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June 1st, 2004, 03:50 PM
Just thought that I'd post this here after correcting several typos and errors. If any of you all notice other errors, feel free to tell me.
Please note: This is the first fan-fic I have completed, and you may notice odd chaptering and paragraphing. Anyways, there are 14 chapters here (well, 15 including the Epilogue), so here goes:
A dark cloud gathered overhead. Another storm was approaching. These storms where unusual. They seemed to appear in generally clear conditions and were gone just as fast. The storms generated some winds and rain, but that was about it. Scientists were at a loss to explain them. People were getting used to it. Tokyo, however normal it may seem, was not exactly a normal city.
Young Tezuka Katamari was a reporter for a local news station. He was just an average Joe kind of person. He didn’t stand out in a crowd, and he was no wealthier looking than the next person. He liked to take long drives out into the ancient forests of Japan. He was on one such trip currently.
He breathed in the cool air and watched the trees pass by. Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble. He stopped the car and got out. It was odd; the last earthquake here was nearly 30 years ago. He shook his head and got back in the car. Whatever it was, it had stopped. He continued his drive, until he reached his destination. It was a small river running down a hill. He got out of his car and stretched his arms. He looked around. The place was as beautiful as ever. He went down to the river and felt the water run through his fingers.
The ground trembled. He opened his eyes, and looked around suspiciously. He felt as if he were being watched. He felt as if he were surrounded by hundreds of people, all of them crying out to him. He didn’t move. Sweat was running down his forehead. He felt cornered, even though he was surrounded by nothing but loosely strung trees and an easy to cross river. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his eyes began to water. He could feel the presence of scores of people. All of them seemed to be crying in pain. It was almost as if they were trying to warn him of something.
Suddenly, the water burnt his fingers off. He screamed as a tremendous figure towered over him.
“GODZILLA!” He screamed as the creature roared and moved its massive foot over him.
Suddenly, Tezuka shot up in bed. He was drenched in sweat, and so were his pillow and bed sheets. This was the third time he had had this dream. He did not know why he kept having it. Godzilla hadn’t appeared for nearly fifty years, since his second attack in 2004. It was currently the year 2054. Tezuka got up and washed his face. He had an hour before he had to go to work. He knew that he wasn’t going to sleep, so he took a walk around his apartment.
Godzilla, though common knowledge, was laughed at. Children collected toys of him for a while before they lost interest. Godzilla was just a big joke. Tezuka had been assigned several stories on Godzilla, so he knew about his first appearance 100 years ago in 1954. He also knew about the monsters second appearance in 2004, where the creature was met with opposition in the form of three giant monsters that had once protected Japan in ancient times. Godzilla was nothing to be laughed at, but hardly anybody was interested in him anymore. People had worse things to worry about. There was tension between many of the European countries. The United Nations had been progressively advancing in its efforts around the world. Some countries now considered themselves controlled by the UN. The United States of America, England, Germany, China, and many other nations had joined this quest. A true global civilization was forming. Only several nations remained neutral, including many parts of Europe and Japan. In 2026, the UN had been renamed “The United Nations of Earth.” Though it seemed like an odd name, it was fitting. Advances in space exploration had led to the first sighting of a UFO in space. If extra-terrestrials ever did come to earth, it was reasonable to greet them with a working government.
Technology was reaching newer and better levels by the minute. A working laser gun had been tested in 2013, and became standard issue for the military by 2015. Quantum physics had lead to the discovery of a new kind of energy inside the atoms of living creatures in 2034. This new energy was named “spirit energy.” Though the name was often something scientists rolled their eyes at, they let the public name it anyway. The energy produced as much energy monthly as a nuclear plant would in a year just at the expense of one common house fly. However, this energy was highly controversial. Many people had a strong standing against it. Some nations had already banned it.
Traditional nuclear plants were now cheap to build and easy to maintain. For this reason, nuclear power was still the main source of energy around the globe. Even some nuclear powered weapons and machines were still in existence. One of these “antiques” was still surviving even after its decline shortly after the great battle of Europe in 2024 (often called World War III, though it wasn’t nearly as large or terrible, much surprisingly, as the past two world wars), the Nuclear Submarine.
One such submarine was returning to Japan after a routine patrol of nearby waters. It was the Japanese sub Kiryu.
A feeling of relief was among the crewmen. They were finally going home. It’d been almost a week at sea, but now they would finally get their break.
Kenichi, the commander of the sub, smiled at the cheerfulness. He hadn’t been home for nearly a month, and he had missed the birth of his second son. He smoothed back his hair and shook hands with some of his crew. He liked these kids. They were fine workers, and they knew what they were doing.
Suddenly, one of them who was sitting at the radar screens yelled out. “Sir! We are on a collision course with an unidentified object! Approaching fast at 300 meters. Size 60 meters!” He said. Kenichi ran over to him, and looked at the radar screen. It was huge!
“What is it? It’s too big to be a whale, and too small to be any sub we know of. Try to contact if it is some new kind of ship!” He said. The man tried to bring up anybody from the object.
“No unnatural radio signals sir. It isn’t another sub.” He stated. Kenichi grabbed the mike and yelled his orders into it.
“Red alert! Red alert! Get to your stations NOW! This is not a drill!” He slammed the mike down as the warning lights and sirens blared.
“Ready the torpedoes!” He yelled. The gentle whirring sound of a modern torpedo being placed in its launch tube was heard, and a clank as the door shut.
“Fire torpedo one!” He yelled. “Firing!” The sub shook slightly as a torpedo blasted out of the sub. Everyone watched in silence on the radar screen as the torpedo closed very quickly with the target.
“Direct hit!” Kaneko yelled as the sub shook from the shockwave. Everyone cheered, but suddenly, the man at the screen yelled, “Target not destroyed! Target still approaching, and its getting faster!”
“Impossible…” Kenichi said. Those torpedoes were the top of the line. They could sink almost anything! Even a warning shot could blast half of a Mega-Destroyer to shards of scrap metal.
“Fire another torpedo!” Kenichi yelled. Another one was launched. Everyone watched the radar screen. It was another direct hit.
“Target still approaching! What should we do?!” The man at the screen said. But Kenichi did not answer. He was stupefied as to what could survive two direct hits with this subs torpedoes.
“Object at 100 meters. 80. 60. 40. 20….” Everybody listened as they heard the sound of the outside. Time seemed to slow and the sub grew quiet. A tremendous eerie moaning sound, like some demonic whale, reverberated throughout the sub, shaking everything in it.
Suddenly, the whole vessel shook as if some terrible giant had pelted the sub with his mighty sledgehammer. Everyone fell off their feet or out of their seats. The ship shook violently, and water suddenly poured in from above. A terrible bell-like bellow was heard. Kenichi suddenly realized what had just destroyed his ship, remembering the images he had seen when he was just a boy.
“Godzilla…” He whispered before the entire ship filled with water in only several seconds.
Meanwhile, in Tokyo Bay, a small research vessel was scanning the bottom of the bay. Odd events occurring during mining operations beneath the bay led some to believe that oxygen levels down here were unusually low. It was suggested that this was the cause of a chemical weapon detonated here nearly a hundred years ago that killed the original Godzilla. But, most scientists agreed this was nonsense. They had agreed that Godzilla had most likely been driven off by the military, explaining why the creature seemed pretty much intact when he returned after 50 years.
The mini-sub reached the bottom of the bay and extended a robotic arm. Ever so gently, soil was scooped up into a tube. The arm pulled itself in, capped the tube, and put it inside the submersibles outer compartment. The compartment closed and sucked itself and the tube dry. It then opened into the sub. Somebody reached inside and grabbed it. They studied the tube with their eyes, and then placed it in a tray.
The sub collected two more samples, and then went to the surface. The soil samples were delivered to a lab for analyses.
June 1st, 2004, 03:51 PM
Tezuka drove down the street and looked up at the immense buildings of Tokyo. They dwarfed the skyscrapers of years ago. Near the bay area was a gigantic building, taller than any other seen on the earth. And it was still unfinished. When it was done, the building would be nearly a mile high. The building was there to diminish the population crunch that had plagued Tokyo, and indeed all of Japan for many, many years. The building was only about halfway finished, but it was still enormous. Many of the levels had already been opened. Construction began nearly 10 years ago. It would probably take another 10 years to complete the building. It was a proud symbol of Japanese power.
Japan was up amongst the few countries powerful enough to be considered a threat by the UNE. Tezuka continued past the structure, even though he could still see it. In fact, the building wouldn’t fully disappear from site for several miles in any direction. Tezuka arrived at the Tokyo News Corporation Headquarters. As soon as he stepped into the building he knew something was up. Apparently, news had been leaked about a Japanese Nuclear Submarine sinking on its way home. This was big news. There hadn’t been a submarine sinking since 2014, and that was merely an accident. This would surely have the Japanese government flared up.
Tezuka sat down in his station and switched his computer on. He typed in his password, and then began looking around the station’s database for the story. He found it and read it. He was shocked. If Japan went to war now, that could mean he would be drafted. The Japanese military was high in technology, but it low in recruits. He could hear the news being broadcasted from the station. Several TVs were on, all of them on a different news channel. Images of the wrecked sub were being played out in long lines, with reporters talking quickly, almost in a panic. The sub looked for the most part smashed in on itself. However, there were three huge gash marks along the side, and a large missing area near the middle, were the reactor should be. According to the reports, the reactor was gone, and the gash marks were unknown. That wasn’t entirely true though. One of the senior executives who was out watching the screens, suddenly said, “My God…” His eyes widened, and sweat ran down his forehead. He knew what would cause this, and Tezuka had a hunch. He ran back to his computer, and pulled up his old report on Godzilla. He found the image he was looking for, and then looked at the image on the screen. The only difference was the obvious technological ones. Several people stopped and looked at the computer. “Godzilla?” They said. Tezuka nodded.
The Marinas Trench
A diving crew splashed down into the water. They were going down to see how far down their new equipment would allow them. The field of ocean exploring was almost centered on the trench. This area had many unique species of wildlife. The nearby islands were also very unique. It was a marine biologist’s nightmare. Nobody had ever been able to get down to the opening of the trench without a sub, but subs were not reliable when trying not to ram into walls from violent under water whirlpools formed by earthquakes down at the bottom of the trench. Though it may not seem safe to send people down into such a hostile environment, it was cheaper, and at least people could actually hold on, since the whirlpools really weren’t that strong near the opening of the trench.
The team pushed themselves down the rope. The leader, gave the thumbs up to Junko, the diver who was to stay at the bottom of the boat, in case something happened and the team needed help. The team disappeared into the darkness. Junko was suddenly alone. He knew that just several feet above his head were at least 4 people, but he could not see or hear them. All he felt were goose bumps. He saw a large dark figure moving nearby, towards the bottom. He was scared, but it was probably just another whale. The figure began to sing, its haunting song giving Junko more goose bumps. The whales were somewhat annoying. Their calls often confused the radar on the boat, and they liked to check out the teams when they were descending, often nudging them playfully or swimming in large circles around them.
However, this figure was solitary, and seemed frantic. Most whales traveled in pods at slow paces. You hardly saw a lone whale around here unless it was dead. Another, much larger shadow appeared behind the whale. Something about this new figure caused Junko to start shaking. He was scared. Petrified. He looked down at this blackness moving through the blackness, and his terror was like nothing he had ever felt. The new shape enveloped the whale, which stopped singing abruptly. The larger black figure moved directly underneath Junko. He could hear several cries above him, as the radio transmitted the noises from the team back to the ship. Suddenly, the rope began to tug. It tugged even more, and then was loose. And then, the entire ship was pulled downwards violently, and then violently sprang back up. Junko was knocked unconscious, and one of the scientists on board fell off the boat. He was pulled back up as Junko came to. He looked down, and saw the dark figure again. It was getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. He then became aware of two pearl white orbs. They seemed to move with the darkness. Junko realized that they were eyes. He began shivering again, and suddenly, the black figure came into the light. A massive reptilian head was built around the soulless pure white eyes. The teeth of the creature were enormous. All of them were easily the size of Junko himself. Junko was frozen in terror. As the creature approached the boat, it opened its maw and let out a bell-like roar. Everyone on the ship looked down to see a massive blackness enveloping the water underneath the vessel. Junko screamed in the radio, and the ship was suddenly bent in half as the beast crushed it in his mouth. Godzilla rose from the sea, with half of the boat in his mouth. One man remained alive on the boat. He could see down Godzilla’s throat. He watched as the back of the throat lit up, and suddenly, he felt something like a hot wind as energy was sucked down Godzilla’s mouth, and then he was incinerated as a beam of blue fire shot from the monsters throat and out of its mouth. Godzilla let out a cruel roar of pleasure, as he felt the spirits of those he had just killed crying for mercy to the souls that possessed the monster. The spirits disappeared, and Godzilla fell face forward into the sea, continuing its journey to Japan. The king of the monsters was back.
June 1st, 2004, 03:52 PM
Kazuki Serizawa looked into the tube that held the soil samples from the bay. He was assigned to look for signs of life in the samples. The records on the computer showed that at about midnight last night, the machinery detected life in the tubes. The ordeal lasted only a second, and the life disappeared from the machines detectors. Kazuki was curious as to how this life existed. He believed in the invention of his great uncle. He believed that these creatures were indeed the result of the detonation of a chemical weapon that destroys oxygen to kill Godzilla in 1954, who wouldn’t be seen for another fifty years.
Suddenly, the computer screen nearby flashed red, and a meter showing a steady line suddenly began erratically moving up and down, like a seismograph recording a major earthquake. Kazuki quickly typed something into the computer. The machine took the tube out of its holding area, and moved it over to a new version of an X-ray. The tube was scanned, and the image popped up on the computer. Kazuki gasped and looked at the results. What appeared to be some type of tiny crab was in the tube. The chart suddenly stopped moving, and the image faded. The crab disappeared. The tube was automatically placed back in its holder with the other tubes. Kazuki saved the X-ray image, and sent it through e-mail to his boss on the other side of Tokyo. His boss was probably sleeping, as it was already 11:30 at night and he had been working hard lately. Kazuki decided that there was nothing more he could do. He retired for the night, leaving the lab and heading home.
Back in the lab, the tubes began to shake. There was a popping noise, and the sound of something melting. Dirt fell onto the table from the glass tubes as holes melted their way through the glass, and some weird scent filled the room from evaporating oxygen. In response to the disturbance, the tubes were moved over a nearby sink as the dirt was automatically cleaned off the table. Some dirt fell into the sink, which was dripping water. The dirt was pulled down the drain, taking with it the seeds of destruction…
“ALERT! ALERT! Alarming rise of temperature near the Marinas Islands!” A siren blared. People jumped into their seats and began analyzing the steady stream of data coming in. “What could be causing this?” General Tomoyuki asked. These rises of temperature had been occurring all over the place recently. This one seemed to be the biggest of them. Along with these reports were tales of strange blue fire bursting from the sea and engulfing ships. Nobody knew how to explain this, but an older man stepped up to the general. He was Akira, a war veteran as well as a survivor of Godzilla’s second attack.
“Sir” He said, “I think I know what is doing this.”
“What’s that?” Tomoyuki asked.
“Godzilla. I believe he has returned.”
“That’s nonsense. Godzilla was blown up remember? He’s been dead for fifty years!” Tomoyuki said.
“Yes, that is what they said last time he came. I remember what happened those days. My entire family was killed in his raid! I remember all the accounts of what led up to Godzilla’s reappearance, and these accounts are being repeated as we speak!” Akira stated. The General sighed. He didn’t want to shoot down the old mans opinion. He had been through a lot as a child, and even more so as an adult. This man was not crazy, he was probably the most respected person in the JSDF, and he knew a lot more then the General.
“Well, we’ll look into it.” Tomoyuki said. With that, Akira left the room.
“Sir, we’ve got a ship near the area. Want them to investigate?” A man sitting at one of the stations asked.
“Sure.” Tomoyuki said complacently.
Near the Marinas Trench, the Japanese Mega-Destroyer Kamakiri got the signal to investigate a raise of temperatures nearby. They headed in the direction of the disturbance. There seemed to be nothing wrong.
“Sir, we’ve got something on radar. Something big.” Somebody said to the captain.
“What is it? A ship of some sort?” The captain replied.
“I don’t know. It looks like a giant atoll. Um, it’s also moving sir.”
“A moving Atoll? What does that mean?” The captain asked confused. He looked out the window and saw what appeared to be a blue reef.
“What the hell is that doing out here?” Suddenly, the reef jerked violently, and something rose out of the water in front of it.
“Oh my god…” The captain said. Everybody on the ship screamed. Godzilla looked at the ship, and bellowed.
“OPEN FIRE!” The captain screamed. The ships guns swung around at Godzilla, and began firing at the monster. Godzilla bellowed as the shells exploded violently against and around him, but they didn’t penetrate his skin. He swatted at the air to get rid of the smoke and roared at the ship. His tail thrashed angrily in the water behind him, churning up whirlpools. Godzilla advanced on the ship. The ship tried to move around and get away.
“What’s happening down there?!” A concerned voice asked over the radio. The captain picked up the radio and said, “Sir, I have some bad news for Japan. Godzilla is back. I repeat: Godzilla is back and he is attacking our ship!” There was silence on the other end of the line as the people who were listening recoiled in shock and fear. The captain began to say something else, but Godzilla’s roar drowned out his voice and broadcasted to the entire room and everyone in it the heart-stopping shriek of an enraged demon. Everybody stopped what they were doing. Somebody dropped their coffee cup which loudly shattered on the floor, bringing some people out of their trance.
Back on the ship, the captain looked out in terror at the demonic pure white eyes of the monster. Godzilla seemed to look at the captain strait back into his eyes. Into his soul. The captain began to cry as he saw horrifying images of death and destruction. Decay and hate, especially hate. The captain was a hardened man. He hadn’t cried since in twenty years since his wife died. And now it seemed that the overwhelming sense of evil radiating off of Godzilla had engulfed him, and indeed anyone who dared look the beast strait in the eye. Godzilla roared, knocking the captain and everyone else alert, and reached for the ship with its arms. He grabbed the front part and tore into it. The sound of twisting steel and the death screams of forty or so men filled the cabin. The captain ordered the ship to make a run for it, but he knew it was hopeless. Godzilla’s back plates began glowing brightly, making a sizzling and sparking noise, and suddenly a blue ray shot from the monsters mouth. It exploded the entire front section of the ship. It did not reach the cabin however. Godzilla passed through the area were the front half of the destroyer used to be, seeming to ignore the rest of the ship. The people in the cabin let out a sigh of relief. This ship was designed to be able to support just one half of itself. The captain grabbed the radio and said into it, “The monster has destroyed the front half of the ship, and is now passing through, ignoring the rest of us. Hundreds of my crewmen are dead, but at least most of us survived. We will return home as soon as possible.”
Suddenly, Godzilla fell face forward in the water, making a tremendous splash. His tail blew out of the water behind him, flew over the remaining part of the deck, and slammed into the cabin, literally knocking it off the ship. Godzilla turned around and grabbed the other half of the ship with his claws and teeth, and pulled it down into the water with him.
Above water, a massive explosion of water occurred, water blasting everywhere. Burnt bodies were scattered all over the place. A triangular fin rose above the surface of the water and approached one of the bodies. The shark pulled it under water and tore it to shreds. His kin would feed well tonight.
June 1st, 2004, 03:53 PM
Everybody in the room listened to the screams of terror coming through the radio. They knew that it was hopeless to try and help. Godzilla was back, and now it seemed that he was preparing to once again terrorize Japan. Tomoyuki looked at Akira. He felt sorry for even thinking the old man was wrong. He should’ve listened. Maybe then his men would not be out there dying with no hope of rescue. Tomoyuki got up.
“I want everybody to remain calm. Call the Prime Minister, give him the bad news, and arrange a public hearing.” He said. Somebody came running up to him.
“Sir, we’ve just got a few images from the ships security cameras.” He said, holding up three large pictures. One of them showed what looked like a jagged bone-white reef sticking out of the water. The next was blurred, a black form rising out of the water in front of the reef. The final image was crystal clear. The head and neck of Godzilla were sticking out of the water, as well as its shoulders and chest. The beast was sneering, its large teeth dripping water and its pearl white eyes glaring at the ship.
“Use this one. It’ll get everybody’s attention…” The General said.
Little over an hour later, Prime Minister Shigeru walked to a podium across billions of TV screens around the world.
“Friends,” He said, “I am afraid that today brings some very bad news for Japan, if not the whole world. At precisely 2:23 PM, the Japanese Mega-Destroyer Kamakiri was destroyed near the Marinas Trench.” Reporters in the audience, including Tezuka, began to talk among themselves. “However, this was not an act of war made by any nation. One Hundred years ago, a giant monster named Godzilla destroyed Tokyo. Fifty years ago, that same monster nearly destroyed Yokohama. Little more than an hour ago, the creature made its reappearance and destroyed our ship.”
Suddenly, a screen opened up behind the Prime Minister, and the image that Tomoyuki had chosen appeared. Everybody gasped in shock. Tezuka sighed. He already knew that this was what all this was about, but he had wished that it could have been something else. Hell, he would rather this have been an act of war than an act of Godzilla.
“We’ve sent a recovery team to the area to check for survivors, but it to was destroyed by the monster. We have gathered our military might, and have asked for help from the United Nations. They have agreed to help us in our first offensive against the monster as it approaches Japanese territory near Iwo Jima. A Japanese Carrier with a Fighter squadron and two Battleships are already there waiting for the monster. Let us all pray that they stop the creature before it causes widespread death and destruction for us all.” With that, the Prime Minister left the room. Camera flashes instantly filled the room.
Tezuka shot a few pictures, and then slipped out the back door. He looked up at the Diet Building. It was a proud symbol of Japanese power, and had been for more than a hundred years. He then got into his jet car and speeded off.
Godzilla bellowed and stepped onto the island. He was immediately met with a round of missiles.
The attack had started nearly 10 minutes ago when Godzilla first raised its head out of the water. The creature seemed oblivious the constant barrage of lasers and missiles. A laser struck the monster dead in the chest. The monster bellowed as the area steamed for a second, but then the steaming was gone. A large missile struck Godzilla’s shoulder. A tiny chunk of flesh flew out of the wound and fell into the roof of a vehicle. The person inside looked at the chunk of flesh, which was about the size of a cat and sitting in the passenger seat. He suddenly felt very sick. He looked at his standard issue radiation detector. It was going haywire. He fell out of his car and threw up. He wouldn’t make it through the night.
Godzilla’s foot slammed down on a road. He bellowed and watched a jet fly by at incredible speeds. Much faster than the last jets Godzilla had faced. The jet fired a volley of lasers at Godzilla, who shrugged it off. However, the jet had gotten too close. With a swift motion, Godzilla’s tail flew up in the air and met the jet head on. The pilot didn’t even have time to scream as his jet blew up in mid-air. Godzilla watched another jet that was approaching from the left. It was being followed by two others. His back plates began to glow a bright blue color to a sizzling and sparking noise. Particles of air were sucked down the monsters throat before being blasted out with a tremendous heat ray. The beam struck the lead jet, which immediately exploded. The jet behind it slammed into the burning remains. The pilot managed to escape before his jet exploded. However, Godzilla’s ray, following the last jet, evaporated the pilot before he even opened his parachute. The remaining jet tried to escape the ray, but Godzilla’s neck and head were turning faster than the pilot would expect. Finally, Godzilla cut off his ray. The jet escaped, its two wings sizzling but not burning. The jet fired a round of missiles at Godzilla. They struck the creature in the back, causing several large explosions. Godzilla roared in surprise and was knocked forward by the force of the blasts. His face slammed into a cliff. The pilot looked down. Godzilla was motionless, slumped against the cliff. He cheered, as several missiles and lasers blasted the monster and the cliff above him. A landslide occurred, and Godzilla was buried under tons of dirt and rock. “YES!” The pilot cheered as nearly the entire cliff fell on Godzilla. Maybe they had won after all.
The news quickly spread around the country. Godzilla was buried under tons of dirt and rock. Possibly forever. A worldwide sigh of relief was heard. The drama was only an hour old, and it was already complete. At least that was the thought. Seismic activity was already being recorded in the area. The military surveillance piled on the island. If Godzilla rose from the dirt, he would be met with the single strongest resistance force ever made against one entity…
“Volume up.” Jonathon said. The TVs volume turned up as Jon watched the news. He was visiting from the US, here to marry his Japanese fiancé. He was watching the report about Godzilla while his fiancé was out with her family.
He got up and went to the sink. He got a glass of water and drank it down. He felt something go down his throat and coughed. He shrugged it off and sat back down. He started to sweat, even though it was relatively cool in his fiancé’s parent’s home. He got up and turned the fan on, but he felt dizzy. He nearly fell over, but managed to get back in his seat. His stomach ached.
Suddenly, he cried out in pain. He went into convulsions. His stomach sagged, and suddenly a hole formed above his belly button. The hole grew. Blood poured from the wound, and he began to throw up blood. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he suddenly stopped thrashing. His hands and fingers continued to spasm, but he was dead. The hole in his stomach consumed his chest, and spread down to his legs. Strangely, no more blood flowed. His organs were also consumed, and the hole spread around his entire body. Finally, his bones were exposed.
After several minutes, tiny red crabs were hardly visible crawling around the bones, eating away at the skeleton itself. Finally, Jon was gone, his clothes and the blood puddle around them the only thing that testified he had ever existed. The crabs scattered, going all over the house. Several of them met in a closed bedroom. They merged into each other. All of the crabs went to this room, and they all merged into each other. Growing larger and larger…
June 1st, 2004, 03:54 PM
The police gathered around the house. Several people went in, and came out with their hands covering their mouths. The stench of death waded from the open front door.
“You Ok?” Koji asked Yuri, a new policewoman who had been the first to arrive at the scene. She nodded her head, but deep down she felt terrible. She had been to several scenes of death already, but this was like nothing she had ever seen. When she had arrived, she instantly saw the neatly laid clothes with a puddle of blood surrounding them.
Though scared, she moved on to the kitchen. There she found a dog. From the stomach down it had been skeletonized. A look of terror was on the dogs face. She managed to make herself look into the dog. All of its internal organs were gone, except for one of its half-eaten lungs, which had slid out onto the floor.
She then found a huge hole in the wall. From the direction of the debris, it looked as if something huge had punched through it. She had shuddered and continued on, and found a sealed door. She managed to blast it open with her laser rifle, and was sucked inside, as if she had opened a door into space. She found and nearly landed on the corpses of three people, an old man, an old woman, and a young child. It looked as if they had all been sucked dry. She had managed to hold up for this long, but the sight of the dead child had broken her to tears.
She managed to go the next room, which had a door ripped apart in its doorway. There she found a young woman with a bloody hole in her stomach. The woman’s blank eyes had rolled into her head, but the look of terror was still there. In her hand, she held her cell phone. This was the phone that had called the police station three times. All she had heard on them were screams and hurried words.
Remembering what had happened, Yuri lost it and broke into tears. Koji hugged her tight. “Why don’t you go home? You need some rest.” Koji said. With that, he led her to her car. After a minute or two, the jet car finally turned on and sped off the scene.
Koji sighed and rubbed his temples. This was way out of his league. He had never seen such horror in a murder before, and he had seen many murders in his lifetime. Whoever, or whatever, had done this was surely deadlier than anything he had dealt with. The oxygen in that one room had been completely drained. No weapon currently known was capable of such, but Koji knew that he had the responsibility to find this killer. Whatever he or it was using, it could decide to suck the oxygen out of any completely sealed room. Even government offices. Koji looked around. There were several houses surrounded by trees in this relatively small neighborhood just outside Tokyo. Why would a killer strike here? Nowadays, murders where mostly over money. Maybe some new cult? He didn’t know. Whatever it was, it hadn’t used laser fire or even outdated bullets. He walked around to the back of the house. Whatever had done this had also punched through a foot of solid concrete, as this house was designed to weather strong typhoons. He saw the trail of debris lead to a fence that was ripped apart. The drop off that followed shortly after the fence fell to the beach far below. Several pieces of concrete were down there, along with what looked like footprints of some spike-footed creature, which led into the sea. A team of people were already down there, looking for any more clues.
Speaking of typhoons, one was due to arrive in two days. Koji looked out at the quiet sea, which this house provided a beautiful view of. “The calm before the storm.” He said to himself soberly, turning and going back to his car.
“General, we got another earthquake on our monitors.” A soldier said to his American officer, Dan.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do ‘bout it ‘till Godzilla decides to surface.” Dan said in a deep southern accent.
“Yes sir.” The soldier said, leaving the general’s room. The general was the commander of the 22nd Laser Jet squadron. If Godzilla came out of the ground, his men would be the first to attack him.
Suddenly, the floor shook underneath the general. It grew in intensity, and nearly knocked Dan out of his chair. He looked out of his window, and saw rocks tumbling down the large pile that had buried Godzilla.
“How could he survive that?” Dan asked himself. The rumbling stopped, and an eerie moaning noise haunted out of the monsters tomb. There was no doubt that Godzilla was still alive under that, but he seemed to be trapped there. Several jets were already circling the rock pile, their missiles and laser turrets all focused on the tomb. The rocks began to rumble again. Godzilla’s muffled roar was again heard. The ships that were surrounding the island began to move forward. Dan ordered his pilots to get in their jets. It looked like Godzilla was about to reveal himself once more. The movement stopped. A strange bright blue light emanated from the rocks, and suddenly, a huge beam blasted from the rocks and struck a nearby Mega-Destroyer. The ship exploded, rocking the Carrier and consuming three jets in a ball of fire. By the time the pilots got their bearings, it was too late, and they crashed into the cliff.
“Damn!” Dan yelled. He almost ordered his men to attack, but he knew that it was pointless. It would take at least an hour before the lasers and missiles could clear the boulders. Godzilla had outsmarted them. Dan grabbed his radio and broadcasted to the rest of the ships to pull back. There was nothing they could do except sink now. Another beam shot from the other side of the rock pile, blowing up a Japanese ship. The beam continued, and scanned across the area, destroying hundreds of ships. Dan pulled his ship around the island to safety just in time, but only three other ships made it with him. Three ships out of hundreds. Godzilla had just accomplished destroying nearly half the world’s air and sea might.
Dan knew what this meant. The Pacific Ocean now belonged to Godzilla. It would take at least a week to gather the ships from the Atlantic, seeing as the Panama Canal was being controlled by terrorists at the moment. Dan shook his head sadly.
Suddenly, several large rocks burst out from the back of the island. Godzilla shot out of the hole he had dug and, with an unnatural speed, landed on the Carrier. The mighty ship broke in two as Godzilla bellowed and blasted the other two ships to scrap metal with his beam.
Dan screamed as he fell through the glass of his office and slid down the landing strip alongside his men to the ocean. He fell into the water, and grabbed onto the first thing he touched. He pulled himself up, and screamed when he realized he was clutching the dead body of the soldier he had talked to no more then several minutes beforehand. He pushed the body away from him, but suddenly was kicked down into the water as a desperate man tried to use his shoulders to launch himself back on the ship, which was slowly righting it self. Dan then felt a rough surface, and began to climb it. He gasped for air when he reached the surface. He looked up the bumpy black wall, and saw that he had just climbed Godzilla.
Godzilla was looking at the people swimming around him. He growled, bellowed, and suddenly dived quickly into the water. The wake of the creature’s passing pulled most of the ship and the people down with the monster, finally ending the horror of the Iwo Jima battle.
June 1st, 2004, 03:55 PM
Kazuki Serizawa rushed into his lab. He ran over to his sink and grabbed his key off it. He had accidentally left the key to his wife’s jet car in his lab. He needed that key, since his car needed to have its battery cells replaced.
Kazuki suddenly noticed that on his computer there were several large spikes on the monitoring graphs. He realized that he hadn’t been to his lab in almost three days. He went over and checked the computer’s records. The life had been detected around midnight the night he left. He noticed that the tubes were almost absent of dirt.
“Oh crap.” He said.
He quickly looked down into the sink. He cursed himself. He had left the sink dripping. He had stupidly placed the sink there. He was told to put a trashcan or some other type of container, but he saw no harm in a sink. He quickly plugged the sinks drain and turned the sink all the way off. He looked at the tubes.
“Well, something was in there…” He mumbled.
“At this hour, there is still no confirmed cause of death for the people in this home.” Tezuka said into the camera. “It would seem that some kind of cult had done this. Several local groups are being investigated as we speak, but it is highly doubted any of them would have access to an oxygen-draining weapon.” With that, Tezuka thought about the Oxygen Destroyer. It was the only weapon in all of mans history that could cause such a thing. ”But why? Who? What could have access to an Oxygen Destroyer? Its creator died with the first and only use of the weapon…” He thought.
The cameraman threw up his hands in frustration. Tezuka snapped out of thought, and continued his report.
“The bodies of 5 people were found inside the house by Officer Yuri Hattori; two senior citizens and a young child seemed to be sucked dry and suffocated, a blood puddle was found near the front of the home in the living room with clothes in the center of it. Judging by the clothing, it would appear to be the remains of a twenty or thirty year old. The blood puddle and the last body, a young woman, had identical engagement rings. DNA tests are being conducted, and the man was not a relative, but shared DNA patterns with the child. Still, a search for any living relatives of the two families is being conducted. Tokyo News Corporation will continue to update on the situation as more information is given. Back to you Yoshi.” With that, the cameraman turned the camera off and looked accusingly at Tezuka.
“What?” He asked.
“You blanked out. TNC will have our necks for this.” He replied angrily.
Tezuka laughed. “You worry too much. I remember when you were a reporter. You blanked out every time a bird flew by.” The cameraman mumbled something to himself and packed the camera into the van.
“We got a few minutes before we head back. I don’t know about you, but I need a nap.” The cameraman said, getting into the van and leaning his chair back. Tezuka walked to the back of the house, were several people were cleaning up the wreckage.
“What do you think caused all this?” He asked a police officer standing nearby.
“I have no idea.” The officer said, shaking his head. Tezuka looked up at the house. He stared at the hole in the back of the house and the trail of debris leading to the cliff.
“Whatever it was, it can break through solid concrete and survive a fall of a hundred feet.” Tezuka said, thinking about it. This must have something to do with the Oxygen Destroyer. Air could be vacuumed out of a sealed room, but oxygen remained no matter what. Whatever had done this had destroyed the oxygen in that room.
“Destroyer…” Tezuka murmured.
“Huh?” The officer asked.
Tezuka snapped out of his trance and said, “Nothing,” then turned and headed back to the van. He pounded on the door and got in.
The cameraman complained that he needed some sleep, but he reluctantly turned the van on and sped back to headquarters.
A child screamed. People ran from the sight. An old man laughed. The plastic structure, designed to look like Godzilla slid back into the ground. Everyone had a good laugh, and continued to play in the water. The old man sat with his feet in the water.
The water park had been built several years ago, and was a favorite summer recreational hotspot. It was bustling with business today, as people tried to get in some fun activity before the Typhoon struck.
The old man got up and stumbled over to the water fountain. He drank from it then dived into the water. He felt queasy, but shook it off. Suddenly, his stomach growled and churned violently. He held his stomach and cried out in pain. Suddenly, blood clouded the water around him. People screamed and some swam over to help him. They too began to feel sick.
The park manager ran out of his office and to the scene. Blood was everywhere, and he saw, to his horror and disbelief, a skeleton being supported by two quickly evaporating bodies. He sounded for everyone to get out of the water, but it was too late.
By the time the police arrived, the body count was staggering. The water had a fresh coat of red, but even that was deteriorating. Skeletons lay strewn across the bottom of the pool, but those were also being disintegrated. The police covered their mouths. Yuri Hattori cried out in horror, as she was again confronted by this new killer.
“The water, it’s… it’s… eating away at the people!” An officer next to her stammered.
She turned her head from the scene and walked back to her car as the ambulance and news crews arrived.
A van from Tokyo New Corporation pulled up. The cameraman got out of the front seat and slammed the door.
“’You’re the closest there’ my ass…” He said angrily.
Tezuka got out and went to the nearest police officer, who he recognized as Yuri Hattori.
“Excuse me miss, but would you mind explaining what happened here?” He asked her. She looked up at him, her face was red from crying.
“Oh, well, is there anybody else who could talk?” He asked. She pointed at the park. Tezuka frowned, but he knew that she was in no mood to talk. He and the cameraman walked over to the park entrance, and gasped at what they saw.
June 1st, 2004, 03:56 PM
Kazuki Serizawa watched the report on the news from his lab. He was shocked at the news, and wondered what could have happened…
He looked down at the empty tubes, now sitting motionlessly in a case.
“It can’t be…” He said, continuing to watch the news. Suddenly, he heard his computer say, “E-mail received from Takao Masaki.” He went over to his computer and opened the e-mail. Takao was his boss; apparently he hadn’t checked his e-mail in several days.
“Unable to identify creature. Where did you find this?” Kazuki typed his reply and clicked “send.”
After a conversation with his boss over e-mail, Kazuki rubbed his eyes and looked up at the TV screen. The news was still on.
“Water samples have been taken very carefully from the pool, and scientists are studying them as we speak. They are looking for what could have caused this, possibly some chemical. It is still unclear whether or not this is somehow related to the murders we reported on earlier today, but…” Tezuka’s eyes widened in horror. The cameraman, confused, turned around, and screamed.
The policemen were talking amongst themselves, and jerked around at the sound of the scream.
An un-earthly shriek filled the area, and a creature, easily bigger than a man, appeared at the front gate to Tokyo Water Works. The beast was almost ten feet tall, and looked like some demon of dreams. It had sharp pointed legs at its bottom, which supported an upraised body with two crab-like claws near the bottom of the body, topped off by double-sided ax-shaped head with a long snout and yellow eyes. A tail with a claw at the end of it flared behind the creature. The overall color was a deep blood red.
The cameraman was frozen in terror as the beast snarled and approached him. He screamed and ran, but the giant creature easily caught up to him. It grabbed him with its clawed mouth and refused to let him go.
Tezuka ran and tried to save him, but the policemen grabbed him and shoved him behind them as the loaded their laser guns and took aim. The giant crab-like creature suddenly screeched with delight, and the man he was holding suddenly screamed in pain. The man’s screams were carried to Tezuka, who could do nothing but watch in horror.
“SHOOT IT!” Tezuka screamed at the officers.
“Your cameraman is in the way! I can’t get a clear shot without shooting him too!” One of them replied. Suddenly, the man in the creatures clutches became limp. The creature dragged him behind a wall, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh waded from behind the wall.
The policemen ran to the other side of the wall with their guns ready. Suddenly, the wall exploded outward and an officer was literally torn in two by the creature. It let out its cry of war and suddenly opened its mouth and released a bright purple beam. The beam hit an officer, and the beam went strait through him, incinerating a hole through him then blasting the body into a police car. The creature screeched and saw the last two officers. The officers fired several rounds of laser fire into the creature, which screeched in pain, but still advanced.
Tezuka saw a radio lying on top of a nearby police car. He grabbed it and said, “Hello, is anybody there? Hello?”
“Yes, this is Tokyo Police Headquarters. Who is this?” A voice replied.
“I am a reporter for TNC and I’m down at Tokyo Waterworks. Some kind of creature has just come out of it, and three people are already killed. We need backup!” He said urgently.
“Is there an officer there who I can speak too?” The female voice asked.
“No, but you have to believe me. Just listen!” He yelled, holding the radio out towards the fight. The crab-creature’s screech was heard loud and clear, plus the sound of laser fire and the two policemen yelling.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t send anyone down there unless we can have proof that something is happening.”
Tezuka looked around desperately, but then ran and grabbed the camera, still on the ground but shut off. He turned it back on, and put it up to his eye.
“Call TNC and tell them to connect to the camera feed from camera 18!” Tezuka said into the radio. After a minute or so, he heard a slamming noise on the radio and several people yelling.
“Hello?” He asked, worried.
“We’re sending out backup units right now! They should be there any minute.” The woman’s voice said before clicking the radio off.
The crab growled angrily and looked around. He had apparently lost his prey in the park. It approached a nearby building, sensing a heat source inside of it. The creature grabbed the door handle, and pulled the door off its hinges, throwing it into the pool. The men inside screamed and burst out the back door. The crab made a new doorway on both sides and continued chasing the policemen. One man turned around to fire his gun, but tripped on a bush. His gun flew away from him. The other policemen turned to help, but another creature jumped into view from out of the pool. The officer ran away, chased by this new one.
The other crab monster approached the officer on the ground. With surprising speed, the creature ran over the man as he screamed, puncturing his skin all over the place with its sharp feet and tremendous weight. The screams stopped quickly, and the creature turned around and fed on the mangled body.
Out front, yet another crab leaped over the wall and stared at Tezuka. Tezuka yelled out in surprise and leapt into the nearest police car. The keys were gone. He opened the door and tried to get out, but the crab was right on top of him. Tezuka desperately tried to close the door, but a large red claw put an end to that. The door was pulled off the car, and the creature stuck its head inside. Tezuka yelled out and reached for a weapon, anything would work. He grabbed the first thing that his hand touched - a radio - and shoved it inside the creature’s open mouth. The creature pulled its head out of the car and spit out the radio, but Tezuka had leapt out of the other side of the car. The creature screamed and tore the car apart with its claws in frustration.
Suddenly, a police siren filled the parking lot, and several large armored cars appeared alongside the normal squad cars. A troop of men leapt out of each car, and they all opened fire on the creature. The creature screamed in pain and laser fire was poured into it. A woman got out of a nearby truck. She had a flamethrower. Tezuka watched this woman walk calmly to the front line, and doused the crab with flames. The crab screamed out in pain as he was engulfed by the fire. Pieces of the creature simply fell off, and burned green.
Tezuka watched this. “A chemical composition?” He asked himself.
Suddenly, the crab seemed to fall apart. Tiny red pieces of it spread all over the place, some still engulfed in the fire. The red puddle began moving towards the police force. It was then that they realized the crabs were not full creatures.
The police pulled back, but one person didn’t leave in time. The teeming red swarm covered the man. There was nothing left of him by the time the crabs had left were his body should have been. The woman continued to flame the crabs even though it didn’t seem to affect them in any way except to slow them down.
Suddenly, a man got out a strange looking weapon, and fired it at the swarm. The swarm stopped dead in its place, and retreated quickly back to the park as a cool breeze was felt. The man cautiously went over to the crabs and scooped several up in his hands. They were all frozen solid.
Tezuka looked into the park. Several creatures screamed and a laser shot fired into the sky. A man’s horrific screams of pain and terror echoed off the buildings around the park.
June 1st, 2004, 03:57 PM
“These creatures have not been identified. They have been assumed by scientists to be a new species entirely. However, they share a very detailed resemblance with fossils of some Pre-Cambrian species. Here are some images taken of the dead crabs.” The old reporter said. With that, several shots of the creatures came up.
Dr. Serizawa nearly jumped when he saw the images. He immediately pulled up the images from his computer of the creatures he had found in the tube. The only difference was the fact that the crabs on the news were frozen and dead. Dr. Serizawa got up and walked to his phone. He stopped and held his hand over the phone, trying to decide whether or not it was a good idea. Finally, he made the call.
“… and the crabs are still inside of the park-“The reporter stopped and tapped his earphone. “Oh, ok, we now go back to the studio where somebody has called with further information on the crabs.” The reporter was glad the camera was finally off him. He took a cup of coffee from a police officer nearby.
“We have established a video feed with a scientist who says he knows where the crabs came from. Here is Dr. Serizawa live from the Tokyo Research Laboratory.” Hidekki said briefly, as the feed was connected to the live report.
“Hello, this is Dr. Serizawa from Tokyo Research Lab. I have been studying some soil samples from the bottom of Tokyo Bay that were given to me for analysis by an anonymous collector. I have found that life exists down there, but at this depth and layer of dirt there is little oxygen for some reason. The life was in the form of tiny crabs, which managed to escape this facility and somehow got into the water system. Here is a photo I managed to take of one.” With that, Serizawa pulled up the image of the crab. “As you can see here, these crabs are the same as the ones that were killed today. Unfortunately, I only know that these creatures can somehow drain or even dissolve oxygen.” With that, he was done. The news network would take care of the rest. He rubbed his eyes and cut off the feed, knowing that his part was done.
A slight chill was felt throughout the city. Though the action in the heart of Tokyo was the main focus at the moment, Godzilla seemed to be the bigger threat. The citizens of Yokohama were terrified. Especially the older ones. Though the evacuation of the city 50 years ago had saved countless lives, there were plenty of stubborn people who refused to leave their homes. Their children were the ones to bear the grief of losing those parents.
The city was nearly destroyed when the huge battle took place here. Godzilla, Mothra, and King Ghidorah. Though the other two monsters had been here to protect Japan from the wrath of Godzilla, they had only succeeded in causing minor wounds to the creature, while they were killed with one or two blasts of Godzilla’s radioactive ray. The guardian beasts of Yamato had been sucked into Godzilla, forever trapped in the hell that possessed the beast.
A tremor was felt. Several people casually looked around, but quickly forgot. Another. Some people felt a chill run down their spine. Another. The people around the bay noted the sound of water being sloshed around and bubbling. A mysterious blue light began to shine from beneath the water. The light sizzled the water, and several fish rose up from the water dead. A whirlpool formed in front of the light, and suddenly a tremendous beam of that same blue light blasted out of the water and struck a nearby building. The top of the building was literally blown off, and the remains crumbled into the streets, crushing nearly a hundred people in mere seconds. People screamed and looked out at the bay. Two white orbs rose 40 meters over the water. The orbs drew closer, becoming taller and the trembling footsteps became more intense. People ran from the bay, screaming in terror as the people in the buildings got to look strait into the white eyes. The pools of death and hatred that could cause any man to lose his mind. Godzilla bellowed, and the glass on the floors facing him blasted inwards from the noise, knocking those captured in Godzilla’s spell back into consciousness.
A Laser Jet swooped in at Godzilla. Several beams lit up the night before the jet exploded in a show of fireworks detonated by Godzilla’s beam. Godzilla stepped into the city. He let out a bellow and swatted a nearby building with his massive hands. A huge chunk of the building came out in his hands and slammed into another building, rocking it and killing those unfortunate enough to be watching from those floors. Godzilla shoved his might into the building, which collapsed like a deck of cards. People everywhere screamed louder and then stopped screaming all together. Godzilla stepped on the rubble, relishing the cries of pain and sorrow from the spirits floating around him. He let out a bellow of defiance and blasted his beam down a city street. A huge explosion rocked the area as several gas mains were ruptured and ignited.
Godzilla bellowed and felt the raw energy flowing through him. He enjoyed the screams of terror. He lavished watching people stop and cry as their loved ones were crushed under his feet. Godzilla knew that he had destroyed much of Japan’s military. He knew that his rampage would be almost unopposed. There were no more guardian monsters. There souls were now imprisoned in the back of his mind, likely to suffer an eternity of pain. Godzilla bellowed once more, the noise drowning out the human cries of terror, sadness, and death.
June 1st, 2004, 03:58 PM
A rusty old siren sparked to life in Tokyo. The streets rumbled as a machine slid down one, its computers hacking all the nearby rocket cars and directing them on a detour. The RAM-67 Tank Battalion rumbled down the streets at a steady 60 mph. They didn’t need to move fast, they would outlive probably every other vehicle in this city combined. The tanks converged on Tokyo Waterworks. A man got out of one of the tanks and wiped frost out of one of its cannons. The tanks were top-of-the-line. They had the ability to fire large shells, rockets, lasers, and now freezing lasers. Cold seemed to be the only thing to affect the creature, so it seemed to be the best option in this fight. The tanks gathered around Tokyo Waterworks, coming out of the city streets into the opening like hungry wolves surrounding their prey. The crabs had been keeping to the Waterworks for a while, but reports seemed to indicate that they were spreading outwards all over the city.
A crab extended its armored neck over the wall and looked out at one of the tanks. The creature screeched and burst from the wall, rushing the tank and preparing to kill this new creature. A cold breeze was felt, and icy-blue white emitted from the tank’s cannon. Suddenly, a laser of this ice-blue shot out at the crab. The crab screamed and stopped dead in its tracks. Another blast of the energy and the creature collapsed into thousands of pieces. The few surviving ones hurried back to the park.
The tanks in the back of the formation aimed their guns upwards. They fired their beams, which met in the air and formed into a giant ice ball. The ball was immediately shot with lasers, and it melted and fell into the park, causing a large splash as water sloshed out of the openings in the wall. Several crabs were flushed out of the park by the wave. The tanks instantly froze them, and continued firing at the water, which froze over and soon froze the entire park. Crabs screamed in pain as they were frozen solid, and several slipped about the ice clumsily in an attempt to escape. Suddenly, crabs began appearing all over the place. They burst out windows and leapt from the top of buildings. Some buried their way out of the ground and others seemed to fly in from nowhere. They all collected in the park as a stunned military saw the hordes of the creatures. A tremendous bright wave of energy burst from the park while an animalistic bellow sounded, and ice blasted everywhere. Two enormous spider-like arms reached out of the park and sliced a building to the center. The building fell on top of 9 or 10 tanks. The bellow sounded again, followed by a tremendous screech.
The creature rose from the park. It was at least 30 meters tall, and it looked basically the same as the smaller crabs, save for the small wings on its back and the two spider arms rising from above the wings. The creature screeched once more, and its arms spread outwards to reveal leathery wings. The creature leapt into the air, and flew away, escaping from the machines that were causing him pain. As an afterthought, he turned around and began blasting the entire area with his bright-purple beam, destroying nearly the entire battalion…
Godzilla bellowed defiance at the machines that had dared to attack him. Three tank squadrons and several Maser Cannons were trying to halt his raid of Yokohama. He bellowed once more and his back plates became bright blue color. The maser batteries quickly moved out of the way, but the tanks weren’t so lucky. About 70% of all of the tanks were wiped out. Godzilla bellowed and saw one that had escaped his beam. It was at his foot. He reached down and picked it up with his huge clawed hand. The men inside screamed bloody murder as Godzilla placed the tank in his mouth, and crushed it. Sparks flew out of either side of his mouth, and the last muffled cry allowed Godzilla to drop the tank and taste the blood of the people on his tongue. It tasted good. He bellowed fiercely and continued through Yokohama. He remembered this city. He remembered being beaten for the second time here. Remembering this caused his anger to flare. He let out another beam, wiping out most of the military continuing to fire at him. Only one tank and two Maser Cannons remained. Godzilla grabbed the tip of a nearby tower and bit into it in anger, crushing it in his jaws and savagely shaking it, as if imagining he were fighting Ghidorah, ripping the dragon’s neck apart…
Tezuka sighed and watched the reports. Godzilla had virtually eliminated all military resistance against him, the crab creatures had accumulated into a massive being which had also destroyed his resistance. Tezuka knew the name of this new demon. Destroyer. It was born from the horror of the Oxygen Destroyer, and was nothing but destruction. He knew that Godzilla and Destroyer would soon be in the same city, and he knew that whoever won the impending fight… could be the death of Japan.
June 1st, 2004, 04:00 PM
Godzilla had left a path of destruction through Yokohama. However, he had an ultimate goal. Tokyo. The spirits within the beast compelled him to attack the city. Godzilla looked around with pure white eyes. The monster itself was dead. It had died a hundred years ago, killed with the oxygen destroyer. The souls of the World War II dead, however, took control of his dead cells, causing them to start regenerating. Fifty years later, Godzilla attacked again, but this time he was modified to fit the spirits of WWII. His beam was significantly more powerful, and his rage was no longer animalistic; it was an act of pure evil. Godzilla, the original Godzilla, wanted nothing to do with humanity. It was only the nagging of the military that led him to attack them the first time. Godzilla’s soul, whatever remnant there was of it, was to suffer a fate far worse than death. He would spend an eternity, trapped within his own mind, feeling every last ounce of pain that struck his body, but not being able to control it one bit. Even with the guardian spirits of Baragon, Mothra, and King Ghidorah trapped alongside him, he still was the “main attraction” to be punished in the hell of his former mind. For all it was worth, Godzilla wanted nothing more than to die. To leave this horrid vision and to allow his soul to become free. Free to rest in peace. The spirits possessing the monster would not let him be free until their mission was accomplished. They were no longer satisfied with simply reminding man how weak he is and how he needed to respect their history, but to show him how weak he is and make sure that he no longer has a history to disrespect…
Tomoyuki looked up grimly at Akira. He nodded. Akira went down the steps and over to a darkened room. He heard muffled “What?”s and “Why?”s coming from the room, but finally they stopped. Akira came back out of the room and walked over to Tomoyuki.
“All military taking a break from fighting Godzilla. Focus will now be the giant flying crab in Tokyo. Are you sure you want to go through with this general?” Akira asked.
“There is no other way. Godzilla cannot be killed; it’s as simple as that. Our missiles and lasers will never penetrate his skin. It would be foolish to waste our low supply of recruits to a force we cannot hurt. It’s suicide!” Tomoyuki responded.
Akira sighed. He wished he knew what to do. He had prepared for the day that Godzilla would return. He knew it would happen. He had dreamt about the monster for many years after it killed his parents. He had always vowed to take revenge once the day came, to do something to aid in the monster’s permanent destruction. He thought that by now, Japanese military may have been so strong that a resistance would virtually vaporize the creature. However, Godzilla had as much trouble with the military as he had with the JSDF of 1954 and 2004. Akira watched as the people on the floor below gradually disappeared. There was nothing more they could do. For the first time since the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs, Japan had given up.
“May god forgive us.” Akira said sadly, taking off his hat and placing it on the table at which Tomoyuki sat. Tomoyuki, deep in thought, nodded slightly and continued to stay in the office. He watched the screens as Godzilla approached a so called “Spirit Plant” where energy was produced from the atoms of living creatures. Tomoyuki snorted. At least the damn tree-huggers would get something out of this.
The helicopter flew above the scene. The giant crab was flying in a wide circle, looking for a safe place to land. He found his spot, a tremendous building with a huge flat roof. He set down, his larger set of wings closing back into the spider-legs. The red demon looked around, and let out a screech. It then slammed its tail through the roof of the building, causing the roof to give way. The crab fell into the building. Only its claws remained above the rubble, but they too were eventually brought back in.
“Apparently, the crab monster, which my crew has given the name “Destroyer,” is now making a nest or hiding spot of some sort, possibly sensing the approaching Typhoon or maybe even Godzilla.” Tezuka said. The camera was aimed at the hole in the building’s roof, with Tezuka’s voice only serving as a narration. Destroyer let out a final screech before growing silent.
Godzilla bellowed as he approached this strange building. He felt the cries of suffering souls, and it made him wonder what was doing it. The sirens blared loudly from the building, but he ignored them and continued to investigate the building, like a craftsman inspecting a rival’s work. He decided that the souls were insignificant to his purpose, and bowled right through the main section of the building. Suddenly, the plant’s power-extractor exploded. The blast itself didn’t bother Godzilla one bit, but the effects did. Very much so, in fact. Godzilla felt as if he were surrounded. Surrounded by angry spirits. Suddenly, the monster shuddered and let out a terrible screech of agony. His spines glowed gold and a misty image came out of his back plates. The three-headed dragon screeched at Godzilla. Godzilla turned around in obvious shock as the image of King Ghidorah dissipated. Godzilla let out an angry roar, and charged his beam. He burned the remains of the plant. Whatever it had done, he had lost a prisoner in his mind, and he was not pleased. He could smell Tokyo in the distance. He could smell another presence there. He felt good at the prospect of a fight. He needed to kill something that was actually worth killing…
June 1st, 2004, 04:00 PM
The storm was approaching. It was huge, the biggest to strike Japan in over 45 years. The storm moved towards the mainland, big enough to engulf the island of Kyushu, up the eastern Japanese coast. Soon it would strike Tokyo, and would oversee the battle of the titans. As one of nature’s most destructive powers began its day-long journey to Tokyo, one couldn’t help but wonder if it was no coincidence…
“Did you see that?!” Tomoyuki yelled out in surprise. The image on the big screen in front of him stopped with the giant golden dragon King Ghidorah hovering above Godzilla in a bright glow.
“How could that have happened?” He asked the general who was here to clean up. The war room hadn’t been used in a while. The sound of the generals voice echoed eerily about the room, only reaching the ears of several people who had just come back to gather some personal items.
“I don’t know, but that was one of those ‘Spirit Plants.’ That explosion knocked King Ghidorah right out of Godzilla…” Tomoyuki said, his thoughts gradually coming to the conclusion. “So those radicals were right. This monster can trap souls and is the living embodiment of death.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “What I want to know is how he survived being disintegrated and then exploded.”
“Because he is indestructible.” Akira’s voice said from bellow. Tomoyuki looked down. The old man nodded up to him. “At least until the spirits within him are eliminated from his body.” Tomoyuki gave a confused expression. Akira sighed and came up to him. “When my parents were killed, I vowed revenge on the monster. So I decided to study him, to learn all about him. I found scientists who had studied him in the past, and even found a skin sample from when the military first struck him in 2004. I analyzed it, and found that it was no ordinary creature, that it was powered by radioactivity. I also found a record of an old man who had prophesied that Godzilla would return. The old man disappeared after Godzilla was “destroyed” and the video recordings of him had disappeared with him. The man had died shortly after Godzilla’s first attack, and had found a cave with the giant dragon Ghidorah inside. The man suffered a heart attack at the sight, and managed to escape the cave before dying. Some people found him near the caves, and brought him to the nearest Hospital. The man’s spirit had entered Ghidorah, and had served to wake the dragon once Godzilla re-appeared.”
Tomoyuki thought about this. A scientist appeared and walked up the steps. “I am Kazuki Serizawa” He said. “I have worked on several occasions with Akira here, and I have found some additional data and the infamous invention of my great uncle.” He said “When Godzilla was “killed” in 1954, the monster was completely disintegrated. The Japanese government decided it was for the best if they took the credit away from my great uncle, making them seem like great monster-slayers. However, shortly after Godzilla re-appeared, they were forced to come clean, that it had been the brave soul of Serizawa who had first saved the world for 50 years. The Oxygen Destroyer, as I found from some of Serizawa’s surviving records, was just that. It caused a chemical reaction that caused oxygen to dissolve. When it was used on Godzilla, not only did it kill Godzilla, but it turned Tokyo bay into a lifeless death-trap for ten years. If it had been used on land… let’s just say that Godzilla could be compared to the Oxygen Destroyer like a bullet to an atom bomb. However, our friend here,” Akira pointed to another screen that pictured the giant red crab flying circles around the Tokyo Half-Mile High superstructure, “I believe is a direct result of the Oxygen Destroyer.”
“Destroyer…” Tomoyuki said as people gradually flowed back into the room.
“Yes. This “Destroyer” may be the only thing that can stop Godzilla, at least for another fifty years. But if not, I have a plan.” Kazuki said. “Remember that explosion that knocked Ghidorah out of Godzilla? I think I can create another.”
Destroyer screeched at the oncoming creature. He could sense a malicious energy rising from the demon. Destroyer screeched once more and flew across the city as sirens blared, urging the remaining people to evacuate the city. Destroyer landed on top of a massive sturdy building. The structure shuddered in protest but held the crab’s weight. Destroyer screamed once more as he saw his foe on the horizon, the sun blazing behind him. Godzilla bellowed, his mighty challenge drowning out the human noise. Destroyer responded with its own cry of war, and spread its massive wings as a horn grew atop its head. Destroyer landed in a park, crushing several hundred people who had thought to stay away from the collapsible buildings. Destroyer ignored the screaming and waited as Godzilla bellowed at the city.
Godzilla scanned the great metropolis of Tokyo for the second time in his lifespan, and the first time with his mission. Godzilla roared, the noise causing the screams of the innocent to become louder and more panicked. Godzilla let out short snorting noises, as if he were laughing at the stupid fear from the humans. Godzilla eyed a large building nearby. He looked it up and down. People screamed even louder as Godzilla put his attention on them. He curled his lips back, baring his giant teeth and approached the building. His claws battered it twice, and it fell to the right of Godzilla. Godzilla ignored the cries of the souls as they raised about him, and continued onwards to Tokyo. He could sense the monster that waited him, and was eager to use that creature to replace Ghidorah in his hell of a soul. Thunder crackled in the sensitive ears of the demon. Godzilla looked southwards, knowing that this was no ordinary Typhoon. He shuddered, as if trying to ward off a bad memory, and turned once more to the city of Tokyo.
June 1st, 2004, 04:01 PM
The structure was huge. It was, for the twelve years before the Mile-High tower started construction, the largest building on the planet. It was nearly a quarter of a mile high. Godzilla peered upwards at the structure. He casually backhanded it. The building fell, debris raining for several minutes. Godzilla bellowed in contempt, searching for his foe. Suddenly, a huge spider-like arm swung over a small building. Godzilla screeched in surprise as the arm nearly smashed his eye out. Godzilla tried to grab the arm, but another came out from behind the building and battered the demon’s face. Godzilla growled, and Destroyer screeched as it leapt over the building. Godzilla looked down at the monster. He snorted. He remembered a monster this size. That creature was now sentenced to an eternal torment in Godzilla’s heart. As he remembered Baragon, he became angry at the thought and kicked the crab creature. The blood-red crab screamed as it was slammed into the building it had been hiding behind. Godzilla roared and began to charge his beam. Destroyer leapt at Godzilla, seemingly unfazed by his last attack. A bright purple beam blasted out of the creature’s elongated mouth. The beam struck Godzilla near his hip. Godzilla widened his eyes and stopped charging his beam. As Destroyer continued to fire its beam, Godzilla smelled the terrible scent of his own burning flesh. Godzilla roared in anger and grabbed Destroyer. He turned the crab around and prepared to blast it apart from behind. Its two spider-like arms spread open and flapped like wings. A horn grew from the creature’s head, and it bit into Godzilla’s hand with a rather toothy mouth. Godzilla growled and fired his beam at the crab. Destroyer screamed once before exploding. Small pieces of the crab fell all over the place. Godzilla roared in victory, but did not sense the soul of his foe. He felt several small ones, and that was it. He let out a confused grunt, but decided that it didn’t matter. Godzilla fired a beam that virtually scraped a small portion of the city’s skyline from the face of the earth. It had been obstructing his view. He growled as he saw the half-mile high superstructure. He could almost hear the screams of those unfortunate enough to be caught in the upper levels of the building.
Godzilla did not see the pieces of Destroyer break apart and begin moving towards each other…
The hanger held a large cannon-like weapon. This was a modified maser-tank, and a giant one at that. The beam weapon held within it was powered by a special reactor that sat where the laser-batteries would normally be. It had taken a relatively short amount of time to construct the machine. The “Hyper-Maser” was a secret project being lead by the Japanese. It fired at least 3 maser beams at once. The “Spirit Plant’s” reactor was installed with little to no trouble at all. For the sake of safety, the machine was to be piloted by artificial intelligence. Though humans where more efficient, robots tended to be quicker, and that would be needed in this fight. The tank rumbled out of a mountainside and began its long journey to Tokyo. Light flashed as the giant storm headed in from the south…
Godzilla looked up as he saw a flash of light. He saw the storm coming. It was only just above the ruins of Yokohama now, and moving fast. It would be here in a matter of minutes. Godzilla was determined to destroy this wretched city before that storm reached it. He charged his beam, but suddenly felt something prick against his leg. Destroyer screeched and again tried to penetrate Godzilla’s skin with his extendable mouth. Godzilla growled. He did not have time for such idiots. His tail flailed and caught Destroyer on the right side. The crab screamed as it went flying away. Godzilla fired another beam at the creature as soon as it struck a nearby building. The rubble fell on top of the creature. In a fit of blind rage, Godzilla stomped over to the rubble and angrily pounded the rubble with his feet. He bellowed and fired another beam at the pile. He roared and fired yet another beam. This one flailed wildly and struck several tall buildings, which collapsed on top of the rubble.
Godzilla roared in triumph. A toothy mouth grabbed one of his back plates. Godzilla turned around and looked at the creature. Dumbfounded, he just stood there as Destroyer gnawed on the back plate savagely. Godzilla grabbed the creature’s wings. They shriveled up into arms once more and the creature took back the shape of its crab form. Godzilla bellowed as he grappled with the creature. Destroyer sprayed its beam all over Godzilla’s belly. Godzilla roared angrily as the beam ate away at his skin. Godzilla, with little effort, pulled the crab into the air by its two giant spider-like arms. He combined both hands in the effort, and pulled Destroyer to the extent of his reach. He the hurled his arms downward. Destroyer screamed as Godzilla slammed the crab’s body into a large highway. The crab screamed once more as nearly all of its bottom legs broke off.
Godzilla bit into the creature’s arm, as green blood poured from his teeth. Destroyer screeched and tried to again poke through Godzilla’s skin with his purple beam. Godzilla roared in rage and lifted the crab once more above his head. He pulled Destroyer behind him, ready to throw the creature downwards, filling the already made crater with this defiant foe’s guts. He felt the creature grip onto his back plates. He roared and pulled his hands forward. Destroyer’s cry of pain wailed in Godzilla’s ear as both of the crab’s arms were pulled off. Godzilla felt blood running down his plates. Godzilla bellowed and shook himself violently, trying to get rid of this nuisance. Godzilla finally swung his tail up. Destroyer jumped off before it could hit him, and Godzilla’s tail struck his own head. Godzilla was dazed for a second, but quickly came to.
He looked down at his enemy. The crab screeched and fired another purple beam at Godzilla’s hip. Godzilla kicked the creature as hard as he could. The crab screamed as its two smaller wings both broke. Godzilla walked over to the crab, and wasted no time as he charged his beam. He fired the beam, and began to walk backwards, away from the effect. He could hear the crab’s scream as the beam did not let up. Buildings began to shake, windows shattered, and unfortunate bystanders were simply vaporized. Suddenly, there was an immense explosion. The blast knocked Godzilla off his own feet and sent him crashing into the Diet Building.
The shockwave spread, destroying buildings all around it. Nearly every building was destroyed in the immediate area, but most of the much newer buildings were designed for nuclear explosions. The mushroom cloud continued to rise into the atmosphere.
Godzilla roared and shook the dirt, dust, and rubble off of him. He did not see, smell, or hear his foe. Without hesitation, he continued his rampage.
“My god...” Tomoyuki said in astonishment. “Nothing could have survived that! Looks like Japan is stuck with Godzilla. At least Destroyer had a weakness… but it appears Godzilla is invincible.” He said, shaking his head.
“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about Destroyer attacking us when we use our new weapon.” Akira said. “I believe that it is our only choice now. But this storm will complicate things…” He said.
“Spirit beam or not, I think it’s safe to say that there is no hope for Tokyo now.” Tomoyuki said soberly, casting the dark mood over the entire room.
As the storm approached, Godzilla looked up. A helicopter buzzed by, and Tezuka and the TNC film crew continued to cover the event. “I’m afraid we will have to be landing soon,” Tezuka said into the camera, “this storm is said to be one of the biggest in Japan’s recorded history. We don’t have time to get back to headquarters, so we will reside amongst what Godzilla has left in his wake so as not to be killed by the creature.”
Godzilla ignored the helicopter as it landed several hundred meters behind him. His eyes almost glowed as the storm approached. He growled and recoiled his head as the spirits entered his mind. He screamed in agony and shook his head, biting at the air as if he were trying to get rid of some unseen foe. He screeched and fired his beam at the storm. Lightning flashed and struck out ahead of the storm, hitting Godzilla square in the chest. Godzilla screamed and was knocked backwards. He shook his head violently and stood up, roaring defiance at the storm. An eerie noise came with the next thunderclap. It sounded like thousands, if not millions of people screaming and moaning in pain and anger. Godzilla felt a stroke of fear swell within him. He knew what these spirits wanted, and he knew that there was no escape this time around…
June 1st, 2004, 04:02 PM
The Hyper-Maser meandered into a small mountain community. People gathered around the machine and cheered its slow advance towards Tokyo. It would reach its target in under 30 minutes.
General Tomoyuki read the print-out that had just been faxed to him. He studied it. It was a report on all the damage that Godzilla had already caused. The city of Yokohama was devastated. Many Pacific island communities had been destroyed. Godzilla had rampaged northwards all the way from the Marshall Islands. Tomoyuki placed the paper on a table. He watched the once more living war room. The technology in this room alone was high. Any single person had the ability to call up multiple leaders of other nations, command a new robot division to attack an enemy, or summon up a wide variety of defensive - and offensive - weapons. All this technology was useless against Godzilla. The beast was simply to close to masses of people to risk using weapons of mass destruction. It would appear different to Godzilla, as the mushroom cloud hung like an angel of death still over the city, even as the storm seemed to consume it.
Godzilla bellowed and charged his beam. He fired it at the Mile-high tower. The structure moaned in protest, but held to Godzilla’s beam. The monster growled as he sensed several spirits wade up into the storm above him. A part of the storm glowed for a moment, before lightning struck down from out of the glow. The lightning hit Godzilla like a sledgehammer. The monster screamed and fell off his feet. The vengeful spirits within the storm cried out with an eerie pleasure. These spirits belonged to the souls lost by Godzilla’s attacks. Godzilla, though never taking them into his own heart, cursed them to an eternity of living on earth instead of ascension. They wanted that freedom, the bliss of the heavens themselves. Godzilla was not too happy with the idea. He continued to stare angrily at the storm. He knew that every soul that perished under his intoxicating gaze would power this storm further.
Godzilla felt a wave of intensely hot energy strike his back. As rain began to pour from the clouds, Godzilla heard the demonic cry of war from his now hated foe. Godzilla turned and bellowed in defiance and utter confusion at this beast who simply refused to die. Godzilla had stared too low. Godzilla slowly lifted his head upwards, finally meeting the gaze of his foe 15 meters above him. Godzilla let out a soft grunt of impress. His foe was not the same as the one he had thought to have killed. The demonic red creature was now 75 meters tall. Its head was like that of its flying form, with a large horn and toothy mouth. The spider like claws had become permanent giant wings on the monsters back. Two immense spikes rose from either shoulder. The monster now had two arms that sported three-clawed hands. The two single legs were held up by large feet with three massive claws on the toes and knees. The creatures’ tail whipped unchanged behind the monsters wings. In the center of the creature’s chest was an insignificant hole surrounded by lighter colored armor then the rest of the body. The entire crab monster was covered from head to toe with blood red armor. Two yellow demonic eyes gazed back into Godzilla’s own emotionless yet hate-filled orbs. The two creatures stared at each other. Lightning struck Destroyer, but instead of knocking it over, purple energy flowed from the horn throughout the massive bat-like wings, possibly the only vulnerable part of this monster.
Godzilla considered all this. This monster was like nothing he could ever hope to face. He would enjoy beating it senseless. Godzilla roared a challenge at Destroyer and charged his beam. Destroyer bellowed in a low earth-shaking tone. Purple electricity flowed about its horn and double ax-shaped head. Both demons fired their beams at the same time. The two beams struck one another. Destroyer’s purple beam seemed to consume the blue beam of Godzilla and become even larger and more powerful. The beam struck Godzilla in the face. Godzilla fell backwards at the force of his own beam powering Destroyer’s oxygen-eating ray. Godzilla screamed angrily and clawed at his face as it steamed and smoked from several burn wounds. Godzilla stood the two titans advanced upon each other.
“Amazing.” Tomoyuki said, considering Destroyer in all its terrible glory. He turned to the young scientist Serizawa. “Is that the product of your uncle’s creation?” He asked, almost angrily.
“I would not doubt it.” Serizawa stated. “This monster has abilities beyond what we consider possible. It can miniaturize, expand, or even destroy oxygen. I really think that it is a creature that can actually kill Godzilla single-handedly.” He said.
“General Tomoyuki, the Hyper Maser is approaching the outskirts of Tokyo.” A nearby officer stated.
“Excellent.” He replied. “Let the two monsters fight first, see what happens. Use the beam on whoever wins.” He said. “Maybe our future isn’t as hopeless as it may seem.” He said to himself.
Godzilla roared in rage and shoved his hands into Destroyer’s chest. Destroyer growled at the pathetic and ineffective attack. Destroyer leaned down and bit Godzilla’s shoulder. Godzilla snorted and tried to push Destroyer off, but suddenly he felt its teeth push through the skin. Godzilla roared as micro-oxygen began to flow into his body. He fired a beam directly into Destroyer’s face. Destroyer screamed and fell backwards, even as the wounds on his face seemed to heal over as they were replaced with more crabs. Destroyer roared and stood up. Purple electricity flowed about his horn and head. He opened his toothy mouth and fired another micro-oxygen beam at Godzilla. Godzilla stumbled backwards, finally tripping on a shopping mall and falling into the structure. He roared as the beam let off, with his skin steaming and oozing red blood. He growled as Destroyer mocked him, staring defiantly strait back into his cold dead eyes. Destroyer roared once more as lightning seemed to strike him. Suddenly, the crab screamed and fell to pieces. Godzilla roared and saw what was behind his foe, and what the lightning had allowed to be revealed. The Hyper Maser was fully charged.
“Fire.” General Tomoyuki said in the war room.
There was a tense two seconds as no visible beam appeared. However, a slight distortion in the air seemed to reveal something moving towards Godzilla, crawling at a snails pace. The energy reached Godzilla. The monster’s mouth and back plates burst forth with a tremendous amount of sparks. Godzilla screamed in pain, a noise that no living creature should hear. It was as if the devil himself had wailed across the rubble of Tokyo. Suddenly, Godzilla’s plates began to glow with many different colors. Two energetic wings appeared to spread around Godzilla’s sides. Godzilla turned around weakly as the spirit energy shrieked Mothra’s cry. Godzilla grunted as his escaped prisoner dissipated and floated into the storm. The storm began to glow around the area, brighter and brighter. Then it was dark. A funnel formed. Godzilla roared and stared at the funnel, but suddenly found himself covered with 30-meter crabs. He roared in surprise as they overtook him and forced him to fall down on the ground. Many beams and claws beat him brutally. Godzilla somehow managed to stand. He crushed one of the crabs head in his mouth, threw one away from him, crushed one under his feet, and ruptured one with his swinging tail. The crabs retreated, going back to the blazing fires.
“How long will it take to recharge this thing?” Tomoyuki impatiently asked Kazuki.
“About twenty minutes.” He replied.
Tomoyuki sighed. How many more people must die this day?
Godzilla roared in victory. However, victory was not his. He suddenly felt a pounding wind and a deafening noise like that of a giant freight train. He turned around as the tornado came within distance to affect him. Godzilla roared as he felt himself being pulled at the tornado. His movements became more frantic as the pulling became more powerful and faster. He screeched as the winds pulled his feet out in front of him. He fell backwards, clawing desperately at the ground which he slid over. The tornado was right above him. Godzilla roared as he felt himself lifted off the ground. He screamed and swatted at everything he saw. His weight prevented him from flying up into the storm, but he was violently twisted and shaken, debris smashing into him at horrendous speeds. The tornado finally threw him away, sending him flying several hundred meters before colliding with a massive building. The building fell on top of Godzilla, burying him in rubble. Godzilla roared once more and shook himself of the offending debris. He looked around. The tornado had passed, and there was no trace of Destroyer. He looked back up at the storm in contempt, letting out a short series of grunts and growls, almost as if he were laughing. But the storm was not yet to be defied. It had one purpose, and it would not die down until that purpose was completed.
Godzilla felt something cut deep into the back of his neck. He bellowed in surprise and fell flat on his face as Destroyer continued flying with Godzilla captured in his tail. Godzilla’s eyes glowed as he felt his own raw nuclear energy flowing into Destroyer’s tail and up into the creatures body. Destroyer let out its cry of war as he felt empowered. He finally lifted Godzilla off the ground as Godzilla choked on his own throat. Destroyer finally dropped Godzilla, who fell 100 meters to the ground. Godzilla let out a terrible cry as his body was nearly crushed, only saved by the massive underground network of railways. He stood up, dazed and hardly able to focus. Destroyer landed nearby, and laughed at Godzilla. Blue and purple energy flowed about Destroyer’s horn and head. Destroyer screamed and thrust his head downward. A red, knife-like beam of energy pushed out of the horn and chopped Godzilla’s right arm off. Godzilla stared at the dead limb lying uselessly on the ground. He did not feel all the pain from it. He had channeled that pleasure to Baragon and the true Godzilla. He enjoyed hearing the two slave’s mental screams of pain. Destroyer sneered at his foes inability to accept pain. He flapped his mighty wings and flew up into the storm. Godzilla roared and looked upwards, but only saw lightning flashes and rain. He turned around and looked back at the half-mile high tower. His battle had nearly put him right beside the building. He roared and approached it. He battered it with his hands, but then felt the building shudder unnaturally. He growled and looked up. Whatever Destroyer was doing up there, Godzilla did not like it. Godzilla continued to beat the building, but suddenly, he felt a tingling on his spines. He screamed and turned around, searching desperately for the Hyper-Maser. But it was too late. He bellowed and wailed in pain, thrashing violently and going into seizures. This pain was not diverted to the true Godzilla, it was a direct attack on the corrupted spirits controlling Godzilla’s body. A brownish-red glow emanated from Godzilla’s back plates. Baragon seemed to leap out of Godzilla’s back. He screeched and then dug an invisible hole in the earth, and disappeared. Godzilla, confused and dazed, fell. His weight finally broke through the walls of the building. It would take a while for Godzilla to recover.
June 1st, 2004, 04:03 PM
“Godzilla is down! I repeat, Godzilla is down near the Tokyo Mega-Tower!” Tezuka yelled happily into the microphone. He could almost hear the cries of joy coming from the people watching the news. Kensho, his fellow reporter, patted him on the back.
General Tomoyuki smiled briefly. Godzilla was down for a while. But, he knew it would not last. Godzilla had survived without the souls of the Guardian Monsters trapped inside of him, why should now be any different?
“I believe we have Godzilla almost beaten for good.” Kazuki said. “Just one more shot, and his body will be useless.”
“Yes, but what about Destroyer? We don’t know what kind of effect the beam will have on him. He’s not just one living creature, he’s a living colony of billions of them!” Akira stated.
“Don’t worry; we have a weapon in store. The crabs seemed weak to cold temperatures. I’m not entirely sure if this will work, but if we get a good several shots at him, we may be able to deep freeze that thing. However, both monsters are dangerously close to the canisters…” Tomoyuki replied. Akira nodded slightly, but was too interested in watching what was now unfolding on the screen.
Blackness. Surrounding him. Engulfing him. Torturing him. He let out a cry for help, a cry for light amongst this impenetrable darkness. Then he saw the light. Three bright entities. A three headed dragon, a colorful moth, and a red giant reptile. The three spirits reached out to him. The true Godzilla tried to reach back out, but suddenly, the spirits rose around him. The demons were laughing, beating him and furthering his suffering while shutting out the guardian spirits.
Two gigantic demon’s wings appeared to be cutting the smoke in half on their way down to the ground. With a mighty cry of war, Destroyer landed. Godzilla’s eyes opened slightly and watched his foe. This creature would pay. If Godzilla had to drag this abomination to the pits of hell with him, then so be it. Godzilla stood and roared defiantly. He was not dead yet. Destroyer cried out in mockery, and purple lightning danced about his face. Destroyer fired a beam, but this time, Godzilla ducked at the last second. The beam hit a support tower, melting through it. The unimaginably huge structure above Godzilla groaned and screeched as it shifted its wait to the other support towers. Destroyer bellowed and approached Godzilla anew. Godzilla roared and also advanced on his foe. Destroyer grabbed Godzilla’s remaining arm and his missing shoulder. Godzilla bellowed and kicked Destroyer, only to cut his feet on the demon’s claws. Destroyer leaned down and bit Godzilla on the neck. Godzilla bellowed and struggled to get free as he felt something trying to break the skin on his neck. He bellowed and began to charge a beam. Destroyer was not going to be killed by the beam, but it would save him time and energy if he didn’t have to regenerate the upper portion of his head. Destroyer leapt into the air. His feet struck Godzilla under the chin. Godzilla screamed and was flipped on his back. Destroyer flew in a circle around the area. He wanted to finish this once and for all. This fight was tiring him. Destroyer landed and roared at Godzilla as he got up. Godzilla growled and took a step towards Destroyer. Suddenly, he heard the familiar and terrifying noise of the Hyper Maser as it charged. He turned his head and screamed at the machine. Destroyer slapped Godzilla across the face, sending Godzilla’s bloody saliva all over the place. Godzilla roared and turned around to scream anger at his foe, only to watch Destroyer snap his arm. Godzilla bellowed in anger, and suddenly realized that a physical fight was not a smart idea anymore.
Lightning struck the tower and traveled down the building as the Hyper Maser made a strange noise. Godzilla turned around and stared hatefully at the weapon. This time, the beam was visible. Godzilla screamed as it struck him like a freight train hitting a small car. Godzilla was blown backwards, blasting strait through Destroyer. Destroyer screamed and shattered as the beam consumed several thousand of his crabs. Godzilla finally fell at the base of the old Tokyo Tower, now a mere tourist attraction. Godzilla’s back plates began to glow forth with a light of Godzilla’s own color. Those same plates seemed to lift off the body with the dark glow. An energetic form finally rose over the body of his captor.
“My god.” Tomoyuki said.
“Impossible!” Kazuki yelled. But what they saw on the screen was true to its highest extent.
“Amazing.” Tezuka said. “It seems that another Godzilla has appeared out of the other one!” He said. “Maybe the Godzilla in 1954 wasn’t as evil as we all thought…”
Godzilla’s blank eyes opened. He looked skywards, seeing the form of his first victim stand over him. He growled in recognition. He knew that his defeat was now impossible to avoid. The true Godzilla stared down with the eyes of some tortured animal. The eyes looked upwards, and lightning struck the spirit of Godzilla. The energy flowed back into the storm. Godzilla watched in amazement as the storm seemed to simply disappear. Four energetic forms took shape where the clouds had once been in front of the starry night sky. They disappeared, flowing back into the Hyper Maser, which began to glow eerily. Godzilla bellowed and began to stomp towards the machine, but found a claw wrapped around his neck. Godzilla screamed and fell as Destroyer bellowed its mighty god-of-war cry. Destroyer dragged Godzilla around the city and finally dropped the demon in front of the Tokyo Mega-Tower. Godzilla grunted angrily and stood as Destroyer landed in front of him. The Hyper Maser reached Godzilla first. Godzilla screamed in surprise. The scream distorted and became a shrill collective cry of millions of people. Godzilla fell as the spirits controlling him blasted all over the place. They flowed about, but something seemed to rise from the ground. A blood-red glow consumed all of the spirits, and brought them back to the earth. Godzilla’s body did not fall, however. The monster began to take on a different shape. His face shortened. His remaining arm became shorter. His plates became somewhat more jagged. His body slimmed slightly, his hips becoming less wide. His tail also shortened and came to have a pointed tip. Finally, Godzilla’s eyes lost their promise of death and destruction. They became ordinary animalistic eyes. The true Godzilla was finally back. The monster raised his head and looked at Destroyer. Destroyer was taking in all this, considering what his foe might do next. Godzilla made a slight grunt, and closed his eyes, feeling the wounds on his body. Destroyer made a decision. No matter what it looked like, Godzilla must die. The plates on Destroyer’s chest opened up, and a red glow began to emanate from the hole in his chest. Energy ran down his horn and about his head, and from up his feet and tail. The energy swirled around the hole in Destroyer’s chest for a moment. Godzilla let out a final, tremendous bellow, the haunting noise echoing across the ruined landscape. Godzilla felt free. He could now go to his death in peace. Never again would he be forced under the control of vengeful spirits. Destroyer shuddered as the beam blasted from his chest. Godzilla roared in pain as the beam hit him in the chest. He looked down, almost enjoying the pain of his own death as the beam slowly evaporated him. He gave one final look of thanks to Destroyer. Destroyer ignored the gesture as his foe finally disappeared, reduced to atoms floating freely about the universe. The Tokyo Mega-Tower screamed its last and fell as Destroyer’s chest ray evaporated the remaining support towers. Destroyer’s eyes widened as the structure fell on top of him. Destroyer screamed as thousands of gallons of a strange extremely cold substance covered him. He screamed one last time, and finally died underneath a half mile of rubble.
The three entities watched the show, and finally took on physical forms. Baragon, Mothra, and King Ghidorah went away from one another. Their destinies were yet to be fulfilled.
“The earth will remember this day.” Akira said, “The day when the demon Godzilla was sent back to the pits of hell and his prisoners released to once more protect Japan. Whatever it is that they will face in 8,000 years, whatever unimaginable horror they have to stand up to, may it realize what the guardians, as well as the true Godzilla, have accomplished.”
Akira’s words seemed to consume the burning city of Tokyo. The news crew felt a breeze as Mothra flew overhead. The world could wake up and live once more. The threat of Godzilla was gone. The spirits he had so tormented were free to leave this earth and ascend to their freedom. Freedom at last.
June 1st, 2004, 04:04 PM
A fire gathered around the spirits in hell. They screamed in horror and tried to escape, but their punishment was inevitable. A horrendous laughter filled their souls, and consumed them alive. They would be forever tormented, brutally tortured the same way they had tortured their mind slaves. One of the spirits seethed with hatred. The once famous Commander Aso screamed hatred and vengeance. He would find a way out of this place. If it took him 8,000 years to do it, then so be it. He would unleash this hell he now lived in back upon the world of man. They would pay for sending him here…
June 1st, 2004, 04:05 PM
And thats it. Please excuse the horrible lack of character development. Mods, if that was too graphic or violent, then please tell me so and I'll try and fix it.
June 16th, 2004, 04:09 PM
Very good story! I enjoyed it all the way through! I love the way you combined two Godzilla adventures into one great story that was simply brilliant. I especially liked the ending when you find out that the original Godzilla was finally free. I loved the story! 10/10!
June 30th, 2004, 07:48 PM
Great story! Ought to be a movie.
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