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    The Wishes of a Godzilla fan.; Be careful what you wish for.....
    Topic Started: Apr 8 2006, 02:20 PM (859 Views)
    Zardac the Great
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    Intro: Here is my first completed fan fiction. I finished this a few minutes ago. It took me longer than I wanted, and it took longer than I wanted it to to have a short Godzilla scene, but there you go. I would like to thank Mike Bouge at American Kaiju for writing a story that sent me thinking.




    Story Start:


    "Pull the wishbone with me, Uncle George."

    George McCool smiled at the little girl who had adressed him.

    "Okay, Susie."

    He wasn't really Susie's uncle, he was her brother. His parents had adopted her three and a half years ago. George had come home from graduate school for her fourth birthday. She absoulutely loved turkey.

    "Make a wish!"

    George found it hard to resist his sister's smile and enthusiasm.

    "Okay, I've made my wish."

    "Do the countdown, Uncle George."

    "Huh? Um, okay. On three then. One, two, THREE!"

    They pulled on the bone, and it snapped in two. Susie won.

    "Hey, you won! What was your wish?" George planned to make sure she got whatever her wish was.

    "I wished that you got whatever you wished!"

    "Well, that was nice of you." He picked his sister up as she came in for a hug.

    They goofed off for the rest of the day. She especially loved his Godzilla imitations and his Godzilla stories. However, the time came for George to head back to school. He'd skipped his class that day for the party,and thank goodness it was only one.He really couldn't afford to skip any more. Especially not now. Chemistry was proving to be harder than he'd planned, and he was starting to wish he had gone into Paleontology after all. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head. He had four hours of driving, and he didn't want to be depressed when he got back to school.

    ***

    When he got to his on-campus apartment, George trudged right to bed.

    "Well, I'd probably better set my alarm clock," Geroge said to himself. He got up and went to the other side of the room. He reached his hand past his GMK Godzilla figure and set the alarm, then paused. He remembered his wish at the party, but that couldn't happen, right? Nothing would come of it. Nothing could come of it.

    George opened his Bible and pushed Godzilla out of his mind to make room for God. Unfortunately, George opened to Job. God's description of Leviathan engaged his imagination, and he went to sleep thinking of amphibious fire-breathing lizards.

    ***

    George woke up before his alarm went off. This was very rare, but this was a special case. He heard somone else in his apartment. What had woken him up was the someone had set off his Godzilla Christmas ornament he kept in his living room. As soon as it started roaring, the person exclaimed, "Oh, crud!" and tried to muffle the sounds.

    George came out and said, "Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here? Put my Godzilla down!"

    "Shut up!" the intruder growled. He spun around and they both jumped in suprise. They looked exactly like each other!

    "Crud! I told them that black hole bomb wouldn't work!" The other George planted his fist into the wall as he said this.

    "What's going on? Put my Godzilla down!"

    "Shut up! Don't say that name!"

    George's alarm clock went off, and he went to go shut it off. His double followed him and saw his GMK Godzilla.

    "Why do you have these...things?"

    "Why not? I like Godzilla. I'm a Godzilla fan."

    "Shut up you moron! Don't say his name! How can you like him?"

    George was rapidly deciding he didn't like his double.

    "Well, I guess I can't be too hard on you. You couldn't know, now could you?"

    "What are you talking about?" George demanded.

    "I'll explain it to you, but you have to whisper."

    "Okay."

    "First off, Godzilla's name and roar are banned except for certain meetings."

    "What!?" George exclaimed.

    "Whisper!" his double growled. "Its always been illegal to start a panic. Godzilla is a highly feared creature."

    "What are you talking about? Godzilla's a movie."

    "A movie!?" George's double laughed. "I wish he was only a movie! Let me explain all the way. Godzilla has been attacking Japan for several decades now. Every once in a while, he attacks somewhere else, but he mainly attacks Japan. Nobody is quite sure why. We haven't been able to find a way to hurt him, much less kill him. Over the fifty years or so he's been around, Japan's population has fallen to about two million."

    "What!? T-two million? That's all?"

    "Yes. Of course, Japan is not the only place he's left in shambles. His Japan attacks destroyed the world economy, but his attacks in Korea left the South so weak, that the North just rolled in during '72. The only reason the Red Chinese don't own Taiwan is that Godzilla destroyed it so completely that the Commies renounced their claim to it. Of course, they had enough to worry about trying to rebuild Bejing and Shanghai. They seem to just be letting the other cities stay the way they are. What got us involved was Godzilla's "March to the Mississippi." He started out by demolishing Hawai'i. Then he cut a swath of destruction from San Francisco to New Orleans, just barely missing this town. After he got done at New Orleans, he set fire to the Amazon rain forest, sending smoke and ash into the atmosphere at rates only volcanoes achieve. This caused the world's temperature to drop. Now it is very hard to raise enough food to feed everybody, even with Godzilla's 'population controll.' Some of your more... devoted Darwinists have said that maybe Godzilla is a good thing, as he keeps the world's population below six billion."

    "My world is on its way to seven billion, and the only famine we have is political. Some places might not have enough rain, but other places always produce enough to feed the hungry."

    "I knew it! But anyway, back to the story. We've tried several times to kill Godzilla, but we only ever succeded in making him more powerful. We bombed him, and it just made him mad. We nuked him, and he got stronger. We shot him full of controll rods, and it made his eyes start glowing and made his breath more powerful. He actually gives off more radiation now than before we shot him with those. I'm part of a group that exists to try to kill him. Stupid Brandon Caine is in charge right now. He's the ranking student on the project. He designed the black hole bomb, he decided to use it over the protests of some of our group, and even though his project failed miserably, he's considered a success because he actually survived his attempt. That's pretty rare. Look, I've got classes to go to, but we've got a meeting this afternoon, and I think I'll take you to it. In the mean time, you can look through this folder of Godzilla stuff. You may find it interesting."

    George's double plopped a folder down on the coffee table and walked out the door with his bag. George opened the folder and was immediately interested. The first picture was black and white, but it was unmistakeably Godzilla walking through the Diet Building. It wasn't exactly like the Godzillas in the movies. For one thing, Godzilla was more dinosaurian than the movies. His looked basically the same, but he walked bent over like a regular dinosaur. His face and spines were the same though. Other pictures showed his feet. They were more saurian than the movies too. All in all, though, it seemed to George that the only major differences were that Godzilla had dinosaur feet and a dinosaur stance. Aside from that, he was completely recognizable. Even the face was the same. And even though it was just a photo, it almost seemed like Godzilla could see George.

    Then George got to pictures of people. There were partial skeletons, where people had partially caught one of Godzilla's blasts, but the heat had been enough to strip the flesh from their remaining bones. People's shadows had been burned into the concrete, just like Hiroshima and Nagasak, while other photos showed people with the patterns that had been on their clothes burned into their skin, also just like the atomic bomb blasts. However, George decided that they had been the lucky ones because then he got to the radiation illnesses. People had hideously huge tumors covering their bodies. It seemed that Godzilla's radiation had also had an effect on bacteria and viruses too. Some were totally killed according to a data sheet. However, the remaining illnesses made up for it. One strain of the common cold had mutated to where two hours after a person caught it, they coughed bits of their lungs up and suffocated. Luckily, it seemed that killing off its victims so quickly kept it from spreading very fast, but Hokaiddo seemed to have been completely depeopled by it. Another sheet estimated that nine out of every ten Japanese would get cancer by age fifty.

    There were some more pictures of Godzilla later on. These ones seemed to be more recent. They were color photos of Godzilla attacking a city. It seemed that he could walk bent over, or upright. There was a photo of Godzilla using his nuclear breath. The picture had been darkened, but still it was hard to see, as Godzilla's back and fire were too bright for the camera. Later, Godzilla's eyes seemed to be glowing. The next picture showed him aproaching a hospital. His eyes were glowing, and his mouth seemed to be grinning. It looked like he was gloating, enjoying every minute of destruction he caused, every life he took.

    Later on were some diagrams of weapons used on Godzilla. There was a "Ramrod" missile that delivered the controll rods to Godzilla. There was some sort of quasi-nuclear bomb that the captions said should cause a miniature black hole. It seemed that Godzilla had taken in seemingly lethal doses of every known poison and toxin in existance, one being by a kamakazie submarine/capsule. Then came satilite readings of his temperature. Godzilla was very hot.Then came some sort of X-rays. The controll rods were visible on this. The pictures and diagrams and accounts of his raids went on and on. George's double came back before he had finished looking through it.

    "What do you think?" George's double asked.

    "This is horrible!" George declared.

    "Now you see why we have to kill him. You see why no mention of him is allowed in public. It's time for the meeting. Let's go."

    As they were waling to the meeting, George asked his counterpart, "Why were the poisons and diseases not enough to kill him?"

    "We're not sure. We think it has something to do with his high body temperature. He seems to be about as hot as a nuclear reactor. Those temperatures may have destroyed the bacteria and the drugs. Or it may be that he just has an incredible immune system. It's been theorized that his body and his radiation turns foreign bacteria into the equivalent of white blood cells. At one point, we hoped that we could give him an auto-immune disease this way, but it didn't work."

    "Has anything had any success?"

    "Well, that all depends on how you define 'success.'"

    "I meant, has anything really hurt Godzilla?"

    "Don't say his name out here. If you're going to define success so narrowly, nothing really has. His body heals extremely quickly. If you get a paper cut, it may take a couple of weeks to heal all the way. For Godzilla, the equivalent of a paper cut is getting hit by a Tomahawk cruise missile, and he heals it in about a couple of minutes."

    "Wow."

    They reached the building and went inside. They went to a windowless room with a table and about twenty people. Everybody stared at the two of them, looking exactly alike.

    One of them yelped, "What's going on?"

    George's double closed the heavy door behind them and said, "You should know, Brandon. We told you this could happen."

    "What are you talking about?" Brandon shot back, struggling to regain his composure.

    "Tony gave you the calculations before you dropped your bomb."

    "What calculations?" Brandon asked.

    Someone, George suspected it was Tony spoke. "I gave everyone here my calculations. I told you that there was a thirty percent chance the enitre world would be sucked into your black hole, a forty percent chance the island would be sucked in, and a thirty percent unknowable factor. I also calculated a ten percent chance that it would open portals into alternate universes. I assume that this is the explanation for two Gerorges?"

    "I believe so. He comes from a world where Godzilla is only known as a movie."

    "Wow," someone said. "I wish I lived somewhere that Godzilla was only a movie."

    General murmurs of approval rose around the room.

    "But we don't. We live where he's all too real, so lets get on with business." George's double said.

    "Right," Brandon said. "We need to build another black hole bomb and try again."

    "You're willing to risk the entire world again?" George's double demanded. "Last time, you ignored our calculations and you destroyed a large island, but somehow Godzilla didn't go. He attacked the last remnants of Osaka yesterday. We've shown you that every time you create a black hole on the Earth, you increase the risk of wiping the whole planet out! We need to evacuate Japan, and create another large dinosaur to fight him. I've given you all an overview of Project Regisaur, and..."

    "Hold it right there, McCool! I'm in charge here! You take orders from me! I say we try the black hole bomb again!" Brandon roared.

    "Are you still in charge here?" George's double asked. "What does the body say? Project Regisaur, or Operation Backlash?"

    The group argued for a few minutes, and talked about things that George didn't know about, but it seemed that his counterpart had successfully carried out his coup.

    After the uproar had died down, they went over the specifics of Project Regisaur.

    "How do you plan to make this creature?" someone asked.

    "Well, there are several options. Right now our genetic science is somewhat lacking. This is a long range project. I want Smith and Saiz to get the Biology and Genetics departments going strong. In my absence, Martinez, you get the Paleontology department to give us full backing. Get them to get the bones to Genetics so they can isolate whatever DNA they can get, and maybe guess at what's missing. I'm going to Japan, and anyone who wants to come with me can come."

    Nobody seemed to want to go.

    "Park." George's double said. "I need you at least to operate your syringe missile."

    "Syringe missile!?" Brandon had his composure back. "How long have you been plotting?"

    The Korean responded. "We weren't plotting. We just knew that if you didn't destroy the world, we needed a backup plan, and we knew the one we came up with would take a while. We got to work early to cut down the interrum."

    "What is this 'syringe missile?" a man with a German accent inquired.

    Park answered his question. "Its really more of a rocket. It fits into a bazooka type weapon, and it is designed to draw Godzilla's blood when it comes into contact with him, and to blast off again when it is full. Then, if all goes according to plan, we will have Godzilla's blood, and thus, his genetic material."

    "And what do you plan to do with Godzilla's genetic material?"

    "We think that it may have a large impact on Project Regisaur." George's double answered. "Juan, you're the geneticist, you explain."

    "You all know, of course, that Project Regisaur entails the cloning of a dinosaur to fight Godzilla, although, perhaps 'cloning' is the wrong word. We are closer to Frankenstein than Jurassic Park.
    "The DNA found in dinosaur fossils is, obviously incomplete and fragmentary. DNA should last only a few decades under even the best conditions. The fact that any is found in fossils is extraordinary to begin with.
    "It is thought that Godzilla is a mutated dinosaur. If this is the case, we have a whole strand that we can study, decode, and slice our 'code' into. In effect, Godzilla is our 'base' animal, and we are adding parts to him, and taking others away."

    "Will this thing keep Godzilla's nuclear breath?"

    "Godzilla's nuclear breath we believe to be an effect of the radiation upon him. He has learned to chanell the radiation in such a way as to strip the electons off of atoms to create a plasma. Any creature we create will not have been exposed to radiation, and will almost definitely not have a breath ray."

    "Why don't we expose it to the radiation?"

    "Radiation has random effects. The most common mutation to occur is cancer. Almost all mutation is fatal, and there is no way to controll which mutations occur. Add to this the fact that if we did successfully create a mutant dinosaur, he could prove to be worse than Godzilla, the overall affect of what you propose to Project Regisaur would be very bad."

    ***

    Both Georges hated flying, but once they were in the air heading to Japan, George started asking more questions.

    "What's the deal with that group back there?"

    His double eyed him, trying to forget he was one mechanical failure away from falling several thousand feet.

    "What do you mean?"

    Their plane hit a small bump.

    "I mean, what's the story behind it? How did he get to be the head of it? Why is your project going ahead now? How did you get official standing?"

    "Eh, we don't really have official standing, but our group does have friends in several governments. The Japanese especially love us, as we're the only ones who have a real chance to defeat him, or at least that's what everyone thinks."

    "Doesn't their military do anything?"

    "Is that how they take care of Godzilla in your movies? Godzilla is far too strong for the JSDF. The Japanese military doesn't even bother attacking him anymore. The only things they do is try to evacuate the people, then run for their lives. When we land, the Japanese will rush up to us and beg us to do something, anything to stop Godzilla. They don't speak much Japanese anymore. They learn English to beg to be taken to America. Because of the cancer and fear that Godzilla will follow the Japanese, many countries have banned Japanese immigration. However, because of my new standing in our project, I now have some authority to evacuate a large portion of the country.
    "As to the story, well, that's mostly politics. We formed as an attempt to stop Godzilla. Unfortunately, some have used it as a stepping ladder, and others to show their superiority." A wry smile crossed his face as the plane hit a series of small bumps. "Godzilla has a way of stopping those attempts. Those who come to be the project head have some level of authority, but they have to be on the ground, in the midst of the battle against Godzilla."

    The plane hit a large bump. Both Georges paled and gripped their armrests.

    Park grabbed a headset as the plane hit a lot of turbulence and conversed with the pilot.

    "Godzilla is below us!" he shouted to the other two people in the cabin. This caused George and his double to rush to the window, where the sight they saw sparked a fear far in excess of what they would have ordinarliy felt from looking out an airplane window. A Very Large Lizard was swiming in the water on his back under their airplane.

    "He knows we're here, and he knows where we are going." Park whispered.

    "I'm afraid you're right." George's double said.

    George asked "Why is he swimming on his back? Does he usually swim like that?"

    "No, he doesn't. I think he wants us to know that he sees us."

    The turbulence threw them onto the floor, and the plane banked sharply to the left. They saw a bright blue glow coming from outside the airplane.

    "What was that?" George shouted.

    The turbulence died down almost immediately as the Korean answered. "Godzilla used his nuclear breath."

    "He was trying to fry us!?" George went pale.

    "No. If he was really trying to hit us, he would have hit us. Godzilla has vaporized aircraft much smaller and quicker than this one."

    They went back to the windows and looked out. Godzilla was gone.

    George's double looked at Park. "I think you're right. He was just trying to scare us. He wanted to make sure we knew he'd seen us, and wanted to scare us."

    George looked at his double and said "Well, he accomplished his goal. Now what?"

    "Well, we go to Japan, evacuate the place, try to get Godzilla blood, and hopefully survive to go back home." He looked worried.

    "Do not be so full of high spirits, McCool. People will think you are not taking the job seriously."

    ***

    Landing in Japan was a harrowing experience. George had heard about Osprey aircraft crashing as the propellers turned to move between helicoptor flight and airplane flight. It turned out that because of Godzilla's attacks, the Japanese could never keep a real airstrip. The only aircraft that could really fly in or out of Japan were helicoptors, or VTOL airplanes like the Harrier. The aircraft that they were in now was apparently a jet version of an Osprey. George was sure that they were going to crash when he saw the wings rotating. They didn't crash, but George was sure that was only an exception to the rule, even after being assured that it wasn't.

    When they got off the plane, they were instantly mobbed by people. They all looked horrible to George. They all had sunken eyes with a haunted look. Most had unusual growths in odd places. Many were malnourished, and almost everyone had scars. The stench of death hung in the air around them. They all begged to be taken away from Japan and "Him." They all wanted "Him" to be killed. All in all, they were a people who had suffered beyond comprehension, and thought they saw some faint flicker of light at the end of a very long, dark, terrible tunnel.

    "Alright!" George's double shouted to the three people still in the plane. "Get this plane unloaded! We're going to talk to the Emperor, and when we get back, I want this plane empty!"

    The crew of the airplane saluted and went about their work.

    As Park and the two Georges forced their way through the crowd of desperate Japanese surviviors, George asked his double what was being unloaded from the plane.

    "Mostly food and medical supplies. Some radiation suits, a special design to block radiation while not impeding motion, and some of Park's Syrringe Missiles. Maybe a few other items to try to ease the lives of these people. Several Christian groups send Bibles. That sort of stuff.

    They were met by a couple of Japanese soldiers and shown to a car. They were driven to an ornate cottage by a pool.

    They were shown into a room with a wooden chair on which sat a man that George guessed was about Sixty. When they entered the room, the man got up, walked to them and bowed.

    "Have you come to rid my land of the menace that has plagued us these last fifty years?"

    "No, your majesty. I have come only to set in motion a series of events that I hope will bring about the end of Godzilla."

    The man flinched at the sound of Godzilla's name. George noticed that every Japanese person he saw flinched every time Godzilla's name was spoken.

    "We must move quickly, your majesty. Godzilla is already on his way. We saw him when we were flying over the ocean. We have picked five locations that we can have aircraft at to evacuate your people out of this land. Godzilla can only be in one place at a time. If he attacks during the evacuation, he can only destroy one site, and this will leave the others alive. Once Japan is evacuated, we hope to set in motion the events to kill Godzilla."

    "What if he attacks during the evacuation?"

    "Have fueled automobiles at the sites, and if he shows up, have the people scatter in all directions. Have the military engage him to try to keep him occupied."

    "The JSDF is hardly more than a brigade. He would barely even notice them. What is it you hope to gain by your visit here?"

    "I hope to draw Godzilla's blood. It is thought that this will improve the effectiveness of the project we have begun."

    "What is this project?"

    George's double looked like he did not want to answer, but he did anyway. "We hope to make our own monster to fight Godzilla."

    "Is it not probable that if this monster does defeat him that it will be a worse threat than he is?"

    "No, your majesty. We have thought of that. We will program them to not reproduce, and to live for only a certain timeframe. That way, even if they do break free from our training, they will only be able to threaten humanity for a short time."

    "You say 'they.' How many are you planning on making?"

    George's double looked a bit sheepish. "Our computer simulations showed that Godzilla would kill any amount of monsters sent against him one at a time. It showed that sending five against him at a time offered the best hope of beating him."

    "You may wait outside while I make my decision."

    The three of them stepped outside the cottage to await the Emperor's verdict on the matter.

    "What's the deal with him?" George asked. "He's the Emperor? Why didn't they have us bowing to him, instead of having him bow to us?"

    George's double sighed. Park answered the question.

    "It is another mark of how badly Godzilla has effected Japan. The Japanese Emperor never had any power, but he had respect and tradition. However, Democracies require some semblance of peace and order to function as Democracies. As Godzilla left neither peace, nor order, someone had to lead the country, and the Emperor seemed like a logical choice to the people of Japan. However, Godzilla's attacks on Japan have broken the people's spirits, and the decisions of ninety-five percent of the countries in the world to ban Japanese immigration crushed what was left. The Emperor has not been untouched by this, and he too sees our group as the last hope. Even I am beginning to wonder. The group that met us as we got off the plane was the smallest I have ever seen. Is that because they are starting to lose hope, even in us? I can not blame them if they are. Or is it that there are simply less Japanese left to meet us? Godzilla attacks at random intervals, and at random locations. He leaves very little alive in his wake. I think that this project will be the last one, regardless of its outcome. There are simply too few Japanese left. If we do manage to kill Godzilla, who will heal the land? Even if it can be healed, who will want to come back? Surely a few of the older Japanese will, but we are taking the people to a place that Godzilla rarely goes. There is almost enough food to feed North America, and to the Japanese, it will seem like paradise. If the fires ever go out in Brazil, the temperature will rise, and it will be possible to grow more than enough food. Will the Japanese want to go back to their ravaged land? I would not. I would stay in America."

    A Japanese soldier came out of the cottage and motioned for them to come back inside.

    The Emperor of Japan came up to them and bowed once more.

    "Evacuate my people from their land. Take them away from him. Create your creatures, and remove this terror from us."

    "We will do our best, your majesty."

    ***
    It was impossible to predict where Godzilla would show up. George had learned that Godzilla sometimes popped up in places after diving underwater, that nobody could believe he could swim fast enough to reach in the time he did. Godzilla showed up whereever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Because of this, as the hundreds of Osprey-jet things started showing up in Japan to evacuate the people, the craft that they had come in took George, his double, Park, and a contingent of Japanese soldiers to the middle of the country to wait for Godzilla. He didn't dissapoint them either.

    "Godzilla is heading towards the northmost evacuation point! He is approaching from the west!" the pilot shouted.

    "Take us there, and alert the military!" George's double shouted back.

    George latched his seatbelt very tightly, and gripped his armrests as hard as he could as he heard the whine of jet engines coming to life. In a very short time period, they were airborne. George closed his eyes. He had no wish to see the ground leaving. He felt a jolt in his stomach as the aircraft shifted from hovering to forward flight, but whether it was from the momentum or fear, he couldn't tell.

    The flight was short enough. The location had been chosen for short flight time to any of the evacuation locations. They could see Godzilla coming when they came in.

    "Okay, everybody! Get ready to get out. This is going to be like the aircav! The plane touches down only for a second or two then takes back off to be called in later! Get to this door, and when it opens, you jump out!"

    George looked at his double with wide eyes. As much as he hated to, he unbuckled himself, and walked on very wobbley legs to the door. He saw that the soldiers had stuff in their hands, but he couldn't tell what it was.

    The door opened and George could see the ground, a few feet below the plane. It seemed that its landing gear were still up!

    "Okay!" George's double yelled. "Out of the plane! NOW!" With that, he jumped out and rolled.

    A few seconds later, the plane started pulling away, and George had to jump out. He hit the ground feet first. When he picked himself off the ground, he found that his left ankle and knee hurt.

    "You should have rolled," Park said.

    A boom in the distance coupled with Godzilla's roar spurred them into instant action. George's double started issuing orders, but he had to shout over the roar of the aircraft.

    "Okay! You missile teams! Spread out! I want three uniqe firing positions, because we're not sure which angle will be best! Wait for my orders!"

    The Japanese soldiers split off by twos and went their seperate directions.

    "Park, you got the radio?"

    "I do!"

    "Get it out! I'll get the map, and we can find the best place to launch our attack!"

    "I thought you said we wern't trying to kill Godzilla!" George shouted.

    "Not right now! Let us think!"

    George looked around. The cars that had been prepositioned were peeling off in all directions, trying to get to another evacuation point, or just anywhere to get away from Godzilla. Planes were shutting their doors on people's hands or legs and taking off while people screamed and tried to get on them anyway. Some of the people just sank to the ground in total defeat, not even trying anymore. Godzilla's roar and his booming footsteps reverberated in the air.

    Then George noticed something.

    "Look! Godzilla's back is glowing!"

    "Do not look at him! Get down!" Park shouted as he covered his head on the ground.

    George would have kept watching Godzilla, but something in Park's voice told him to duck and cover. He heard a whoosh, and felt a wave of heat.

    When it was over, they all got up and looked at the damage. There had been no bang, no explosion, but every plane that was still on the ground, every tree that had been there, every person had been vaporized.

    "I think that he is in a perfect location right now. Wouldn't you say, Park? Call the military and have them strike."

    Park radioed into the military, and the air filled with missiles a few seconds later.

    The rocket artillery was the first to hit. George thought that the rockets looked oddly over-sized, but then he remembered that they were fighting Godzilla. Aircraft came in from all directions and all altitudes, dropping bombs, and launching missiles. The planes didn't fare well though. Godzilla's back started glowing.

    "Look away!" George's double yelled.

    When they looked back, most of the planes were gone.

    But the attack wasn't over yet.

    Cruise missiles roared over head from three different directions. Godzilla looked at them coming, chose one and blasted it with his breath. The other two slammed into him. George was sure that he had been killed. When the explosions died away, Godzilla was still there, and he was grinning. All the strikes had done were to blow off a few layers of skin. A mere irritant to Godzilla.

    "Now!" Park shouted into the radio. "Fire!"

    The missile teams fired their rockets. They looked puny after the massive strike that George had just witnessed. They struck Godzilla in the places that looked like they had taken the most damage. They didn't explode, they stayed for a few seconds, then blasted off. One of them landed a few yards away from the three of them. Park ran and grabbed it.

    "Look! The needle melted!"

    "Isn't that radioactive?" George asked.

    "The shell is three centimeters of lead. It should let no radiation out."

    "Right, well we have what we came for. Lets go."

    However, it was easier said than done. Godzilla smashed where the missile teams were, and then turned his attention to the plane that had landed to pick the three of them up. Park got on with the blood, but George and his double were not able to get on before it had to take off.

    "Um, lets run."

    They ran from Godzilla who followed them. They found a car that had not been taken and jumped in. They rushed into the ruins of the city with Godzilla still chasing them, but not using his breath. Unfortunately, the car was not one of the prepositioned ones. It ran out of fuel quickly. They got out and started to run through the city.

    Godzilla didn't run. He didn't need to. His long legs carried him faster than the puny humans below him. He grinned his mocking grin, bareing his huge fangs. The people who had run into the city when Godzilla attacked the evac site ran from him again, fleeing their supposed refuge, but Godzilla didn't pay attention to them. He knew who he wanted to kill. He could always come back for the others.

    In the press of humanity, George lost his double. Now he was just running rom Godzilla. Whenever he looked back, Godzilla was always looking at him. It seemed to George that he was Godzilla's target. Why couldn't he just attack the city? Why did he have to pick him of all people? George ducked down an alleyway. He was going to try to get behind Godzilla and put as much distance between them as he could. He figgured out that it wouldn't work, however, as Godzilla came crashing through the buildings on his left, just behind him. He heard Godzilla making noises. It sounded like laughter. George didn't stop to reflect upon this, however. He just ran like he'd never run before. By now, he'd gone so far in a different direction than the rest of the people, the city was nearly devoid of people in his area. It was just George and Godzilla. George had no doubt he was Godzilla's target now. He was getting very tired by now. George had never been good at running long distances, or running very fast. He made one more turn down an alleyway, desperately trying to get away from Godzilla, but he ran into a dead end. Godzilla saw him in the dead end and cornered him. Godzilla let loose his nuclear breath.

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    George woke up in his on-campus apartment drenched in sweat. He wasn't sure what had happened, if he had really seen Godzilla, or whether it was a dream. All he knew was that he was very glad that Godzilla was not real.

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    Whoa, that is an awesome story Zardac! You are a great writer, keep up the good work. I love how you portrayed Goji in this story, I had a shiver down my spine when I was reading. Great work my friend! ^_^

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    Do you plan on writing a sequel perhaps?

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    As of this point, I have no plans for a sequal, although, I could very easily turn this into a Nightmare Godzilla vs. Chimerus story. That's what Project Regisaurus was going to produce. At least one Chimerus, possibly some other chimerian dinosaurs.

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    You are welcome. ^_^

    Remember too, if you have any questions, or need help on anything, post what a question in the Kaiju Writing Class.

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    That was a rather entertaining tale. I most like that your story was fluid and I didint have any trouble following point A to point B. The only spot it became murky was at the meeting of the double, but this may have been due to my own brain fogging over I'll have to re-check it at a later date. It was a very well thought out tale discussing the possible ramfications politically that could occure if a Godzilla like creature were to exist. I certainly enjoyed it.
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    Well, thank you ^_^

    Yes, the politics of this world is a bit different than ours. Godzilla vs. Chimerus continues the discussion, but it's currently being rewritten, so don't bother reading the piece of garbage that currently "graces" this site.
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    Umm..Zardac, do you realize the amount of heat given off within a mile of a Nuclear Blast? Its enough to turn anything to cinders. Other then that..decent. Could be longer, but its better then some of the crap at TK.
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