First' time writing this in second language i apparently know.
p.s. NGE belongs to Gainax, H.Anno and Y. Sadamoto.
Shinji's POV:
I was sitting on one of the seat of the train, when it's stopped at the Tokyo-3's subway. Leaving the empty train and stepping on the subway's platform, i didn't see anyone around, no crowds, no sight of human's activity, pure silence of the big ghost city.
Looking around the city's sight, i felt some sort of odd nostalgia when i forgot at what age i was here for the last time; the neverending summer sun was hitting my dark sunglasses and heating up my jacket, the year 2015, a year of the 'future' the next generation waited for. It was annoying and empty about this, if it was about 'future', but only thing we have in the future - a civilization leftovers from the end of 21st century, it wasn't surprised when i was born in the beginning of 1999, and suddenly year later, Second Impact came in, and destroyed the old world, sad reality.
Silence, light breeze and that monotone warning voice of speaker throughout the city, gave me nothing, but irritation. I found the nearby row of blue phone booths, picked one of them and tried to call a number, they were disconnected due to some catastrophic phenomenon as this monotone voice from loudspeaker said, right? For instance, an nuclear techno-catastrophe in Fukushima by 2011 and stupidly attempt of officials to throw the nuclear wastes to the ocean, with already damaged ecosystem and faced their backfire from the locals; it made some sense to me, at least, to evacuate the population and build a the walls and reservoirs, to prevent from futher radiation spread.
But what exactly happened here to give the local state of this city a permission to evacuate, from what or whom?
Going down the stairs from the subway, knowing there'll be no one at all, due to the evacuation, stopped down to the last stair, looking from left and right through my black sunglasses on the empty street, "This is ridiculous" i muttered to myself "looks like this place isn't very fond on me, isn't it?".
Taking a sit on the sidewalk, i unzipped by big satchel i brought to this long ride, along with my backpack on my back, that contained the school belongings, which i mostly missed most schools lessons back to the Tokyo-2, my big satchel had - three-four pair of underpants, three pair of socks which i considered them as a pair of "double foot skin", green toothbrush with paste, pair of slippers, two pair of shoes, one for sports and one for walking, blue shorts with yellow shirt, blue jeans, towel, grey shirt and pijama shorts for bed, my laptop that looked like a small version of gray metallic briefcase, my sound player with wired earphones from my long deceased mom, a seven books which it'd viewed as a 'illegal' due to the Second Impact, leading most of the books to be erased from existence, some of them i borrowed books of Strugatsky Bros, Lovecraft, Dostoevsky, Stirner, Kropotkin, even Tolkien from my uncle's library, lucky uncle on my mom's side with collection of 'lost' books.
And lastly, the small aluminium bag of two vials with white 'cocaine' I passed through the metal scanner, down the subway of Tokyo-2, pretty nervous it was to pass in, it was a 'gift' from one of my closed neighbors a afro-american immigrant who looked like a smelly hobo, gave me those for 'chill', when i asked him about those odd vials, he didn't say anything, so, i took my look at the letter with photo in the single envelope.
For a letter that was sent from bastard named Gendo Ikari, has written single word "Come" on whole paper with official NERV emblem and his own signature on it, nothing special i could expect from this sorry excuse of father figure, who abounded me since I was four, never received any presents on holidays, nor taught me any 'mature' lessons of 'life', i remember my uncle once said: "Shinji, if you'll meet that sorry excuse of a father figure Commander, tell him, that 'your brother in-law wishes you to electrify yourself with your wires'". A smile crossed on my face, hearing these words from my own fatherly uncle, unlike that Commander.
And for a photo, which I took a look at the framed picture of violet-haired woman around her early twenties, smiling and winking in front of camera, standing on the beach, kneeling down a bit showing her cleavage of breasts. There was a trace of her apparently scarlet lipstick on left side, with written message on right side: "Shinji, I'll meet you. Don't even think about going without me. P.S. check out the cleavage!" with arrow from last words, right to the cleavage of violet-haired woman.
Misato Katsuragi, that was her name i read from the envelope i received it week ago.
She was pretty, not gonna lie, a woman like her with her pretty doll face, rare tone of violet hair and slim gorgeous figure, as i could describe it, would be lucky enough to spend her time and affective love with her girlfriend or boyfriend, if she had one of them, or two, who knows, I don't really know at all about this by the first view, i just like to speculate, fantasies myself as a one of english detective from Sherlock Holmes books, or a any detective from any movies, series and novels with noir genre, using their rational and deductive methods in investigations, mine was imagination, and thus, I'm a big cloudcuckoolander who likes to pretend to be someone I'm really not. Even i was too young for that woman on the picture i hold in my hand, who's older than me by ten-eleven years, 'love don't know the limits' they said, believe me, whatever i like older women or not, i wasn't interested in this 'love' at all.
And suddenly, in the distant way i saw someone on the crossroads, a blue-haired girl with pale skin, red eyes, in the school uniform, the emotionless stare of albino looked at me, as she was looking through my body and she was going to rip my soul from my body, it confused me when i blinked one time, and she was gone in thin air, like she didn't even exist "What the hell was that?" i asked myself aloud, I didn't take two of these vial with cocaine, and never felt light headed, this far to witness kind of hallucination, perhaps it maybe was, or not, why not to try out?
So, i took one of drugged vials from the aluminium bag, opened the lid, and sniffed with one inhale, and closed it, damn, it was hard to stand against the effects of this drug by big doses, this was my first time, and i was thinking that my father or miss Katsuragi would be mad, because i took that drug for the first time in my life. Damn, at first it was relieved, slowly, cocaine begun to take it's hold and probably would bring me a trouble.
Then, i heard the jet engines.
Black Mitsubishi F-X flew above my head so low, as it was prepearing to attack, but from whom or what? It released one of its missiles, and other missiles was released, it looked like a some for the biggest firework show I would like to see, just like back in Tokyo-2 during the Happy New Year. But instead, those missiles going a speed by nine hundred kilometres per hour, hit one giant humanoid fish. As it's supposed to be a hallucination from the cocaine i just took, it would be not real, like a hallucination of albino schoolgirl i just saw, hell, how wrong i was, in front of me, a giant, freaking green humanoid fish with long limbs, bird-like mask instead of the mask and red sphere on his chest, walking around the Tokyo-3, like one of the Hieronymus Bosch's illustrations came to life and right now, from this frightening picture, the voice was screaming: "What the hell is this beast?!", i had to run, as the couple of JSSDF's helicopters flew towards this unstoppable helluva beast, the rockets seemed didn't damage him, they continued firing the rockets, and they didn't do anything, every corner of the city was set on fire and chaos, and fishy beast attacked them too.
I ran as i could, away from this deadliest battlefield between Man and Beast, avoiding the explosions, fire and smokes behind my back, this wasn't a firework show, it's a some spare ring of hell that came to life, i never felt so much adrenaline pumping in my body right now, and thus, cocaine begun to take the hold, i can feel it. I felt bit of pale, as i was sweating like a egg, boiled in the stewpot by one hundred degree by celsius. I thought i could die in this hellish battle, my jacket, white shirt, blue pants, shoes, my satchel and backpack, all of my belongings and my life, could have vaporised in the flames of destruction.
But then, a saviour came in, just in time.
Blue Renault Aulpine A310, made the half-circle stop move, then, in front me, the cabin door of renault opened, and behind the wheel, was Misato Katsuragi herself, dressed in black rubber dress, white cross-necklace on her chest, heels, driver's gloves and black sunglass, her expression was a bit worried and guilty, as she was in hurry and concerned that i could have die in this 'accident', strange feeling, she was given a responsibility to take me from the subway, but was late a bit by a minutes, rushed forward toward the battlefield. I was the important figure after all, she tried her best to get me, and she came in just in time, eventually, a little bit late, but better late than being burned to black ash.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Shinji, come on-" i quickly rushed into the car, buttoned up the belt and i shouted: "Get us out here!"
Without any delay, she pressed the gas pedal with her heel so hard, making Renault rush so fast, as it could, a took its way to the road, leading by Katsuragi. I didn't dare to watch back at the roaming battlefield behind our backs, at least it was some relief.
"Sorry i'm late" she said giving an apology for being late, i was get used to it, back in the Tokyo-2's school.
"No need to worry, i was getting late a lot before and right now"
"For real?" she asked me with the questioning tone.
I shrugged, looking at the side-view with some concern, i asked her: "I was wondering, what in the actual hell was that? I mean that Beast, Thing, whatever it is, it scared me as hell"
"That one? Was an Angel, never thought you'd be scared from this, due to your look"
Oh yeah, let's go with these religious terms that makes me rather annoyed and bored, than hate it or like it, according to the religious text and in the common religions at all, the Angels were supposed to defend the mankind, punish sinners and serve the God against their greatest enemy named Satan, right? Textually, it makes some sense, but this humanoid fishy thing, i just saw, deserved to bear this name? It'll be pain in my 'smart' ass to figure out with "what and why" questions about this oddity name choice.
"I just look like I'm 'calm' person, but the truth is, I'm the scared small gudgeon, that hides in his hole all day, till his death"
"Well-read i can see, huh?"
"You could say that, captain"
She gave a dismissed hand gesture, for my formalities using "Just call me Misato"
"Fine, Misato, so let it be"
Then suddenly in front us, single missile, was flying towards the ground, or reading the Misato's panicked expression, to us, a hallucination slowly started to take the hold, as i took the cocaine, as instead of missile, a saw some green metal shark, diving towards us, with wide opened jaws prepearing to eat the Renault whole, Misato by her instinct, pushed her heel to the break pedal, stopping the car, before it's collision with the shark, i closed my eyes to not witness those white sharpened teeth.
Explosion came in, with the sound of stopping tires as i have heard, i opened my eyes and sighed with relief, the shark was gone, the missile hit the ground, renault stopped before the collusion, and thus we were saved.
Until, i felt heat, suddenly, after my first encounter with a hallucination of shark-missile, my chest, armpits, back, my whole upper part was burning. So, i started to taking off my jacket, Misato looked at me with her rising eyebrow, i started to worry inside, as she was suspecting me of something I've already done.
"Something's wrong?"
"I'm fine" i quickly dismissed her, with one lie, not wanting to approved that i just used the 'cocaine' "I feel a bit hot here" i took my jacket off, folded and placed along with my satchel and backpack, on my left side of the seat.
I would have been easily caught by using these narcotics, it was my first time, first I've lost my interest to cello and preferred books, then my dropping out some of the school lessons due to my nature that didn't fit in this education system, interacted with some anons on some forums, which Japanese government these days considering them as a 'dangerous and illegal', due to using slangs, vulgars, insults, everything the Ministry of Net-Security could have recorded, and now, i stooped deeper down the immoralism, by using cocaine on myself and driving myself crazy to the state being ripped from reality.
Back to our Misato, she stared me, as i was about to do something, like undressing myself because you caught some infective disease.
"If you thought that I've caught cold, I'm not, I'm fine"
She didn't stop stare at me at all, as she took off her pair of sunglasses with a stern look, and her right hand was about to take off mine, making sure that I'm was okay, this was definitely pseudo-trap, i showed my hand in front of her, saying, that "you don't have to take off my sunglasses, I'm definitely fine". Before she could even insist, a big shadow fall on us.
We looked up what was above, our eyes widen in shock, it was the same humanoid, no wait, Angel i just faced, but suddenly, it took a form of a ugly looking giant from the old books about Scandinavian myths, smiling jotun-bastard with black dirty beard, was about to stomp with his big feet. The fear from this giant felt so real, as I was about to cover myself with hands, and Misato was about either driving us out there here, or trying to shielding me from the inevitable crush beast, till another 'miracle' saved, turning this jotun back to the original form.
It look like the Angel, due it's similar gigantic size, yet, it had purple skin, white eyes with maw and ugly looking face with metallic 'horn' on it's head and the spare structures on it's shoulders that resembled some kind of armour or something I'd calling them, a 'mechanical parts of mecha' from old mangas I've read and animes I've watched by old TV with VHS player in the upper shelf. The purple Angel rammed towards another, preventing our inevitable squashing doom, we sighed in relief, i asked Misato about what just happened starting with: "It was another Angel?"
Misato shook her head and answered by: "This one is not the Angel, it's on our side", it's on our side you say? As if it's not going to turn into another jotun, just like the fishy Angel did, or it was the hallucination caused by cocaine? Perhaps, i shouldn't ask her further about the purple one that's on our side, also, there's no point to say something about jotun giant, poor woman would be scared to death.
And so, avoiding the futher mayhem between giant and purple giant behind us, we continued our way to the safe place, aka NERV HQ as we could, while the effects of 'cocaine' continued poisoning my mind, body and soul.
If there's something wrong was written in this chapter, maybe you already have some suggestions to bring some changes in it?
