Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

The prologue.

Phew, it's a little hot this morning...

But, by the way, it rained heavily last night, but there's no freshness and it doesn't seem to be expected. Is it going to rain again? Maybe, maybe... It's not healthy, it's not healthy at all...

Although it seems to me that there are only two extreme weather conditions in this city — either too hot or too cold. Well, at least for me personally. And there's nothing you can do about it — a local manifestation of the continental climate. Although I don't really care about the weather, I'm not afraid to get wet, but it's still kind of unpleasant... I glanced at the dial of the worn commander's watch. It's almost nine thirty-where's the fucking minibus already? You can also be late for university...

I peer into the traffic, trying in vain to spot my bus.

Wearily, I wipe the sweat from my forehead. No, it's time to stop dressing up with your fashion — the month of June is in the yard, and you, Vitek, are still wearing a leather jacket... No, where are you already, you bastard?! Faster, faster... Oh, have my prayers been answered? The Sixteenth is coming! I don't care if he stops a little further than I need to and I have to stomp an extra stop — I'll get over it somehow. All the seats in the Gazelle cabin were occupied, so I had to climb onto the unloved front seat. I handed the driver the required fourteen rubles, who accepted the money, looked me up and down, and with a skeptical grunt, drove off.

Well, yes, I admit, I look quite colorful... In places.

Perpetually unkempt dark hair, a black leather jacket at any time of the year, and army berets peeking out from under black trousers are just such places. No, I'm not some kind of informal guy or something, I just like to dress like that and that's it. Convenient, practical, weatherproof. And if I had my way, I would have completely wrapped myself in camouflage... The minibus was traveling fast along World Avenue, which was not too busy at this time of day. I had to spend another fifteen minutes on the road, so I took out my phone, plugged an earphone into my left ear and started choosing the right song.

I was in a slightly depressed mood this morning, so my choice fell on one of my favorite dreary themes — "Flyme to the Moon", a hand-cut from the anime "Evangelion". Not to say that I was an animeshnik, but I watched and reviewed this series, because I really liked it, although it really tore my brain...

I was even beginning to sing along softly to myself when events began to spin in a way that no kaleidoscope could even dream of.

The sound of a burst wheel, a jerk. The minibus skids sharply to the left. The driver, swearing desperately, tries to straighten the car. A blow, a screech of metal, a sudden stop — someone definitely drove into our ass. And I drove in very efficiently, judging by the way the back of my head hit the headrest. As long as we can talk, buckle up, people...

The Gazelle pulls into the oncoming lane. I grip the handle above the door with all my strength. And somehow distantly, as if in slow motion, I look directly at the jeep rushing towards us. I didn't even have time to be scared — it was just that at some point my body was shackled by an incomprehensible weakness, and a nasty sour taste appeared in my mouth. And don't move, don't run away... Anticipating the next heartbeat, the realization came that this was the end.

"Fuck," the last thought turned out to be quite mundane.

This is not how I thought I would meet the end of my mortal life...

Hit. Flash. Darkness

The feeling of flying.

The body doesn't seem to be there.

There's darkness and infinity around, but for some reason I'm not afraid... Although that's probably how it should be, because I'm probably dead...

Is he dead?

Hmm, but dying doesn't hurt that much... I had not been afraid of death as such for a long time, I was more worried that my departure would cause pain to people who love me. But I've never been in a hurry to die either-life is too much of a drug to just get rid of it like that...

And now I'm dead? Just like that? Hurtful... I didn't have time for so many things... There's so much I haven't done...

Okay, Victor, don't worry — you're not the first, you're not the last. This has been said an infinite number of times before you, since the very creation of the world... But, damn... Most of all, it hurts HOW I died.

Moronism, of course, but for a very long time I dreamed of dying in battle, defending something, fighting for something, but it's not fate.

Oh, I wish I had one more chance... Only one chance... Victor swears that he would not waste time on trifles, but would try to do something good, change something, help someone... To help...

It's like someone is calling for help from somewhere far away... To help... To help... ...The feeling of flying through darkness, somewhere into infinity. What awaits me ahead? The unknown is scary... Hey, what's this? The light? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel, damn it? Don't scare me like that!.. Wait a minute... Hey! I'm what... Am I going back?..

Chapter 1. The third object A sounded...

I'm thrown violently onto the asphalt.

I hit my left side hard, my elbows burn with pain — there will be abrasions...

Er?

Does it hurt? It hurts me! That means I'm alive! Heaven and the dungeons, I'm alive! Nothing hurts the dead! Everything is swimming in front of my eyes, there is a ringing in my ears — it must have hit me hard, and, apparently, it was my head that suffered the most. Hot... But in a different way, or what? Hmm, it's strange, but it seems to me that... It feels like something is burning somewhere very close by — has the Gazelle gone off?.. I wake up a little, rub my eyes, shake my head (oh, I shouldn't have done that!), look around...

Stop.

What the fuck?

WHERE AM I?!

The familiar panorama of an ordinary Russian city has disappeared, and it has been replaced by something futuristic and unreal. There were skyscrapers and high-rise buildings of unusual design all around, and smooth and good asphalt, which has long been listed in the Red Book in Russia, was underfoot (and ass at the same time)...

What am I talking about? That's not the main thing!

A real cannonade could be heard all around.

I've never been to a war, or even just to a shooting range, but I've seen enough action movies and documentaries to understand what's going on. Over a city unknown to me (eh?!) missiles traced their tracks, and combat helicopters flew by at low altitude (the brain turned on weapons identified them as American "Cobras", with a slight interspersing of our Mi-24 and legendary Ka-50 "black sharks"). From the underwing pylons of the helicopters, air-to-ground missiles and NURSES were torn down (approx. unguided rockets), automatic cannons rattled... Judging by the distant rumble, there were also combat aircraft somewhere at altitude; artillery was thundering steadily and steadily in the distance.

The fucking war...

Hey, wait, who's fighting with whom?

I turned my head, and I was just stunned.

...Have you ever been hit on the head? Or was it doused with ice water? Well, at the very least, just unexpectedly scared? Yeah, so there was a case... Well, it happened to me too.

So, I'm stating it responsibly — it's all just nonsense compared to what I've experienced. No, not only have I been hit on the head several times lately, which is why my mind hasn't started working better, but now it's also a direct blow to the psyche, right, fuck?..

...Frozen, as if under the gaze of a fabulous basilisk, I stared at IT with all my eyes.

A hefty car, taller than a ten-story building. In some ways it resembles a caricature copy of a human being. Two arms, two legs, a bastard in the middle... I'm sorry, but I can't call this stuff anything else — a torso that looks like an inverted triangle, a ridiculously shaped head sticking out of the chest and most of all resembling a bird's skull. Ribs protruding from the body, several pairs of what looked like gill slits on the sides, and all sorts of spikes... It's disgusting... The coloring is again dark green, like some kind of toad, but an extremely dirty shade, and in the middle of the body there is also some kind of red ball...

Fuck.

FUCK!

I remembered where I had seen it before. No, not lying in a mental hospital. And not after using narcotic drugs. And not in a state of delirium tremens. Oh no, I've seen it in a completely different place...

I saw it in the anime "Evangelion". The first episode, "Attack of the Object A" is called.

...Calmness immediately came over me. It just can't be, because it can never be.

I'm dreaming, or I'm just delusional.

Or maybe I'm still "stoned"?

Or does an ambulance arrive at the scene of a traffic accident and take me to the hospital, and on the way the kind orderlies throw some kind of filth at me?..

"It's all just my imagination... it seems... it seems..." Damn, how real it seems!

...Without getting to my feet, I quickly crawled away from the source of the heat — the helicopter burning on the ground. I wonder what it is? Oh, yes, that's a stupid question — an angel from a beamer put it in his hand... I awkwardly tried to get up, but immediately grimaced from the pain — I hit the side of the mother earth hard after all. I wonder if I have any more injuries?

I quickly examined myself to freeze in a stupor from what I saw.

IT WASN'T ME.

Okay, the black trousers are just like mine, and my white shirt is the same... lying around somewhere. It doesn't matter that I almost never wear such clothes, it doesn't matter...

But why the fuck do I look like a teenager?! Where are my twenty-two years? On Bolshoy Karetny?!

I started laughing nervously. Great job. Not only did I get into this brain-dead anime, but I also most likely ended up in the body of the main character named Ikari Shinji. Better known as a pathological whiner, a wimp and a horseman of the Apocalypse all rolled into one. That's what happened... I wish I'd been his dad, by God-I've always liked him better as a character, even though he's kind of a villain. And this one, if I may say so, is the main character... Just a quiet horror! No, where did they see such a neurotic Japanese guy? They're as impenetrable and calm as a tank armor — and here, on you! Not authentic, however... ...Meanwhile, the Angel emerged from a small valley between the hills and began to move slowly but inexorably towards the city, as expected without suffering any damage. Naturally, he is also protected by the AT-field. The rockets and shells only sank powerlessly in the faint golden glow surrounding the monster. He raised his claw hand and took aim...

Discharge! And one of the "Cobras" is falling apart.

Most of all, it looked like a movie laser shot, or some other kind of radiation crap. But how is that even possible? A laser or some other particle stream shouldn't be visible, though... Maybe there is some other principle underlying the work of A object beamer? Well, or is it just some kind of concomitant phenomena, such as the ionization of air molecules?

...Oh, what kind of ionized molecules and beamers?! God, when will he let me go!.. Suddenly, I felt sad and creepy, because I had never had such realistic dreams. And I didn't have any glitches from the dope I tried once...

What if it's all real? Maybe this is the one I begged for Another Chance? I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched my ear, driving away the delusional thought.

Ah, the infection! It hurts!..

..I rubbed my damaged auditory organ.

Did you want to live, you idiot? So now live in a psychedelic cartoon, on the eve of the Apocalypse and surrounded by complex schizophrenics! No, why do normal people end up in places like the Great Patriotic War, where even dying is the greatest thing, and I failed here? ...Suddenly, a golden glow intensified around the Angel (I don't remember what they call him here). He took off into the air easily enough (to the height of a five-story building, no less!), and after flying several hundred meters, landed right next to me.

A monstrous dirty-green foot dripping with mucus landed directly on the remains of the downed helicopter, crushing it into the ground. Four huge black claws left long furrows in the asphalt, and at that moment, apparently, the unexploded Cobra missiles detonated. An explosion broke out, and I was thrown to the side, painfully dragging along the asphalt. I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to somehow soften the forced flight at an extremely low altitude.

...No, into the abyss of such glitches and dreams! At least the shards didn't hit, damn it! Suddenly, there was a sharp screech of brakes, and a shadow covered me.

"Ikari Shinji?" Above the cacophony of the battle, I heard a melodious female voice. "I'm coming for you!"

I slowly opened my eyes, already knowing what I was about to see.

Wow, Misato Katsuragi!..

"Come on, get in the car!" Without really thinking about whether it was a dream or not, I quickly jumped to my feet and dove like a fish into the car, right through the driver's seat with Misato sitting on it. Somehow he crawled into the front seat, pulled up his legs, which were almost hit by the sharply slammed door...

"Hold on!" Katsuragi shouted, abruptly turning into reverse. It was only by a miracle that I managed to fasten my seat belt.

Object A (such a creature) was literally two steps away from us. But helicopter pilots (such creatures!) They didn't give a damn about it and continued firing guns and rockets at him. This alien freak doesn't give a shit, but by the way, it can cover us with fragments!

It was as if someone had hammered on the roof of the car with a sledgehammer — I had a panicked thought "they are the fragments!", but then, thank God, we got out of the danger zone. And right in front of us, the Angel's legs were breaking and crumbling the asphalt.

Damn, but we've just been there...

It's not pleasant to die twice in the morning... No, I'd rather live longer, even if it's in a cartoon. By the way, IT didn't look like a cartoon right now — everything was extremely natural. Neither give nor take is a reality. ...With a sharp jerk, the car bounced on the bump of the speed bump. I slammed my head into the low roof and hissed in pain.

Very realistic, damn it...

Captain's car (is that what her rank is?) She turned around, and we raced away from the battlefield. Probably even a stone was burning and melting there right now — the biorobot was hit at once by barrel and rocket artillery, rockets and bombs of various types and calibers... This amount of deadly explosive gear would probably be enough to smash a small city to dust...