A Fury's Passage To Death

Chapter 5

It was close to five o'clock. All three members of the Katsuragi house hold stayed home. Misato took the day off, while Asuka skipped school. Asuka continued her bawling from the previous night. Having not let up once since she awoke that morning. Shinji stayed with Asuka the whole time; a request from the redheaded girl. Misato stayed to fill her motherly duty to the two kids.

Shinji and Asuka sat at the kitchen table. Stared at the table like a young child about to be punished. Shinji sat next to her. He had mixed feelings about what she did the night before. On one hand he was furious that she would go that far to get back at one of his friends. On the other hand he was glad the car was destroyed; maybe Kensuke would be back to normal. He knew what she did was wrong, but he could never stay made at the girl.

Misato who had been in her room talking on the phone for the past hour came out and sat at the table directly in front of the kids.

" You're lucky Asuka. Kensuke for some odd reason decided to not press charges." Both of the kid's look at her with bewildered amazement in their eyes. Kensuke loved that car more then anything and he is not going to force somebody to pay him back. Asuka confessed that it was Buddy who destroyed his car. This gave Kensuke the perfect chance to finish Buddy off for good and he is not going to take it. Did Buddy win? Did he scare Kensuke so bad that Kensuke would never mess with him again.

Misato just looked at the girl. Boy she needed a beer. "But that does not mean you will go unpunished young lady." Her stare remained coldly fixed on the young girl. "You will pay Kensuke the money for his car and you will go apologize to him."

It was nearing the evening. About six o'clockish. The police had already been bye the apartment earlier that day, but the news that Kensuke would not place charges sent them away.

"Shinji." He looked up at Misato. "I want you to take Asuka to Kensuke place and force her to apologize." He nodded his head a yes. "Go now while I figure out your punishment." She sat back and put her hand in her chin not looking at the girl. She thought she raised Asuka better then this. Of course because Asuka was part of Nerv she would not go to jail, she was irreplaceable in the eyes of Nerv, but house arrest confined to HQ was not out of the question.

The two kids left. Pen-Pen came up and sat in Misato's arms. He always knew when he was needed. Asuka has already punished herself enough as is. She still needs to pay for it, but I doubt she would do anything of this liking again. She should have known better, No, she did know better. She scratched the penguins head. It was her responsibility. The commander would not care as long as she still piloted so it was up to her to discipline the girl.

Misato looked down at Pen-Pen. "What am I going to do?"

The kids headed to the Aida household. Learning he was not their they left for the garage that his car was in. before they headed in Asuka grabbed Shinji's hand. She stopped and her hand not allowing him to walk any further either.

"Shinji, I'm scared." Shinji knew she was acting differently lately. He almost suspected that she would be scared. He didn't show it, but he too was terrified for what Kensuke will do. Kensuke scared even him now and he was just as terrified to confront his former friend as she was.

"Don't worry. I'll be right here with you. I won't let anything happen to you." He would never let her go in alone. Even if the situation was different he would still be by Asuka's side; he would always try to protect her. "Come on. You have to do this."

She knew she had no choice. She had to confront Kensuke, but what Shinji said did make her feel a little better. She nodded her head and continued to walk in the building. Not leading or following, but right beside Shinji; holding his hand.

As they walked on they could hear the muffled noise of Kensuke's voice. Though close enough they could not tell what he was saying; even if he was logically saying anything at all. All they could tell was the slight mourn and tool clanking together. They neared and they saw her. Asuka's heart jumped at the condition of Christine.

Kensuke stood in front of the remains of the car. He stood so abruptly that the gesture seemed almost to be a horrified warding-off; the classic movie pose of the hit-and-run victim an instant before the lethal collision.

The windshield had been smashed in two places; handfuls of safety glass fragments were strewn across the slashed seat covers like trumpery diamonds. Half of the front bumper had been pried off and now dragged on the pavement, near a snarl of black wires like octopus tentacles. Three of the four side windows had also been broken. Holes had been punched through the side panels of the body at waist-level in ragged, wavering lines. It looked as if some sharp heavy instrument- maybe the pry-end of a tire iron- had been used. The passenger door hung open, and they saw the dashboard glass had been broken. Tufts and wads of stuffing were everywhere. The speedometer needle lay on the driver's side floormat. Human feces on the dashboard.

Shinji's eyes were bulging. He heard about the car, but never imagined it would be this bad.

"Kensuke." Asuka started. Her voice barely heard, but full of fear. She stepped forward. "I, I'm sorry." Kensuke didn't move. He just stared at Christine. "I'll pay you for the car."

"That will just make everything all right wouldn't it?" He turned look at his guests. The glare in his eyes forced Shinji to move forward, in a protective stance between Kensuke and Asuka. "Well screw you. I don't want your apologize sincere or not. I don't want your money either. So just get out of my face before I put you out of it!" He then returned his attention to Christine. "And you Ikari. I saw your car last night. You'll get it too."

"Kensuke I for one had nothing to do with this. Asuka is in tears over here. At least except here money that would make her feel a lot better." Asuka stepped back. Something was wrong. Shinji never acted like this except while piloting the eva. He only had ball's when an angel was around. But at the moment, it really felt like and angel was there. Asuka didn't know for sure, but she felt like two strange eye's were watching her.

"I don't care. I don't care." Kensuke shock his head. "Now leave, and don't worry, I will get you back. I'll get all of you back." Asuka grabbed Shinji's arms and pulled him out of the area. Tears were once again running from her eyes. Scared of Kensuke, but also of the unknown she felt was there.

Misato figured that she would go talk to Kensuke. He would not accept anything for his car. She felt Asuka really needed to pay for what she did, but no matter what Kensuke would not except it. She figured to give Aida a few days to cool off and have Asuka try again. the kid returned not long ago and they ordered takeout.

Speaking of Asuka. She had not let Shinji leave her side. Her punishment was a light one she felt. Asuka could only leave the house for school and for emergencies. If she needed to run somewhere either Shinji or Misato would have to be with her. There was also no TV, phone, or computer allowed.

The three ate dinner silently. The tension was still really high. After a while of debating in her head Misato finally spoke out.

"Shinji, why don't you take your car and go see a movie or something. I need to talk to Asuka alone." Shinji nodded his head. He left the table after dumping the remains of dinner in the sink. He grabbed his phone and dialed Touji's number as he left the home.

The two girls remained. Asuka did not move forcing Misato to make the first move. She got down next to Asuka and grabbed her in a tight hug. The redheaded girl remained still for a moment, but returned the hug with ferociousness.

"Asuka, I still love you." Asuka was surprised. Never before had Misato said the word 'love'. The tears that she cried so often that day were beginning to return. "I know you know what you did was wrong, and I was a little disappointed in you,but I will always love." Both girls tightened their embrace. "I may not have given birth to you, but I look at you like my own daughter. I am not mad at you, just disappointed."

"Misato?" They made eye contact for the first time since Shinji left. "Say it again?"

Misato let out a smile, and grabbed the girl again. "I love you."

"Thanks mama."

Kira walked home that night. It had been a hard day at work. He himself was not able to concentrate on anything else then what happened last night. He didn't even care. It was a joyous distraction. He was worried a little early on, but Buddy helped him through that. And when Aida decided not to press charges, he was home free.

Walking through the night he got himself a bottle of beer he received from an older co-worker that evening. He pulled out his pocket a small container and straw. He then preceded to open the container and take a sniff through the straw of the white powder he loved so very much. It was all he loved. No-one loved him, and he loved no-one. That was as simple as his mind thought of himself.

He walked down the street. Coming to an over pass he walked under it. Through his blood shot eyes he saw a number of tall large building continuing past the road. Believing that he knew were he was going, but the truth he was lost. His own delusion from the alcohol and drugs; he thought he knew where he was, but he hadn't a clue. He continued walking down the business district of the town.

As the effects of the powder wore off, he could barely make out his position. He was surrounded by tall buildings on all sides. Three of them were business buildings, while the third was a parking complex for the supporting businesses. A faint sound could be heard from the parking garage. Old time music. Probably from the Americas sixty or seventy years ago.

Through his drunken slumber he made his way over. Thought went though his mind. Thought which made no since. Some of how good the music was, others of how bad it was. Some of if it was a pretty girl playing it, how he was going to play her all night long. He laughed at his terrible pun he made. He slowly walked forward swaying back and forth. Tired of the side walk he choose to walk on the street.

He entered the complex and could see the music's originator. A red car with large fin and a white top was sitting there, almost as if staring at him. The car sat at a low idle, only the florescent lights of the building made it visible. The muffler tip swayed up and down, left and right, from the rumble the giant motor caused.

Kira stumbled forward. Loosing his balance he picked himself up and looked at the car with a laugh. If he was sober he would realize the impossibility of the car before him. Even in his drunken state he could tell it was Aida's car. It could not be a look alike; a car painted the same. He just knew it was the same car.

He continued forward. "Hey Aida. You fix your car already? Ready for me to trash it again?" he laughed again and took a swing of his drink again. He then fell on the ground. Tired of standing up he sat down 'Indian style' and took some more of his powder in his pocket. He laughed at the sound of him snorting the powder though his nose. He looked up at the car.

Christine was a bout fifteen feet away from him. Her headlight were eye level with his eye's. Kira held out his container. "Come on Aida. Have some of this. It will make you feel good." the car just stayed there waiting for something.

Kira who had been smiling turned to a frown when "Aida" did not come out to receive the precious substance that he offered him. His face turned to one of anger.

"Hey, when I give you some of this, you take it." Kira then attempted to get up on his legs. First attempt he failed. Falling back to the ground he tried again. More drunken laughter came as he tried again this time getting one leg up, but failed to get the other.

"I am coming for you." He finally stood up. He stared at the car he did not know how much time went by, but enough for the effects of the drugs to wear off. He finally regained himself and took one step forward almost loosing him balance he slowly walked forward.

Just then Christine headlight flew on. All four of the lights shine an angelic white color; an almost blue, but white color. The engine the revved, the tires squealed. White smoke came thrusting out from the back of the car. The light blinding Kira took longer then usual to adjust too, but the squeal of the tires put fear in his mind.

He got to his feet and ran. Ran as fast as his drunken body would carry him.

Christine's rear tires then grabbed the pavement and she lunged forward with the acceleration of Ferrari. Flying forward she headed for the young Kira.

Fear filled Kira's eyes. He headed for a concrete pillar. He reached the pillar and used his arms to pull himself around the pillar to avoid the car colliding with him. But Christine was to fast. She snagged his leg with her chrome bumper; ripping the muscle's and running forward past the boy.

Kira feel to the ground, not being able to support himself. He could feel the red liquid freely flowing out his leg. He screamed as he looked at his leg. He screamed out in pain as he grabbed his leg, tears flowed from his eyes.

Tire squeals could be heard, and Christine's headlights which had been facing away from him were now faceting him once again. Her beautiful chromed bumper was now covered with blood. She was stopped once gain and her engine revved heavily again. The tires squealed again and she lunged forward again.

Kira looked to his right. There was a fire escape used for the higher floors of the parking complex. He

ran or rather skipped over to the stairs. Christine changed her direction and nearly missed him as climbed the stair.

He ran up the stair's not sure of where he was going. Adrenaline was taking over his body as the pain could not be felt and ran faster and harder then he ever could before. He reached the top floor and busted out of the stairs. He was about four stories up. Looking around for anybody, or anything; he had no such luck. The floor was a deserted as the floors below. The American V8 could be heard once again; coming for him. He cursed to himself lightly, and once the light's from the car appeared he race back down the stairs.

He got back to the bottom floor. And could hear Christine right behind him. He raced for the exit, forcing himself to run even harder then before. Harder and harder he ran. Toward the exit, and he was out. Free of the parking complex. He ran to the place where the nearest sign of life would be. But it was a dark night and all the people were in the home's asleep, and this being the business district of town it was unlikely he would find many people.

The blood from his leg staining the ground as he ran. He came to a fence and attempted to climb it. He climbed to the top of the fence. The car could be heard then he saw her driving as fast as she could toward the fence. He jumped down, breaking bones as he hit the ground, yet he kept running.

Christine ran through the fence as if it hadn't existed. She got closer and closer and Kira could see shadow getting longer and longer. Christine hit him and 'grabbed' him. He got hit with such force his upper body came back over her hood, and his head came down slamming into her red paint spurted blood. The bottom half of his body stuck to the car. His legs getting caught in the bumpers and grill.

He screamed in pain again. His arms moved around frantically. He looked in the car. What he saw was unexpected. Aida was not driving the car as he thought. No one was driving the car. Tears gushing from his eyes, of fear and pain; he look forward and could see he was heading for a ,three to four, feet tall median used to separate traffic on a busy road.

Just as his mind registured what he saw he hit the median. He lunged forward and his head came down on the concrete smashing his teeth. He could feel the rips coming from his mid section. Blood was splattered every where. He tried to move. His broken arm's flopping furiously trying to move, but he himself would not let it. His lower body was now part of the crumbled median; attached so there was no escape.

Christine moved back. Her tires squealed again and lunged forward hitting the remains of Kira's lower body again and again until his lower torso was no longer part of himself. She then turned and circled around the median.

Kira was free, but what was the point. It was amazing that he was even alive. His body was broken. Even if he tried, half his body would not respond. Even if he could be saved, how would he live from then on?

He turned his head. The immense pain filled his neck. He turned his eyes up and looked at a young girl. His eyes were filled with blood, his vision blurred, but he could make out a girl, his age with red hair and a red dress. If he could he would jump with excitement, he would.

"Go get help girl. Please go get help." He was barely able to stay conscious. She stood there, not moving an inch. "Help me please!" The girl walked slowly toward him. Moving gracefully, she came up to him and stopped right above his head. She looked down and just stared at him. Her pure white eyes looking down on the pathetic person. Her face showing a cooling anger.

He moved his only good arm. He reached for her. His blood covered hand, missing all but one fingure he tried to grab her arm. "Help me please!" He spat a mixture of blood and spit onto the girl.

She stared at him coldly. Not reacting to the bloody hand grabbing her arm, falling to the ground, and to only reach and grab her arm again. "No." She said.

His heart stopped at her response. If circumstances were different he would strangle the girl. Kira shifted his eyes. Focusing on the golden V jewelry around her neck. He blinked and he was no longer looking at the golden V on her neck, but the golden V centered on Christine's grill. The girl was gone and Christine took her place. Her front end adorned with his blood, it was crunched together from hitting the concrete median over and over again. Stuck in her dented bumper and grill was intestine and flesh. Parts of his bones could be found logged on her grill.

She moved forward and placed her tires over the rest of Kira. Unable to scream any more, his throat clogged with blood as the weight of the car came crushing over him. She stopped when her back wheels were over the boy. She spun her tires over the boys body throwing skin, muscle, and bone all over the street. She continued this until nothing remained of the boy. Not even his mother could recognize him when she was done.

She moved back, as if observing her work. She then left and headed for the garage. As Christine headed home changes could be seen in her. The blood she had on herself, slowly but surely disappeared. The flesh and bones, organs, and muscle, all left the confident of the car without a trace.

A sound similar to the sound of crushing beer can's was herd. Christine's body panels all realigned them self's. He dent's popped back out, her metal rejoined back together into perfect body panels. Her paint spread and covered the scratches received. The cracks in her glass shrank, and shrank, until they no longer remained.

By the time she returned to her home, Christine look no different then she did the day she came of the assembly line.