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Shattered: an Evangelion fanfiction

It is an overcast night and the skies look as if they might open up and poor down at a moment's notice. A young boy around the age of 14 or 15 is seen rushing through the deserted streets with a frantic air about him. His breath is ragged and his silver hair is matted to his face with sweat and blood. His deep crimson eyes show a lifetime of unimaginable pain and sadness. As he stops to rest in the relative safety of a dark and secluded alleyway, he clutches his side and a feels warm liquid seeping through his clothing, coating his fingers. He brings his hand up to the light to confirm what coats his hand. He winces in pain as he applies more and more pressure to the wound in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing out of it. His pain soon intensifies to a point where even the most stubborn of human beings would cry out in pain. The boy has every wish to do just that but that would alert his pursuers, and he cannot have that. He bites down on his lip to stifle and scream and find his mouth filled with a coppery tasting substance that hints that his wounds are even worse than they appear. He wishes that he had somewhere to go, someone to turn to, but alas, the entire city is deserted and even if it were not his shattered memories would not allow him find anyone he may have known to help him. Soon he hears movement outside the alley, and attempts to wrap himself in the shadows of the far corner of the alley.

The sounds of movement slowly fade away from the boy and he feels safe for the moment, but he knows that his pursuers are relentless and will soon find him no matter how well he hides. As he draws even further into the shadows that now offer his only form of protection, he tries to remember what exactly caused his life to become such a constant fight for survival against insurmountable odds. His only memories come is brief flashes and do nothing to help the boy remember what brought about such a horrid life for him.

He can remember a man with a cold expression on his face and mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes. This man's frigid glare causes a chill to caress his spine and he cannot help but shudder. He feels like he should know who this man is but he cannot recall his name or even how he knows the man. Although he does feel like this man is somewhat close to him, the image causes a great hatred to swell up within him. It is as if he hates and loves the man at the same time. The image fades moments after it had begun and is soon replaced by another image.

This new image is of a woman with short brown hair and a caring expression adorning her face. He feels a great need to see more of this image and, even if his memories were not coming as little more than randomized flashes, he fully believes he would not remember much about this woman. His mind doesn't quite know how to comprehend the feelings that accompany this image. He feels a sense of safety and love, a feeling he has not experienced much in his life, and yet the image stirs up a great sense of loss within him. He reluctantly pushes the image out of his mind to spare himself the trouble of dealing with these newly acquired feelings. The image is replaced by yet another new face.

This image is of a young girl around his age with short blue hair and red eyes, much like his own. She reminds him of the last image he saw in some way but he cannot quite pace how. Her face is emotionless but not cold like the man he saw, but simply devoid of all emotion. The image shifts to another of the same girl. This time she has a slight smile on her face but looks like she had just been through hell. He doesn't now how but he knows that smile on her lips if for him. He feels a slight bit of happiness begin to creep into his mind and cannot help but smile, albeit slightly, to himself. He feels a bit disappointed when the image fades only to be replaced by another of the same girl. This time he is shocked to see the same girl yet again but now she is dyeing in his arms, her body riddled with bullet wounds and her blood staining his shirt. He knows that her death was to protect him. He feels a tear coming to his eyes and absently wipes it away. He pushes away this image in hopes to find something happier somewhere in the recesses of his mind.



The next image he sees is another girl around his age with fiery red hair and sky-blue eyes. At this image the boy cannot help but feel conflicted. He knows that she is like him in a way but much different. He does not know how he knows but he knows this girl hates him. He does not quite understand why she would hate him but his heart tells him she does. The image fades only to be replaced with another of the same girl. The boy's heart grows heavy as he sees her, much like the previous girl, on her deathbed. Her hair becoming even redder as the blood from the hole in the back of her head seeps out. His sadness begins to build with this image and he begins to question if knowing about his past is really going to help him enough to be worth all of these horrifying images. He tries to make up his mind if he should continue this search through his mind or simply stop there.

His conflict is decided for him as his shoulder explodes into pain as a bullet grazes it. It seems his tormenters have found him again. His memories shattered yet again, the boy prepares to run for his life. A single tear rolls down the boy's cheek, it's meaning already forgotten, and the chase begins anew.

Author's notes: this is my first attempt at a fanfiction so please don't flame me but C&C will be accepted at Matt9878@aol.com. That is all. Ja ne.