down to the respected speed limit and turned into the visitor parking lot. This of course drew students to the windows to see a sleek black Porsche pull in. Gossip went around like bees around flowers. Then all went silent as the driver got out and went to the other side to open the passenger door. Gossip shot through the roof as a Class Representative from one class got out.
Hikari came out feeling relatively fine. Despite shaking a little, she felt an adrenaline rush from the whole thing.
"Is there anything you need Miss Horaki?" Shinji asked.
Hikari stared at him who took off the sunglasses and was now staring at his dark magenta eyes again. Romance started to occupy her thoughts, but the gloomy look in his eyes shot the idea down. Shaking her head, she bowed.
"Thank you again for saving me and for driving me to school Ikari, but may I ask something?"
He just blinked which Hikari felt that was his way of giving her his attention…though odd as it was. "Please don't do that again."
Shinji bowed slightly, "Very well."
The warning bell went off which Hikari felt relieved that she wasn't late. But it wouldn't have mattered if she was late or came at all today after what she went through this morning.
"I must be going, thank you again for earlier."
Shinji bowed, "Then until we meet again Miss Horaki, good day."
Hikari nodded and she turned around walking back to her home class. Shinji made his way to the driver side and drove off to the police station while obeying the traffic laws and speed limits. He knew he didn't have a license nor cared. He wasn't planning on keeping the car anyway. When Hikari got into her class, she was bombarded with questions. Nearly everyone in class asked about who the man in black was. She sighed in relief when the teacher came making the students head back to their seats. After doing the morning greeting and telling everyone to sit down, she pondered.
'I wonder if I'll see him again…probably not.'