The Truth of Love.
By
Allan "ABE" Bryant
"Section 2 is worthless!" Misato had been on the phone, talking to Ritsuko about what was happening. Shinji was still in the OR but I had been discharged after the doctors scoured my body for injuries. I waited in Misato's office and shivered as my thoughts rolled in and out of my head like a fog across deserted battlefield. One moment I was looking at the dead body of the boy I had... Then Shinji barely breathing in my arms as Section 2 agents finally stormed the hidden area Shinji had been dragged. Then I was watching as a bone ruptured out of Shinji's arm and sprayed blood on the doctor trying to stabilize the third child as the ambulance hit a pothole in the damaged streets. "Why did it take them so long to respond to the threat these boys created??" There was a brief pause.
"Why the hell did the commander think Shinji would be capable of fending off five older boys who were armed??" Misato was screaming now. "I don't give a damn if section two only acts in life or death situations, in another minute both of my charges would have been dead anyway!! Section 2 was too damn slow when it counted!" It was true, I had barely survived getting to Shinji and that was because I had killed... Tears formed in my eyes again and Misato saw them, dammit. "Ritsuko I'm going to let you go now, I want the man in charge of section two and the men who were at the school in my office tomorrow, bright and early." There was no humor or question in the Major's voice only a colder more monotone version of her commanding officer voice. She nodded and hung up the phone, the rushed to my side, wrapping me up in her arms and began trying to console me.
"Why?" I begged, why didn't someone help us. She just rocked me back and forth stroking my hair
"I don't know baby, I wish I knew." She gave a small 'Shhh' sound as sobs began to quake my shoulders. "It's gonna be alright, I'm gonna take care of this."
"How?" I whimpered, god that's pathetic. I... I feel so weak now. What happened to Asuka the Destroyer? The fog of her mind rolled back in. The sound of the cartilage snapping and grinding into the boy's head, incredibly loud even amongst the fighting going around her, the look as his eyes faded and rolled back into his head, the way his body dropped like a puppet whose string had been cut. How the boy known as Yotsuya Tenkawa, age sixteen, died at the fist of Asuka the Destroyer, and laid like a doll she remembered so well as blood poured from his ruined nose. How the other boys suddenly gave her wide berth to Shinji as their rage and fear battled amongst each other. How she picked up the Third Child and was awash with his blood as he gasped for air.
Then she felt herself hit the ground and heard the snap before she realized her arm was broken from when one of the remaining boys kicked her. The fire of his eyes as he drove the dead boys knife at her face was frightening to her. She reacted by instinct and caught his trusting hand a few inches away from her death. She fought as the knife cut her eye, blood blocked her sight from that eye and she was able to make the knife hit the dirt beside her. A part of her wondered why the others hadn't come to help finish the job when a large hand smashed the boy off of her. Twenty of NERV's Section 2 agents had either surrounded the boys with drawn guns, applying medical attention to Shinji, or had come to her aide. Sirens and horns sounded in the distance. It was then that Asuka the Destroyer died. The memory was cut short as a phone began to ring. Misato picked it up and after a few minutes looked to Asuka. "Shinji's out of OR." Was the somber answer to the unsaid question.
End of chapter 2...
This is the piece I could not find in my archives until I gave up on it and finished writing the Truth of Pain. So I made it chapter two. Chapter three will be after the last scene in chapter one.
By
Allan "ABE" Bryant
"Section 2 is worthless!" Misato had been on the phone, talking to Ritsuko about what was happening. Shinji was still in the OR but I had been discharged after the doctors scoured my body for injuries. I waited in Misato's office and shivered as my thoughts rolled in and out of my head like a fog across deserted battlefield. One moment I was looking at the dead body of the boy I had... Then Shinji barely breathing in my arms as Section 2 agents finally stormed the hidden area Shinji had been dragged. Then I was watching as a bone ruptured out of Shinji's arm and sprayed blood on the doctor trying to stabilize the third child as the ambulance hit a pothole in the damaged streets. "Why did it take them so long to respond to the threat these boys created??" There was a brief pause.
"Why the hell did the commander think Shinji would be capable of fending off five older boys who were armed??" Misato was screaming now. "I don't give a damn if section two only acts in life or death situations, in another minute both of my charges would have been dead anyway!! Section 2 was too damn slow when it counted!" It was true, I had barely survived getting to Shinji and that was because I had killed... Tears formed in my eyes again and Misato saw them, dammit. "Ritsuko I'm going to let you go now, I want the man in charge of section two and the men who were at the school in my office tomorrow, bright and early." There was no humor or question in the Major's voice only a colder more monotone version of her commanding officer voice. She nodded and hung up the phone, the rushed to my side, wrapping me up in her arms and began trying to console me.
"Why?" I begged, why didn't someone help us. She just rocked me back and forth stroking my hair
"I don't know baby, I wish I knew." She gave a small 'Shhh' sound as sobs began to quake my shoulders. "It's gonna be alright, I'm gonna take care of this."
"How?" I whimpered, god that's pathetic. I... I feel so weak now. What happened to Asuka the Destroyer? The fog of her mind rolled back in. The sound of the cartilage snapping and grinding into the boy's head, incredibly loud even amongst the fighting going around her, the look as his eyes faded and rolled back into his head, the way his body dropped like a puppet whose string had been cut. How the boy known as Yotsuya Tenkawa, age sixteen, died at the fist of Asuka the Destroyer, and laid like a doll she remembered so well as blood poured from his ruined nose. How the other boys suddenly gave her wide berth to Shinji as their rage and fear battled amongst each other. How she picked up the Third Child and was awash with his blood as he gasped for air.
Then she felt herself hit the ground and heard the snap before she realized her arm was broken from when one of the remaining boys kicked her. The fire of his eyes as he drove the dead boys knife at her face was frightening to her. She reacted by instinct and caught his trusting hand a few inches away from her death. She fought as the knife cut her eye, blood blocked her sight from that eye and she was able to make the knife hit the dirt beside her. A part of her wondered why the others hadn't come to help finish the job when a large hand smashed the boy off of her. Twenty of NERV's Section 2 agents had either surrounded the boys with drawn guns, applying medical attention to Shinji, or had come to her aide. Sirens and horns sounded in the distance. It was then that Asuka the Destroyer died. The memory was cut short as a phone began to ring. Misato picked it up and after a few minutes looked to Asuka. "Shinji's out of OR." Was the somber answer to the unsaid question.
End of chapter 2...
This is the piece I could not find in my archives until I gave up on it and finished writing the Truth of Pain. So I made it chapter two. Chapter three will be after the last scene in chapter one.