RichardRahl—I'm on the verge of complaining to the FF.N staff about my non-existent reviews. -.-

Crrot—ah, yes. What joy, viral infections. They make me so… happy! These people are the family of Mayumi Tendo (the order was given back in chapter twelve). Pissed Gendo off, 'cos they were all anti-NERV. Gruesome Twosome… or Gruesome Threesome? Heh… Oh, noes! The perverted thoughts! The rampant run!

A/N: Right-o. I'm thinking this rating just went "R".

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Ocean Red

Chapter 16: An Angel of Twins

A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fanfiction

By CrimsonNoble

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"Why, hello there! Awake at last. Good thing too, we can't start the party without you."

The man mumbled something incoherent in response. 'Dachi sighed and gave him the double backhand. The man's state of awareness jumped from half-asleep to entirely-awake-ohmigod-what-just-happened-here!

"Well, now that I have your attention," he smiled, seating himself on the bed next to the naked man, "I would like to introduce you to my family. That over there is Wakizashi, and I only called him pops once. He cut off a toe for it. That over there is Shuriken, goddess of knives, throwing implements, and other such unpleasant things. Don't mind the blood in her hair, it'll wash out."

The man tried to speak, and Nodachi flicked his fingers against the tip of the bound man's nose. "No. Not talky. Me not say you can."

He held out his hand, and Shuriken placed a blood-covered knife in it. He tapped the flat of the blade against the man's cheek, just below his eye. "You see this?" the Child wiggled it back and forth, "This is the knife she used to kill your wife. See, NERV doesn't like you people annoying them. And I am ever so grateful that you were kind enough to send your daughter away."

"You're not going to kill her?"

'Dachi's fist connected with the man's gut, doubling him over as much as was possible while bound as he was. "No, no, no, no, no, Tendo. No talky. But I'll tell you anyway. See, this is a message of sorts. Your daughter is going to outlive the rest of your family, aren't you ever so proud? But anyway, back to the point. Remember this knife?" He gestured vaguely around with the blade, letting blood dribble onto his hand. He lapped it up, before grinning at the man. "Be happy, rejoice, this is not the blade I'm going to kill you with."

He threw it hard, and it stuck in the man's hand, pinning it to the headboard. The man screamed, and the child-weapon sighed. "Tape and rag!" he called.

Wakizashi handed him the rag that had, at one point, been in the woman's mouth. 'Dachi stuffed it into the man's mouth, before taping it shut. The man stopped screaming, retched at the taste of his wife's blood, and gurgled. "Oh, don't worry about vomiting and drowning in it. Your stomach has been pumped, there's nothing there to drown in." The boy smiled beatifically. "Now you get to play with us as long as we like. We're going to have lots of fun together, aren't we? Yes, we are."

He reached down into the bag, and from it came a rusty, cracked, chipped, serrated, and otherwise battered steak knife. "Now, see this?" He asked, waving it in front of the man's eyes. "This," he said, tapping it against the captive's nose, "is what I am going to use to castrate you. Won't this be fun? I promise, this is going to be great!"

And then he pressed the knife against the man's groin, and with slow sawing motions, began to fulfill his promise.

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"Alright then. Time for the next stage."

The man's head lolled on his neck, his eyes rolled up in their sockets. The Junior Sadist (number Two) had bandaged the man's groin, to keep him from bleeding to death as long as possible.

Nodachi dug into his bag once again, and drew forth something that looked almost like a scalpel. "Wake him up, would you?" He asked, running the blade down the sleeve of his shirt, watching as it split with an almost-hissing sound.

The Ancient One reached out, pressed his hand to the man's forehead, and he jerked against the bonds as his muscles contracted wildly.

"Thank you," the Child nodded, and turned back to his new toy. "You passed out three times last time. That wasn't very nice of you. We're going to have to work on that. Now, if you pass out, I'm going to cut deeper, okiies? Okiies."

He pressed the scalpel's tip against the bridge of the man's nose, punctured the skin, and began to pull downward, slicing the tender flesh open. The man's head jerked, ripping his nose up, lengthening the line of the incision before 'Dachi had intended, and a muffled scream echoed.

Nodachi pulled the scalpel back, and belted the man in the face with his free hand. "Bad boy," he scolded. "Naughty, naughty."

This time, taking a double-handful of the man's hair, he continued his incisions, outlining the man's eyes, lips (he had to take the tape off for this), the line of his jaw, just before his hairline, and generally making a large oval.

And then he ripped the man's face off.

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The Child dropped the glass jam jar next to the bed. Within were numerous nails, many different sizes and shapes, some further in their decomposition than others. "See these, my good man?" he inquired joyously. "These are the biggest toenail on the right foot of everyone I've ever had time to extract them from. See that one?" he indicated one that looked not only very fresh, but resided on top of the rest. "That is your wife's. Be proud, you will get to add to my collection!"

And then he went to work with his pliers, systematically extracting the man's nails, ignoring the man's pathetic whimpering. He wasn't anywhere near done yet, and if the man died before he was, he would be upset. He had already been forced to prop the man's head up, to prevent blood draining into his nostrils, drowning him. That was more than he liked to do.

'Dachi dropped the appropriate nail into the jar, screwed the lid back on, and dumped the rest into the zip lock bag with the wife's. No need to leave unnecessary evidence lying around, after all. Bad enough Shuriken had left fingerprints all over. Of course, they were more or less smudged beyond recognition, but that was aside from the point. She was being careless.

"Now," he told the prone man, "at some point I'm going to be wanting at least one, if not all, of your teeth. Don't worry though, by that time you won't be able to scream," he comforted the faceless man.

"For the moment however, I'll settle for an ear." He slipped a razor under the man's ear, and cut it off with a savage jerking motion.

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Nodachi drew off his latex gloves, depositing them into yet another zip lock bag. Second most useful things in the world, after the almighty towel.

"He lasted quite a while," the tenor of his mentor floated from behind. "Did you mean to do that, or was it accidental?"

The younger Weapon yawned. "Two days, accidental? Come now. Even if it were, I wouldn't tell you that. But no, it wasn't an accident. Anyway, its dark now, and we have to move the bodies."

"Where are you putting them?"

The Child smiled angelically. "I was thinking about crucifying them over the entrance to NERV. But then, I'm not sure they'd stay up long enough."

"So…"

"So I'm going to crucify them over the entrance to the Geofront. Much more public, and more people will see before they get covered or pulled down." He paused a moment. "Ah, nearly forgot. I'm going to be needing an eye."

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Gendo Ikari was frustrated. It wasn't that there were corpses hanging over the entrance to his establishment, no. It wasn't how the corpses were mutilated, almost beyond being recognizable, no. It wasn't that he hadn't seen the Third Children in three days, no. It was that the boy hadn't bothered informing him of what he was going to do! Admittedly, he hadn't given orders to do so, but then it was ingrained in the rest of the NERV personnel that they should always ask first.

Though the boy had been far more of a success than he had hoped. The sheer creativity, tying the bodies up with their own intestines, alone was worthy of note. That he hadn't been caught doing it, and furthermore had eluded Section Two, who had been ordered not to interfere anyway, and killed one of them, was simply astonishing. Even if Section Two was full of incompetents, it was an impressive feat. And furthermore, he had left absolutely no evidence of who had done it. The mother's blood had coated the kitchen (along with scattered bits of anatomy), the father's the bedroom. But his son had left no fingerprints, no hairs, no DNA that could be detected immediately, no blood of his own, no witnesses (though he probably would have killed them too), nothing at all. Wild rumors were spreading already, that it had been the work of a ghoul, a flesh-eater that Satan himself had sent as a warning to those who opposed NERV. That another Angel was stalking the city.

His son was, if nothing else, admirable. The child just had to learn who was in charge.

Of course, Nodachi already knew that.

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Shinji was brought out of his silent slumber by the Angel siren. He took a moment to recognize it, then mumbled something about, "letting the German slut handle it," and pulled the pillow over his head. Shuriken was, fortunately for her, elsewhere. Or when the Section Two agents stormed in, snatched the Third Children, and dragged him out (after being forced to detach him from the bed, which alone took as much time as the journey to NERV), and stormed out again, she might have been in trouble. Of course, the Ancient One would have just killed them if they had tried doing anything to him.

He still wasn't awake as they stuffed him into a plugsuit (badly, that wasn't their job anyway. They did, however, puzzle over the strange black bodysuit beneath, but were unable to remove it, so it was left on him), and then into the plug of the purple Eva. In fact, he actually didn't wake up until he'd been dropped onto the Ki'i peninsula. Just in time to hear Asuka:

"Two against one is not what I call a fair fight. It's not fair."

Irritated at being dragged out of bed on an hour and a half of sleep, already disliking the German, and sheer bloodlust combined explosively. "Look you stupid whore! If everyone fought fair, the Romans would still be ruling the fucking planet, or the Americans would be British, or the French would be British! Just because you have a misplaced sense of honor doesn't mean the rest of us have to pay for your godforsaken stupidity! You're a soldier now, soldiers do not fight fair! Get over it already!"

"Oh yeah!" she bellowed back as she turned and raised her lance, "What would you know about war?"

To find that she was on the wrong end of a pallet rifle. "I know how to win. Which is apparently more than you!"

Misato cringed before the Third's outburst.

"Oh yeah? Just watch!" The Second cried as her Eva charged.

She leapt, landing on a building that, until her arrival, had borne a sign with the word, "Fantasia," in all capitals, nearly crushing it as she leapt again. A third leap, and her lance split the Angel in two halves.

"Well, what did you think of that? A fight should be clean and elegant, without waste." She proclaimed.

Shinji snorted. "Fights should be short and brutal. Fighting is not to make fighting look pretty. Fighting is to kill, and for no other reason."

"Oh yeah?" the girl challenged, not noticing as the Angel's center yin-yang (though the colors were not traditional, red and blue) crest split.

The Weapon noticed, had in fact noticed that the insanity of the Angel's Power had not actually ever died, but didn't bother informing her. "Yes! Do you want to fight over it?"

"Yes!" she shouted back, not realizing that the two halves had formed into two, smaller replicas of the original. The Angel had not looked unlike Sachiel, though it had no bone-armor, and instead of a beak-face had originally an entirely grey version of the yin-yang. Additionally, across the top and down the arms, the Angel was a dull grey, and seemed to be set farther away from the rest of the body, which was a sea-green like color. This color change was replicated down the outside of each leg. The new Angels, however, had differing coloration. One had orange set-away, the other a shinier steel-grey, or the green color of the skin of a sick person. It was hard to tell, it seemed to switch. The other color had darkened as well, somewhere between black and dark, dark green. The yin-yang as well was different on each; they each had what looked like a grey bowling-ball face instead, with one hole at the top, and the other two nearer the bottom, separating the sides into perfect one hundred twenty degree angles.

Misato spazed. "What the hell is this crap?"

Shinji snarled, and then at the red head spat, "Are you happy now? Its two-on-fucking-two!"

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"Today at ten, fifty-eight, fifteen seconds AM, Unit Two was attacked by one of the targets, Beta." The corresponding image of Unit Two, looking like some sort of massive groundhog facedown in a hole of its own making, was splayed across the wall by the projector. "Then both Alpha and Beta turned on Unit One, managing to sever its power cable. With a reduced charge, the cause of which is still being determined, Unit One lasted against both for one minute, thirty eight seconds before running out of power." An image of the purple Unit, lying on its back against a mountain, looking like its armor was going to need massive replacing, was displayed. "We have a comment from the Project Chairperson, 'This is pathetic!'"

"This is all your fault!" Asuka screeched, standing up in front of the image, casting a shadow over the groundhog-Unit. "You totally screwed up my debut battle on Japanese soil!"

"My fault?" Shinji's hiss managed to roar somehow, and made one Ryouji Kaji fear for his eardrums, "You're the one who stood around bragging when you should have been making sure the Angel was dead!"

"You're one to talk, mister fifty-percent synch ratio!"

"Oh yeah, miss groundhog?"

"At eleven oh three AM," Maya overrode both pilots, impressive in Shinji's case, "NERV abandoned the operation and transferred control to the UN Secondary Force." An image of what were undoubtedly the contrails of stealth bombers appeared.

"We've been humiliated." Fuyutsuki snapped.

The Weapon spat. "Speak for yourself. I would have won, if it wasn't for that godforsaken internal battery!"

"At eleven oh five AM, the UN forces made an attack with a non-nuclear mine." Images of the various stages of the blast flashed by.

"We'll have to re-draw the map again," the sub-commander complained.

"They succeeded in burning off twenty-eight percent of the target's structural substance." Maya continued.

"So why don't they just drop three more?" Shinji demanded.

There was a long, potent pause.

"Why don't they just drop three more?" Misato asked.

"They probably don't have clearance to use three more." Maya guessed.

"Well then, why don't they get the goddamned clearance?" Misato said.

"You two!" The sub-commander snarled. "Just what do you think your job is?"

"Piloting Eva?" Asuka guessed; a somewhat meek expression on her face.

"Winning this fucking war!" Shinji replied, his face a mask of rage. "Like any good soldier's!" Misato cringed.

"Are you calling me bad!?" Asuka demanded.

"I'm calling you useless! Worse than useless!"

Asuka fell silent before the sub-commander's voice. "Pilot Ikari is correct. NERV does not exist to have you make fools of us!" An image of Unit-Two being dug out was followed by an image of the Test type being dragged to shore by several tugboats, from where it had been flung by the Non-Nuclear mine.

"Oh, right." Shinji hissed, his features almost elongating, his control over the Power slipping badly, "Because it's so my fault that I was flung into the water by the N-Two mine the UN dropped on my ass! Maybe if I had a half-decent power source, this wouldn't be a problem!"

"So!" The sub-commander broke in, "The two of you are going to learn to work together!"

"I could never work with this beast!" Asuka snapped.

Shinji stopped breathing for a moment, fighting for control over his anger. And then, his hatred showing in his perfect control of his movements, he stalked forward, his eyes narrowed as his pupils fought and fluctuated between vertical slits and the more human dots. His hand wrapped around her throat, and without even activating the gearsuit, he lifted the girl with one hand wrapped around her neck, pressing up against her jaw.

"Damn right I'm an animal…" He hissed into her ear, his tongue darting out to lap at the lobe once. "And I preferrr my bassser instinctsss. Ssso don't ever try and threaten me. I have no problemsss with killing you."

The Weapon threw the girl back into her seat, where her hands massaged her throat as she coughed. "I refuse to work with this inbred piece of filth," he said, his voice perfectly calm, his fists clenched, parroting one of the Ancient One's insults. "Get Ayanami to do it. Now, if you need me, I'm going to be beating the shit out of every Section Two agent I find on my way to the gun course, where I will be running the Urban course at full-lethal with one magazine."

He stormed over to the door, though his footsteps were silent, another measure of how royally pissed off he was, and knocked it off its slide-tracks and across the hall with one blow.

END CHAPTER

Whoo. Done. Rating is now R, for graphic violence.