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You have left the apartment; they are still drinking to the food you had taken such time to make. You would not understand the evil of their ways, not unless you see it from my point of view, therefore, I shall have to make you the same as me.
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Shinji placed the trash on the curb, sighing in some what relief that his work was now done. Looking up at the sky Shinji tried to spot the stars among the clouds lingering in the air, he found none.
Then he felt it.
It was the same feeling he’d gotten back at NERV, as if someone was watching him. But why would anyone watch him, it wasn’t as if he was anyone special after all, he was just some boy. Despite his thoughts, Shinji couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched. Slowly he edged away from the trash curb, walking at a brisk pace, trying to move as fast as possible, without raising suspicion from who ever was watching him. Off in the distance he could hear the sound of clanking metal, he looked behind himself; the trash cans had been knocked over, yet whoever knocked them over wasn’t there.
Shinji increased his pace, moving at a pace reserved for jogging. Shinji heard the sound of rushing wind behind him, like something swooping from the air. Shinji bolted, heading strait for the elevator. He rushed to the up button, tapping it multiple times, in a vain attempt to make the elevator increase it’s slow pace. “Come on damn it!” The elevator would not get here in time, the sound was getting closer. Shinji bolted to the stairs, moving two steps at a time, taking deep breaths; he headed up the stairs to the 4th flour. When he got to the door, he could no longer hear the sound, had it stopped chasing him at the stairs? Shinji looked behind himself, nothing there. He looked above him self to the ceiling, nothing. Sighing in relief Shinji opened the door. He looked down the hallway, and he instantly paled. There it was sitting on the guard rail.
Darkness seemed to be drawn to it, swirling, obscuring his sight of what it looked like. A pair of deep blue voids, which he suspected were its eyes, seemed to glow with intentions that Shinji did not look of. It had a pair of protrusions coming from its back, wings; probably what was making that sound. He swallowed his saliva, almost as if swallowing his own hope. It held out his hand, beckoning him to come closer. Shinji shook his head; he slowly stepped back, and then turned to make a break for the stairs again. He heard the whooshing sound again, it had over shot him. It was now between him and the door, it stood strait and tall, it was about 6 inches taller than himself, from what he could see………..it was female. Shinji felt something, it was distinctly familiar to what he sometimes felt from Misato, lust, and it was his lust. He was disgusted with himself for thinking like that, now was not the time for that. Shinji slowly turned back, and then ran as fast as he could to the apartment door, so close!
He suddenly felt weak, as if he could not go on. He tried to take another step, but his feet would not move. He struggled to take a step, tried to scream and call for help, but he could not draw out the will from his body, he was going to die here, and no one would know what had killed him.
He toppled over, sliding up against the wall, slowly falling to the ground. His eyes could still move, they darted to the creature, which now stood over him, all he could wonder was, ‘Will this hurt’. However as the creature leaned down over him, all he could feel was a gentle warmth.
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It was morning in Tokyo 3, the sun was shining, and ironically enough Misato did not have a hang over. Looking up from the table where she, Asuka, and Penpen had passed out, she stood up and looked to the kitchen, Shinji hadn’t made breakfast yet? She got up with a surprising grace for someone who’d just woken up, she walked to Shinji’s room and opened the door without knocking; he wasn’t there. Well she had to get the paper, looking for Shinji could wait. Opening the door to the outside, Misato looked the sky, the sun had still yet to rise, it was probably 5:00 a.m. Looking down the hall Misato’s eyes widened to the site of Shinji Ikari, doubled over lying just 3 ft from the door. He was deeply pale. She placed her hand over his fore head, which was extremely warm. "Oh my god!" Worry creasing her brow Misato ran to the Cell phone in her room, she then dial Ritsuko Akagi’s number.
“Ritsuko, listen it’s Misato! Get an ambulance down here now!”
What made Misato so worried?
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