Evangelion: The BLACK Chapter

Arrival

The air was cool as it struck me directly from above. I had a window seat so I could see what was left of Japan from above. The sea was as red as blood but flowed like water. It would've been an amazing sight if not for the threat of the Angels and, well, it being a sign of indescribable pollution. I sighed, thinking of how I missed the few blue lakes left in the states. But aside from this trip being part of my duty to human kind, is was also going to be a good chance to explore new things like, another country and it's culture. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. From what I could tell, as long as everything was still more or less apocalyptic, this would be a permanent move. No return to home anytime soon. No vacations to visit. Only half glitchy calls and crappy Skyping. Possibly letters. My family was a little old fashioned like that. All in all, though, they were excited and proud of my apparent potential to be part of a team for these so called pilots. A few were as old as me. Some younger. Their story was the same as mine. Or worse. But, as long as we didn't kill each other or die doing our jobs, it'd all be fine. I know, a bit grim and cruel to say, but the truth was, at any given moment, one or all of us could die. Of course I did sign up for this, so, I have to live, or possibly die in this case, with that choice and what comes with it. I had the chance to say no, too, but who could say no to the chance to participate in helping humanity survive? That'd kind of make me an ass. Reflecting on everything didn't really make me feel any better. The only things I could do were walk around freely or sleep. Seeing as we were another few hours away, I picked the latter. After all, the bad feeling I had kinda suggested that I would need it.

I was up and about again once the plane landed. I was instructed to make my way outside and take a ride with people waiting for me in the black van. A black van? How cliché, I thought rather loudly with my body movements and eye rolling. The pilot must have took it as a sign of me being tired of the seemingly endless traveling. "Don't worry. It's a pretty short ride," he assured me. I nodded with a bit of a grimace, realizing the ridiculousness of my situation as I walked down the few steps from the plane to the ground, approaching the car. I was being taken by unfamiliar government men in a black van to a mystery location where I'll be provided with details of my future assignment. Seriously, is this an old spy flick, or what? They opened the door for me and once inside they passed me a few files and books on project EVA and their organization, NERV. I skimmed over the rules and procedures seeing as they were probably repetitive explanations lining the pages. The files were handled more thoroughly. Within the last few documents, my basic file came up in the sheets stating standard facts like name, d.o.b., height, weight, and so on. However, the bottom of the sheet held my sync ratio and my psychological profile as of my last evaluation. Turns out that, basically, I'm an overconfident, prankster and joker with a severe hero complex and that my bravado and smart assery is a way to cope with more negative emotions, thoughts and events plaguing me as well as a defense mechanism to keep myself half shut in and half open with everyone that way, bonds are flimsy and can easily be broken so that I can force myself to be alone and convince myself that they're better off without me to avoid being hurt or causing pain, leaving many relationships, friend or otherwise very temporary once some form of strain or stress develops. I stared at my file for a good minute. Although I'd hate to admit it, she was rather spot on.