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The young girl raced through the corridors
of a large hospital.
Patients, nurses and doctors leapt out
of the way as the reddish blur zoomed past them at high speed.
A few of them recognised her, for she was
a regular at the hospital ever since her mother was admitted
into their care. Rumours floated around in the locker rooms
that her mother was subjected to an experiment gone wrong
and that she had been left a little touched in the head.
Of course what made them notice the girl
especially in this instance was that she was running and that
she was looking positively exhilarated. Something which none
of them had ever seen before that day.
The place was a real maze, especially to
a five years old. But it was just a trivial matter to the
girl as she ran happily towards her destination, for this
place had been almost a second home to her now.
After so many visits, so many hours spent
here, getting lost wasn't even a consideration, particularly
for someone like this bright little girl.
"Momma!"
Picked, out of all the potential candidates.
This girl… was destined to be the pilot of Evangelion
Unit-02.
"Momma!"
Finally, her mother would be happy. She
would have to acknowledge her… not that stupid doll.
"They picked me!"
It would like things use to be… she
would have her mother back, and then... maybe… her father
too.
"Momma!"
This was it… this was the room. All
but kicking the door in, the little girl barely managed a
step when she suddenly froze.
"Mom…ma…?"
Then came the scream. That was what brought
a pair of nurses running.
They found the girl staring there, obviously
in total shock, her cry having faded into a soft and barely
audible whimper.
"Oh my god!"
"Get her out of here! Now!"
Wasting no time, one of the nurses grabbed
her, tearing her from the shocking sight and quickly carried
her away.
Taking her anywhere… anywhere but
there…
Yet it was by far too late. The sight…
The forms… had been burned intensely into her mind, her
memories.
Were it was to remain.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to come
in with you?" asked a young man.
"Yes Shinji… I have to do this myself…"
replied a young redheaded woman.
"Very well… I'll wait here then."
The woman gave him a nod, and promptly turned
around towards the hospital entrance.
Stepping into the sterile atmosphere of the
building, she was immediately reminded of the past. More than
once, did she consider turning back. Yet, she pressed on,
knowing that she would finally put an end to the dreams…
to the nightmares… to the memories.
A small petit blond girl sat the nurses' station,
filing in reports. She offered the redhead a smile and nodded
as she passed by.
It did not take her long to reach the right
door.
Slowly reach out, she pressed against the
door handle with the tip of her fingers. The metal was cold
to her touch, and felt awfully hostile in her mind.
Closing her eyes, the young woman concentrated
and tried to steady her breath.
Then, she reopened her eyes.
The young woman proceeded to open the door
and stepped inside in one smooth motion.
Within, she found an older woman, lying in
the bed. Her eyes closed. The light poured into the dark room
from the half-closed window blinds, silhouetting her features.
They remained for several minutes like that,
wrapped in silence.
The older woman suddenly turned to face the
younger one.
"Hello? A… Asuka…?" she
asked.
Whilst she was able to recognise the young
woman, it actually didn't dawn that she was really there.
It was as if her eyes were not capable of fully focusing on
reality.
"Hello… mother…"
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The two nurses quietly chatted with each
other as several doctors took the small girl away.
"You think she'll be alright?"
asked one.
"I don't know…" replied
the other.
"My god… can you imagine that…"
"Yeah… I know…"
"I mean… a child that young…
to be the one who finds her own mother after she hanged herself…"
"Yea… huh? What…? You mean
you don't know?"
"Know what?"
"That wasn't her mother… I mean,
she looks a little like her, I give you that, but the one
who hanged herself was a recent transfer from the psyche-ward.
The girl's mother was transferred to a special treatment hospital
last night…"
"Oh…. You think the girl knows?"
"I don't think so… maybe…
someone should tell her…"
"Yeah… maybe someone should…"
The two women shrugged and walked off in
the opposite direction. Neither of them ever saw the girl
again.
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FIN
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*Author's Notes*
Ok, explanation… In this story, I present
the possibility that Kyoko is still alive, though still pretty
much insane.
Asuka's father, exploiting this event would
keep Asuka from ever knowing that her mother is still alive,
partially because of possible guilt, and partially because
he wanted to cut all ties with Kyoko, even if it meant that
Asuka thought that was her mother hanging from the ceiling…
Kyoko, being a loony, obviously didn't care
much for contacting her daughter.
Both Asuka's father and Gendo create a screen
of misinformation around the truth, in the case of Gendo it
would be because if Asuka found out the truth it could make
her an unstable element before he was done with her.
I mean… all the original screens relating
to this event blacked out the woman's face… so we can
only assume (ok… we've been pretty much told) that it
was Asuka's mother. Shorts like this could possible become
a whole series if I can think of other ones.
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