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Shattered: an Evangelion fanfiction Chapter 3

The hunt continues. The boy's wounds are now fully healed and his pace has quickened. His pursuers are now having trouble keeping up with him, but are still not far behind. He weaves through the dense foliage with a practiced ease obtained by days of non-stop movement trough the woods. He now finds himself nearing the edge of the forest. He briefly considers doubling back on himself to confuse his pursuers but quickly decides against it. 'Too risky'. He cannot take chances now; they are to close. Instead he continues to run, not looking back, not even looking forward, he simply runs. His lungs are beginning to burn now and his body is finally showing signs of the overbearing stress being put on it by days of non-stop running.

The boy's vision begins to blur as he nears the edge of the forest. For the last few days, the sun has only shown itself slightly through the thick entanglement of branches and leaves above him. Only now does he realize that this has made his eyes very adapt to the dark, thus making him put forth great effort to adapt to the now blinding sunlight. He continues running even as his eyes adjust but without his vision he has a hard time keeping his balance. He manages to avoid many of the lesser obstacles in his path through sheer luck, but his lack of sight eventually causes him to trip over an errant tree root at the edge of the forest. 'Shit!' he says to himself as his body goes down hard. His head snaps back as his body slams into the ground at full speed. His vision blurs further before he falls into unconsciousness.

The boy's assailants are not far now and he struggles to awaken from his unwanted nap. He is too open as he is now; if they reach him before he awakes there is no hope of survival. His mind races as he tries to find a solution to the problem at hand. His ears begin to pick up faint noises around his incapacitated form. His eyes crack open slowly and he tries to lift himself off the ground. He hears voices now; they are close; too close. They will be upon him any moment. His mind races faster as he tries harder and harder to pick himself off the ground, to put any amount of distance between himself and his pursuers.

Exhausted the boy collapses back down on to his back, only having made it as far as a nearby tree before his severely depleted reserves finally gave out. He smiles ruefully, 'So this is how it ends,' he thinks to himself. At least he put up a valiant effort. They are too close now; they should have already opened fire. 'What's going on?' he thinks to himself. The boy slowly lifts his head to look at his assailants. 6 men, each heavily armed. 'Great' the boy thinks to himself, 'as if I needed the odds anymore against me.' The leader has a smug smile on his face as he walks cautiously up to the boy, not taking any chances.

"So," the lead assassin says arrogantly as he moves ever closer, "looks like we finally got you, doesn't it?"

"I must admit you gave us quite a run there for a while," he continues, after receiving no reply, "but now the game is up."

The assassin takes a few wary steps away from the boy and then levels his pistol at the boy's head. The boy has no wish to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him squirm before his death so he sits perfectly still, awaiting the end.

"Your no fun," the assassin pouts, still smiling, "Aren't you at least gonna beg for mercy?" Hearing no response from the boy he simply shrugs and carefully takes aim with his piston. "Well, nice knowin' ya kid," the assassin says before pulling the trigger.

The boy's eyes clench shut as he hears the gun go off. His body tenses in preparation for his own demise. After several moments of silence, not felling the pain of his body being pierced by lead, the boy slowly opens his eyes. He gasps at the sight of an orange hexagonal field about a foot in front of him. Apparently the assassins are as stunned as he is by this development as they all simply stand and watch him with unmoving eyes. The lead assassin's face quickly changes from awe to anger and he levels the gun on the boy once more and sends a full volley of bullets through the air. The boy tenses again as the gun goes off but he relaxes as the bullets reflect harmlessly of the field in front of him.

Suddenly the boy feels his body begin to lift itself up off the ground. He tries to take control of his body but is unable to do so. He feels himself being pushed out of his own mind, his body being controlled by another. Soon he loses all senses and slips away, moving into the recesses of his own mind.

The assassins are taken by total surprise as the boy's form surges into motion, running directly at the one who dared shoot at him. The lead assassin barely has time to think before he is suddenly sent flying across the clearing, impacting a tree with a dull thud. The boy walks slowly at the fallen assassin, his comrades to stunned and afraid to even draw their weapons, let alone fire them.

A feral grin grows on the boy's face as he nears his prey. The assassin groggily gets to his feet; an expression of pure hatred on his face. This causes the boys grin to spread further as he draws ever closer to the man that dared attack him. The assassin franticly looks around for his fallen firearm as the boy draws closer still, advancing at an overly slow pace, his grin becoming wider with each step. The assassin finally locates his weapon and quickly points it at the boys slowly advancing form. The second he pulls the trigger the boy blurs out of sight and is suddenly right in front of the assassin. For his part the assassin tries to block the oncoming assault but finds his arms simply batted away from him chest, badly broken. A look of utter terror flashes through his eyes before the boy's fist is driven into his skull up to the wrist. As the boy pulls his hand out of the bloodied remains of the man's face he turns to glare at the other men in the group that had been so hell-bent on his demise.

He blurs into motion again, moving at inhuman the speeds towards the stunned assassins. The one nearest the boy doesn't even have a chance to think before his body is all but broken in two as the boy's fist slams into his chest. There is a sickening crunch as the man's sternum caves in, killing him instantly. The others begin to draw their weapons but it is too late. The boy's form blurs yet again and another assassin screams out in pain as he finds his legs completely shattered by a single kick. His screaming is quickly cut short, replaced by the crack of his neck snapping. The last of the assassins quickly begin retreating at the sight of 3 of their comrades so effortlessly slaughtered.

The boy simply gins as they try and run from him and leaps high into the air. As he falls he curls his hand into a claw and speeds his decent. He lands directly in front of the fastest assassin, whose body quickly falls, dieing from the 4 deep gashes that now run the entire length of his body. The others look at him in renewed terror before turning to run again.

The boy quickly leaps at the closest man and drives his head into the ground, still applying pressure long after the man's skull shatters on the earth below his feet. The last assassin finally stops running, understanding that he has no chance of escape. He hesitantly pulls his gun from its holster and aims it at the boy. He quickly fires off 3 rounds and is relieved when the boy doesn't make a move to dodge. Right before the bullets hit the boy another orange field appears in front of him. The boy simply looks to the man with a calm expression on his face, as if to say 'what was that supposed to do?' The assassin drops to his knees upon seeing this simply awaiting the end. The boy slowly moves to the assassin and picks up his gun. The man turns his eyes to the ground and is quickly rendered dead by a quick shot to the back of his head.

The deep red glow begins to fade from the boy's eyes and control over his body returns. 'What have I done?' the boy asks himself, surveying the carnage he apparently created. He drops to his knees, his energy utterly spent. Before he is gripped by blissful unconsciousness a single tear falls from his eye, and then, darkness.

Author's notes: Wow, I didn't know I could be that violent. Oh, well. You never know 'till you try I guess. Well that is about all for now. I'll try to update soon and make the story make a little more sense (hopefully) for everyone. 'till next time. Ja ne.