A/N: here's the second chapter, though I'm kinda downed that I didn't get any reviews…. I'll write for anyone who wants to read it, whether they like it or not, so, without further adieu, Chapter 2 of the Four Evangelists….

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Evangelion, or the characters, but you can't stop me from using them…..

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The Four Evangelists

By: Eric Diaz

Chapter 1:

Third Impact

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..:Intro:..

File #1441052: File Description –

Large notebook, containing several pages of written records, most worn. NOTE: in journal form.

TOP SECRET: UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ARE RESTRICTED FROM VIEWING – FOLLOWING: SMALL EXCERPT TAKEN FROM CLASSIFIED NOTES OF MATTHEW JAMES CARRUTH.

Cain and Abel grew up outside the Paradise, as a punishment for the unlawful deeds of their parents actions. Cain grew tilling the soil from which the fruit that sustained their lives was produced, while Abel grew tending the sheep from which their only meat came from.

In a violent frenzy of rage, anger, and jealousy, Cain killed his younger brother Abel. The Lord had witnessed the crime, and, as punishment for the deed, Cain was never allowed to return to the dirt from which he had been wrought, and was forced to make harder labor, of, and for, the dirt on which he had spilled his brother's blood.

The generations that had begun with Cain branched out to flourish as the species of mankind. However, all of these different people had lost touch with their faith in The Lord, and God had chosen his only loyal subject, Noah, to attempt a repopulation of the world. Through the generations of Noah, came Abraham, the father of the Israelites, and from his bloodline, came Moses, the chosen one who had led the Jews from the persecution and enslavement of the Egyptians. Through them all, the line of descendants all kept leading to the sole savior for humanity, believers of The Lord and non alike. The Jews came near in their prediction of the Nazorean King of Jews, Jesus Christ.

They were only off by two-thousand years.

But no one, not in their right minds, would have predicted that the true chosen Messiah would go by the name Ikari.

Shinji Ikari.

NOTE: FOLLOWING DEPICTS AN OUTLINE OF THE EVENTS FOLLOWING THIRD IMPACT…

..:End Intro:..

"Instrumentality is only a way of running away from the problems we must face in real life. I won't run away. I mustn't run away"

Shinji Ikari opened his eyes, something he thought he would never feel again. Sight… he thought, I thought there was no such thing anymore…

However, the sight to which he had been brought to was one that did not comfort him at all. He found himself in the middle of a long sandy white beach, surrounded by the displaced LCL of the still-gone bodies of the fellow humans that had disappeared from the face of the earth during Third Impact. The world was only a twisted version of its former glory now.

What happened? he asked within the recesses of his mind, completely baffled by what had happened to the land and seas, Did I stop Third Impact?

He was lying down on his back, his eyes looking around, searching for anyone that could have survived. He stared out to the eternal abyss of LCL that was on his right, making sure nothing was there. However, he noticed the slender figure of someone familiar, and the gaze she had fixed on him as well shocked him.

Ayanami…

He blinked. She was gone.

He stared a while more, not fully believing she was there, but, at the same time, not wanting to believe that she wasn't there. I really thought she had been there…

He kept staring out into the seas. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted someone there, someone to be with him, he was scared of being by himself. It wasn't until he had decided to look to his left that he noticed another person lying next to him. He sat up and stared down at her for the first time since Third Impact begun.

Asuka…

Why is she here? Why did she come back? Did she want to? The questions ran through his head with no answers to explain them. She had rejected him. She had ignored his pleas for her help, and she abandoned him when he needed her the most. But if so, why would she even think of coming back?...

Darkness. Complete, utter darkness. The type you could only find at the bottom of the earth, where nothing could reach you, but your own nightmares. However, she could feel a strange, light sensation, from her state of semi-consciousness. Life… she thought in her mind, I can feel it, in my body… but how? I thought I was dead…

Then, the memories rushed back to her, hitting her like a freight train. The images of several Evangelions coming at her, attacking her, filled her mind, like one vivid brush stroke, from the hands of a skilled artist. The pain she remembered feeling as well played out with the nightmare as it found its way into her mind, along with the horrible feeling of her innards being torn apart and digested by the onslaught of vicious teeth. And then, all of a sudden, she could feel her life being taken once more, her breath being halted.

She could feel the pain flowing through her body once more, her lungs were being cut off from any outside air, but she couldn't even see where the pain was coming from. It wasn't until now that she noticed her eyes had been open for the entire time. When she stared into the eyes of her assailant, she nearly gasped, but found the chokehold she was under restricted her.

Shinji…

Why… why… she thought to herself in sadness. She kept staring at him through blackening eyes, and found the strength to reach up to his face. She wanted to slap him, but, she instead found herself caressing his cheek. Dammit, why does he keep running away… from me?

She let her hand fall as she felt the last of her strength slowly start to give way to the feeling she had dreaded once more. Why did I even come back? she wondered to herself. Deep down, she already knew why, though.

Dammit, why does he have to get everything he wants, including me…

She touched me… he thought to himself in a state of shock. But why?... Is it because of this? Because of what I'm doing to her?...

He now found himself at a crossroads in his conscious. He was wishing for her death, almost making it real, so that he would not have to relive the pain of her rejection, her ignorance towards him, and his life as a whole. But, inside her, he could feel the desire to live, even in the barren desert of a wasteland they were in right now…

Then, he suddenly felt himself start to loosen his grip on her neck, slowly. It wasn't long before he found himself cradling her head in his hands. The only thing he could do now was just stare into her near lifeless eyes, which still held only a small flicker of life in them. And then, he began to cry. Stupid! he said in frustration aimed only at himself, How could I do such a thing! She's the only thing I have left! How could I even think about doing such a thing to the only person left!

He kept screaming within his mind at his lowliness for the deed he had just committed to her. It wasn't until he finished his self-punishment that he noticed his tears slowly collecting on her cheeks. Inside, he was afraid he knew why.

I can't live without her.

He buried his head into her chest and cried. He kept crying, for pain and for sorrow, for the atrocity that he done against her. He stayed like that, drowning in his own misery, for several moments, and probably would have kept on going, had he not heard the voice from under him.

"How disgusting."

He felt a weight slowly start lifting from his heart when he stared into her now vivid eyes.

"What is it?"

The frail German redhead stared weakly into his eyes for a few moments, as if not being able to find the strength to say any words. She then averted her eyes from his.

"I'll tell you what you did," she began weakly, "You tried to run away again… by almost killing me, you idiot."

He stared shamefully into her blue eyes, trying to find the right words to say to her. He finally reached one.

"I'm sorry."

She continued, however. "That, and you were crying on my breasts…"

He raised his head and finally remembered that he was still on top of her. His embarrassment showed on his face, which quickly turned red, and he quickly rolled off of her and to the spot where he had woken up.

"I'm sorry," he repeated himself.

She glared at him, obviously not liking his choice of words. She waited until she could find the strength to speak once more to reply to him.

"Stop… apologizing," she said with a little hint of agitation, "It makes you look as dumb and weak as you did before…"

He was taken aback by the comment. But, instantly knew she was right. He was still acting like his old self, and that was the reason she rejected him, above any others.

He glanced at her once more, only to find her trying to sit up straight, and falling back in a heap. He moved closer to try to help.

"Asuka, are you alright?"

"Of course, dummkopf," she said, trying once more, and luckily succeeding, "Why? You actually think I need your help?"

He glanced at her in disbelief. We barely wake up from Third Impact, and she's already angry with me? Just my luck to be able to do such a thing, so quickly…

"Well," he started, "It seemed like you were having trouble, but, I guess not…" he responded sheepishly.

"Well, I don't, so there," she replied boldly. She inched her way towards him until she was right next to him. He stared at her, confusion evident within his orb-like eyes. He nearly fell backwards when she slowly rested her head on his chest.

"Uh, Asuka…" he sat, petrified from the sudden action that he had not expected, his hands extended from her, trying his best to not make any contact at all.

She sat there, and started to grow agitated as she didn't feel him put his arms around her. She couldn't take it anymore and looked up at him.

"Idiot, haven't you ever heard of chivalry!" she yelled at him, "You're supposed to be trying to comfort me! Now comfort me!"

He sweat dropped as he slowly laid down his hands on her slender figure, "Okay…"

He lay silently in that position, her head on his chest, holding her, for several minutes. He was to the point where he thought she was already asleep, and felt like doing so himself, until he heard her speak to him softly.

"Shinji," she said, and took a momentary pause, then continued, "Why did you stop Third Impact?"

He glanced down longingly into her sea of red hair as if searching for an answer from within it, but, unfortunately, finding none. Heglanced far off, into the distance, not really looking at anything in particular.

"Honestly, I don't really know…"

They both sat silently, and he stared once more through her hair. This time, however, he found his reason, under the strands, in the person it held.

"I think it was because of you…"

She sat silently, but inside, she was surprised. She had not expected that answer. But she said the only thing that she could have said to him from under his arms.

"Well, I guess it's the best reason you can have…"

"…Thank you."

..:End Chapter 1:..

A/N: yea, i know, not the best, but I'm trying to get there. any reviews and notes of criticism (both good and bad) are welcome, I really want to know if this is really as interesting as I hope it is.

Til next time, cyaz.