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| Godzilla 98; Of a Different Sort | |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:41 PM Post #1 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Because it's just so damned different.... I thought about posting this up here for a while, but got too damned lazy to do it....so, small forward before we start the fun. Mind you, this is a parody. It's serious, but funny, but really strange at the same time. So, take your brain out, put it in the garbage, because you don't need one to read this story. It's a bit darker, and at the saem time a bit lighter than what that story turned out to be. It's also a parady of GINO, but not exactly a funny one, but it does has its comedy just like any story of mine does. Bit it's definately a 'Look, it's not about Kiryuu' story. Okay? It had many titles, all of them lame as hell....Godzilla 98, Godzilla II...... One that I liked...Godzilla In New York because that's where it took place. And even has all the characters from the GINO movie. But again it respectfully places them in a scene that makes sense where as GINO did not. But because this is Godzilla of a different sort of cal taste...and Godzilla is not the dinosaur many thought he was, just like the Demon God had become in Dark God, I decided to give it a new title, one that is following what I call the 'Of a Different Sort' stories that I'm creating, paradies of okay to good movies and or games and books that I have read or seen, or played. One particular trilogy that I've created is called The Lord of the Rings of a Different Sort another sorta two story with a prequal is called Halo of a Different Sort. Like I said, I create different sort of stories. And so now, I present you this story, which was at one time MY FIRST Godzilla fanfic that I ever wrote and which took me like ten years to revise and pefect before I could show it to you.... Mind you, this thing ain't perfect. But it goes to show you that a good writer like me still has some wrinkles to work out. This is one of them. ![]() Play it again, Sam. Chernobyl, Ukraine Dr. Tetsuo Amai pulled up with the van, backing into a spot some ways away from the site. His partner Dr. Niko Tatopoulus was already there taking samples. Though it was rainy and wet today, Chernobyl seemed quite comfortable. The two were partners of the Biological Commission from the States. Tetsuo was a nuclear physicist and Nick was a biologist. Both were perfect for the job on studying the affects of nuclear radiation on living creatures. Though, Nick much rather study the affects it had on much larger creatures not earthworms. Tetsuo got out of the car and stretched, watching as Nick sent a charge through the ground, calling up the worms. He began to pick them out with a few tongs. They were well away from the Chernobyl site to not get affected by its harmful radiation. Radiation levels had gone down since the blast took place decades ago, but they were still in dangerous levels. Both knew never to drink the water there. Tetsuo handed Nick a Danish. “Here you go, nakama,” he smiled. “How’s the worms?” “Oh, they’re squirmy and really disgusting,” Nick chuckled. “What do you expect from earthworms?” “Come back out here every 3 years to calculate their increase in size,” Tetsuo sighed. “We signed up for the *** job, didn’t we?” “I don’t know,” Nick began, looking around. “I think it’s perfect. Nice, quiet. The only thing we have to worry about is not drinking the water. It’s not dangerous unless you don’t know what you’re doing.” Tetsuo chuckled, eating his Danish. “What?” Nick asked. “You want to go out and chase monsters?” “Wouldn’t be bad,” Tetsuo said. “No thanks,” he said. “What?” Tetsuo swallowed. “Don’t you want to study such creatures like Angilus? Rodan? Hell…Godzilla?” “Godzilla maybe,” Nick laughed. “How does a dinosaur breathe nuclear fire?” “Plasma,” Tetsuo corrected. “It’s plasma. Super headed gas.” “I know,” Nick said. “H-bomb tests. How could we be so reckless?” “You were one of those protesters, huh?” Tetsuo smiled. “Back in the 70s, yeah,” Nick scratched his head. He picked up one of the worms and took a measurement. “Ah! 90% larger than 3 years ago. That’s incredible.” “Sooner or later this place will be over run by giant earthworms,” Tetsuo chuckled. “Wanna go fishing?” “Maybe later,” Nick said. “But especially not with these worms.” “I meant it in a joke, Nick,” Tetsuo snorted. “Stop taking thing so literally.” Nick chuckled, then, he looked off into the west. He saw a break in the clouds near the horizon and the orange-red glow of the sun poked through. The sun was setting. “It’s getting late,” he began. “We better pack up and turn in for the night. Come back tomorrow to get samples.” “Right,” Tetsuo nodded. He held up the Danish again and took another bite out of it. Then, he dropped it from his hand, feeling a pain clinch up inside his stomach. He grabbed his belly and leaned over. Tetsuo noticed the hand that was holding the Danish. Instead of a hand, there was a gray colored, reptilian looking claw. “Yabai!” “Tetsuo?” Nick asked. Tetsuo regained his composure and stuck his claw into his pocket. “Nothing,” Tetsuo said. “Bad Danish.” “Around here, you can’t be too careful,” Nick said, taking out his Geiger counter. He ran it over Tetsuo to check him out. “Well, you’re not in the danger zone. We better get out of here and you to a nice decontamination facility. And a check up.” “Right,” Tetsuo nodded. “Thanks.” The night rolled around and Tetsuo was feeling better. He noticed that the claw was gone by the time they were checked out and decontaminated. Both went through some exams to make sure their time near the Chernobyl site would not give anymore physical complications. Nick settled down in the hotel bed, sipping some soda while Tetsuo headed for the door. “Hey, nakama, I’m going for a walk, okay?” he asked. “Sure, Tetsu,” Nick smiled. “Still worried about that stomach cramp earlier?” “A little,” Tetsuo replied. “The facility said there was nothing wrong,” Nick began. “It was just a stomach cramp, nothing to do with radiation. Besides, if it were radiation poisoning, we would know about it a few weeks later—or even more. Not even the 3 Mile Island incident caused serious health problems. Some people have lived near radioactive contaminated areas and never had any problems.” “So far,” Tetsuo sighed. “I’ll be right back.” “Okay,” Nick shrugged. “Later. I’m just going to watch some Russian TV.” “What else is there around here?” Tetsuo chuckled as he left the room. Tetsuo sighed as he began his little stroll down the sidewalk. He crossed the street, and looked around him. Then, the stomach cramp came back. Tetsuo doubled over. “No,” he grunted. “No. It’s wearing off! Mothra…it’s wearing off.” Tetsuo grunted again, feeling a bit fatigued and faintish. He laid his head down on the ground, waiting for the darkness to over take him… |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:43 PM Post #2 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Sergeant O’Neil sat back at the computer, monitoring satellite radar over the Atlantic Ocean. His main job, though boring and repetitive, was to monitor various changes in the ocean temperature. Though, this would also be a civilian job, it seemed better and more efficient to use government equipment and personnel. After all, they had nothing better to do with their time right now. There were no wars to fight, no natural disaster. Monsters, if there were any, have some how disappeared off the earth itself. Even Godzilla had been missing since 1990. Still, there was the sense that any creature could appear at any time and that was why he was monitoring the ocean. O’Neil sighed again, looking a bit sleepy and worn from staring at the same screen for the passed three ours. He took a sip of his coffee, trying to stay at least semi-consciousness as he stared at the screen. O’Neil yawned and stretched, his eyes drooping. Then, a blip appeared on the LCD screen. His eyes flashed open wide. “Holy,” he breathed. “What is that?” He leaned in, checking the temperature. He could not help to notice that in one particular area, the sea temperature had begun to rise. Then, it was gone. Though, it might have been a fluke in the system, he was still obligated to call it in. O’Neil picked up the phone to report it to his superiors. Off the coast near Miami, a United States nuclear submarine, the USS Hayward was out on its routine patrol. Nothing particular, no war to worry able, it was just still something to do. Every vessel had to run its metrics ever so now and then, go out to sea, test weapons systems, engines, and the like. Patrolling waters was another thing that it was obligated to do. Though, it was called in by the superiors to check out a spot where the water temperature had increased strangely high for a moment. The Navy sent out the sub to investigate it. “Nothing on radar, sir,” the helmsman began. “Nothing on sonar either.” “Keep making a sweep,” the captain commanded. “Nothing,” the helmsman informed. “Not even an echo.” “A lot of these places around Cuba are spots where jets of hot water spout out from the seabed,” the captain said. “That’s probably what it was. You know, the Bermuda Triangle.” He sat back in his chair, sighing. “Better report by to HQ,” he told his communications officer. “There’s nothing out here but cold, saltwater.” “Aye, sir,” the communications officer began. “Sending.” As the communications officer began to relay the transmission, the sub itself gave into a sudden jolt. The captain glanced up at the ceiling. “What the hell was that?” he asked. “Something’s grabbed us!” the helmsman called. “Aft side. It just—appeared out of nowhere.” “Nothing ‘just appears out of nowhere’,” the captain called. “Can we break free?” “It’s got us in a vice lock,” he informed. “Tell engineering to give us power,” the captain ordered. “Try to wrench us free from what ever this is.” Another jolt from the sub and water began to spray out from the walls of the sub. “Hull breach!” another crew member informed. “Looks like engineering. Something is opening us up like a can of sardines.” “Water pressure is rising, we can’t make it!” the helmsman called. “Send a message out to HQ!” the captain called. “Tell them something’s got us—and is ripping us apart!” “Aye, sir!” the communications officer nodded. He glanced up just as he heard a strange sound from the outer haul. He glanced down at the screen on his desk, seeing several rows of glowing, jagged spines appearing from behind the sub. He managed to capture the picture and send it just as the sub itself exploded. --------------- Tetsuo awoke the next morning, not exactly too sure about what happened last night. He was worn out and extremely groggy. Nick was already dressed and ready to return to the site. “Wake up, partner,” he said. “We’re gonna be late.” Tetsuo leaned over, scratching his head and rubbing his eyes. Strangely enough, he smelled like seawater. “You look terrible,” Nick began. “Did you get drunk last night? You didn’t come in when I went to bed. I was getting worried.” “I don’t even remember,” Tetsuo sighed. He got up and groggily put on his clothes. He was not even going to bother taking a shower. “Tetsu, why do you smell like the ocean?” Nick asked. He pulled some seaweed from Tetsuo’s hair. “And what is this? Seaweed?” “Huh?” Tetsuo asked. “I don’t know.” “You okay?” Nick asked. “You look ill. Maybe you should set this out.” “No,” he sighed. “Not when there’s worms to measure.” As they drove out to the site, they noticed something was different. A helicopter had landed in the site itself and a few soldiers walked out as they drove up. “Who the hell are they?” Nick demanded. “They’re not supposed to be here,” Tetsuo said. “They’re disrupting our survey.” Nick pulled over to the side and the two scientists go out of their old, beat up truck. “Hey!” Tetsuo called. “What are you doing here? This area’s off limits.” “Dr. Tetsuo Amai, Dr. Niko Tapokolips?” began a man dressed in a trench coat. “It’s Tatopoulus,” Nick corrected. “And what are you doing here?” “I’m from the Consulate,” the man began. “This project has been terminated. You are to come with me.” “What?” Tetsuo cried. “And disrupt a 3 year study of the Chernobyl earthworm? The effects the Chernobyl accident had on this environment?” “Sorry,” he said. “Not my call. Here’s the papers, look them over and get on the chopper.” Tetsuo snatched the papers out of the agent’s hand and began to read over them. “Wait…” he began. “What?” “I don’t know,” the man replied. “We don’t have much time. The chopper will take you to Consulate to see the Attaché. You will be briefed by a US military officer when you get there.” Not wanting to argue any further, the two stepped into the chopper. They watched as their things were gathered up by the soldiers and throne into the back. “Hey!” cried Nick. “Careful with that! That’s delicate!” “Well, whatever it is,” Tetsuo sighed. “It’s got to be a lot better than this.” “You must have gotten drunk last night,” Nick sighed. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:46 PM Post #3 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Bermuda When they arrived in Bermuda they found themselves surrounded by reporters. Nick and Tetsuo huddled together, gripping their things tightly as they wove their way through the crowd. A man dressed in a camouflage uniform walked up to greet them. “I’m Sergeant O’Neil,” he said. “Come this way, and don’t talk to any of the press while you’re here. We’re trying to keep this covered up.” “What’s going on?” Nick asked. “No one told us anything on the plane.” “You’ll find out,” he replied. He lead them up the hill where there were many soldiers and surveyors gathering information. They were walking around an oddly shaped hole in the ground, taking measurements. Another man walked up to them. He was also dressed in uniform. “Dr. Tetsuo Amai and Nick Tapokolips?” he asked. “Tatopoulus,” Nick corrected, hating that no one seemed to get his name right. “Whatever,” he shrugged. “I’m Colonel Alex Hicks, from the US Army.” “Were you the one who pulled us out of Chernobyl?” asked Tetsuo. “Yup,” he nodded. “We need your expertise in this matter, Doctor.” “Look,” began Nick. “From what I heard, a sub went down. We’re not investigators of terrorists. We’re scientists, we take samples of animal that have been altered—mutated by radiation. We’re from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, accidents and spills are not our field. The Chernobyl earthworm for example…” “That’s great in all, Worm Guy,” Hicks shrugged. “You take samples…here’s your sample.” He pointed down into the hole and then he left, disappearing in a tent near by. “Where?” Nick asked as he hopped into the hole. “I don’t see it.” “Nick,” Tetsuo began, noticing the shape of the hole. “I don’t see it,” he said. “Nick!” Tetsuo called. “It is a sample! Look! A footprint.” Nick glanced around, finally seeing the shape. He walked out of the hole, gazing away, noticing there were other holes like it flowing in a straight line—two rows of holes one after another. They were footprints, gigantic footprints. “Holy Christ!” he called. “Tetsuo! Oh—God!” Tetsuo reached into his bag and took out a Geiger counter. “They’re radioactive,” he said. “Only one creature makes these footprints…” “Godzilla!” Nick smiled. “Dream come true!” Tetsuo became silent as he backed away from the print. That strange night was coming back to him. He could feel his stomach twitch again and he gripped it once more. Though, he could not let Nick or anyone else see his pain. Tetsuo grimaced as he followed Nick into the tent. “Colonel!” he called. “That was a footprint! That was a huge footprint!” Hicks ignored him while he was talking on the phone. Another person, a woman with flaming red hair. “I told him you shouldn’t be here,” she sighed. “This isn’t your field of study. But they never listen to genius.” Nick turned to her, looking at her with query. Hicks placed the phone down. “Nick, that’s Dr. Elsie Chapman,” he said. “From the National Institute of Paleontology. She’s your boss.” “Hi,” she said. “You still shouldn’t be here.” “And this is Dr. Mandel Craven,” Hicks continued. “He’s our computer specialist. He’s the one who puts together our equipment for this study. Craven stood up and sneezed into his handkerchief: “How ya doing?” “People, that is Dr. Tetsuo Amai,” Hicks said. “Now you,” Elsie began as she turned towards the Japanese scientist. “On the other hand should be here.” “I beg your pardon?” Tetsuo asked. “You’re the one who took it up to study Dr. Yamane’s work on Godzilla, right?” she asked. “Yes, though I am a nuclear physicist,” he replied. “So, when you saw the footprints, what was your first conclusion?” she asked. “Godzilla,” said Tetsuo. “Though Nick…” “How did you arrive to that?” Elsie asked, drawing closer. Tetsuo sighed for a moment and took out his briefcase. He opened the case up and pulled out some old black and white photos and handed them to Elsie. She glanced down at them, noticing they were of an elderly looking Japanese man standing inside a hole similar to the one outside. She glanced back up at Tetsuo and nodded. “Dr. Yamane on Odo Island,” she nodded. “Where the first recorded footprint of Godzilla was made.” “May I ask why so thrilled about this?” Tetsuo asked. “Godzilla has surfaced before. You had ample time to study him, why now?” “Because this is the first time Godzilla has ever been spotted in the Atlantic,” Elsie said. “And close enough for us to track down without having to go through the Japanese. Besides, the lizard has been missing for nearly 8 years. I’d like to know where he went and why has he surfaced again?” Tetsuo shook his head. Nick came close to him. “You never told me you studied Godzilla,” he said to Tetsuo. “You never would suspect a nuclear physicist to study him,” said Tetsuo. “Even if he is related to radiation. I study the core aspect of Godzilla—what drives him to feast upon nuclear reactors and such. My other degree was also in biology.” He turned back to Elsie. “If Nick doesn’t stay then I don’t stay. We’re in this together. This is once in a life time chance for him to study Godzilla.” He turned back to Nick. “I decided to partner with you, though biology was not my best field, because I loved your theories on radioactive mutations. Perhaps I could add it to my own theories on Godzilla, Nick.” “Thanks,” Nick smiled back. Tetsuo chuckled, patting his back with the gray claw. Hicks caught sight of it, staring at it for a moment. Amai noticed his eyes and withdrew the claw from Nick’s back. He hid it under his sleeve again. “Sure,” she sighed. “I wasn’t the one who called you, even if I’m the head of this team.” “Good,” said Hicks. “Now that everything’s in order. There is something else you must see before we start.” He led them out to a jeep and they all piled into it. O’Neil was driving. They drove down the beach for a while. The road was bumpy and it made Tetsuo’s stomach turn each time they hit a crack, a hole, or a bump in the road. Tetsuo leaned over, placing his human hand on his stomach. He felt like was going to vomit over the side of the car. “Tetsu?” Nick asked, seeing his friend’s discomfort. “Nothing,” he sighed. They finally drove up to a spot on the beach and Hicks told them to get out. “Well, here it is,” he said. He turned back, noticing their expressions. What was lying on the beach was a submarine—its haul torn in half and its innards taken. Pieces of the haul were scattered on the ground. There were some bodies lying around in pieces. Soldiers around the area were gathering up the human mess and putting them into body bags. Tetsuo stared, his eyes filled with horror. His memory jolted as he began to relive the scene. He knew what caused it, and he knew he was responsible. Tetsuo shook his head and turned away. “Oh God,” Elsie began. “Tetsuo,” Nick said. “Godzilla did that! He—he tore the sub apart.” There were clearly teeth and claw marks on the haul of the submarine. “It was after the nuclear reactor,” Tetsuo said. “That is a nuclear sub, right, Colonel?” “That’s right,” he nodded. “Most our subs are now. We decommissioned the last diesel fueled sub some time ago.” “Godzilla requires nuclear energy to survive,” said Tetsuo. “Dr. Yamane made that assumption because the creature was too big to survive on regular food. And also it made off with Japan’s first experimental reactor.” “Dr. Yamane also assumed it was a dinosaur,” Nick began. “I’ve done some studying on Godzilla before. I don’t think it is a dinosaur.” Elsie sighed a bit. She glanced down at the ground, trying to figure out what he meant by that. “What makes you say that?” Elsie asked, glancing back up at him. “Elsie,” began Nick. “Godzilla’s torso, does it fit the dinosaur description? Before, we thought he was because he dragged his tail on the ground. At that time, we thought all dinosaurs did that, right?” “True,” Elsie nodded. “But until the discovery of the dromaesaur, it was assumed that theropod dinosaurs walked upright. But now, even the T-rex skeleton in the Smithsonian has been remounted with a more correct posture—his back parallel to the ground and his tail up in the air as a counter weight.” “But Godzilla continues to drag his tail,” Nick said. “Right, Tetsuo? “Yes,” Tetsuo nodded. “You think he’s not a dinosaur?” “I don’t think so,” Nick said. “I think he’s a completely new species.” Tetsuo sighed, he knew the real truth about Godzilla. He was not a dinosaur, but also he was not a new species as well. That truth, he decided for his own safety to keep to himself. “I’m going to take samples,” he said as he walked towards the sub. He ran his Geiger counter over the sub, taking radiation readings. Then, he glanced down seeing a gray looking, piece of scale on the ground. He knelt down and picked up with some tweezers and dropped it into a Ziploc bag. He took out his felt pen and labeled it for reference. Nick walked over and joined him, taking pictures of the wrecked sub. Elsie crossed her arms for a moment and sighed. “Godzilla isn’t a dinosaur,” she sighed. “How many times have I heard that on the proposal floor…” Tetsuo glanced over at Nick, smiling. “Well, here it is, our big chance,” he said. “Forget the worms, nakama.” “Studying Godzilla,” Nick sighed. “I’ve always wanted some hands-on study of that monster. Say, since you’ve studied him longer, you know where he’s been for the passed 8 years?” “Who can say,” Tetsuo shrugged. “Hibernating somewhere? He seems to only come out when he’s hungry.” “No,” Nick said. “I’ve seen those old news reels. He was purposely destroying cities. Nothing to do with hunger. Something drives him to attack like that.” “Nick,” Tetsuo began. “He attacked a nuclear sub because it was an underwater buffet table.” “Maybe that time he was hungry,” said Nick. “But I think its something else.” “Now the only question is,” began Craven who walked up right behind them. “Why is he in the Atlantic Ocean? Doesn’t Godzilla just attack Japan? He pretty much leaves the rest of the world alone.” “So, why is he here?” Nick asked. “Why swim so far out to get a nuclear sub in the Atlantic?” Tetsuo remained silent. His main question was why it was happening all over again. He knew that Mothra’s spell was not going to last forever, but he thought it was going to last a bit longer than just 8 years. He felt his stomach turning again. “You guys finished over there?” Hicks asked. “We need to get these samples back to the camp.” “And from there, what?” Elsie asked. “Is Godzilla still in the area?” asked Nick. “Satellite says no so far,” replied Hicks. “Now, come on.” Tetsuo’s own personal question was how he managed to get from the Ukraine to the Atlantic in such a short while. Things started to not make sense to him anymore. They never did when Godzilla was concerned. The research team returned to the camp where Nick and Tetsuo settled down. Tetsuo was already dressed in his yukata, getting ready to go to bed. Nick was looking through the files Tetsuo had on Godzilla. “These are incredible,” he said. “I mean, all these pictures.” “Hey, guys,” began Elsie as she came into the tent. “You know, I did some back research on Godzilla. The gojirasaurus is what Yamane named it. I found something interesting.” “What?” Nick asked. “There are no fossil record that pertain to the gojirasaurus,” she began. “I haven’t even found any skeletons or even photos of skeletons on it. The only record is Godzilla and he’s a living specimen.” “Meaning?” Tetsuo asked. “Godzilla never existed before the 1950s,” she replied. “There have yet to be a skeleton found. Some paleontologists went to some of the places where the H-bombs were tested—on those islands like Bikini and they found nothing, no bones, nothing.” “Of course,” said Tetsuo. “They were blasted by H-bombs. There wouldn’t be anything left to find.” “No, it’s not that,” she said. “I mean, the only place where Godzilla was found was in fact Odo Island. So, another paleontological survey was made of that island. There were no bones found that were in relation to Godzilla. In fact, they did not even find any dinosaur bones. The land was too young.” “Too young?” Nick asked. “Yeah, too young,” she nodded. “Soil samples state that those islands have only been around for the last 24 million years. They’re volcanic, you know. The volcano builds the island.” “So, Godzilla is not a dinosaur?” Nick asked. “I was right?” “Seems that way,” she said. “He may be a new species mutated by nuclear radiation. It makes sense. You see, those dorsal spines? No dinosaur had spines like that, at least no theropod. He can’t be a dinosaur.” Tetsuo nodded and leaned back on his cot. “Hey, you guys getting ready for bed?” Elsie asked. “When there’s samples to study?” “I haven’t been feeling good lately,” said Tetsuo. “My stomach has been bothering me.” “I’ll go and study the samples, Tetsuo,” said Nick. “Take my briefcase with you,” he said. “For reference.” “Right,” Nick nodded as he closed the briefcase. Nick watched as Tetsuo closed his eyes. Then, he followed Elsie to the lab tent. “So, is there a Mrs. Tatopoulus?” Elsie asked. “No, I’m not married,” he replied. “Tetsuo is. To a psychiatrist in New York City.” “Now that’s an interesting marriage,” the paleontologist chuckled. They came into the lab tent where Mandel Craven was going over the tape that captured Godzilla attacking the sub. “What is he looking at?” Nick asked. “Sub tapes,” Elsie replied. “Does Godzilla seem bigger to you?” Craven asked. “I mean it’s hard to tell in this shot. But as you can see, the tape shows him taking away a piece of the sub with him. By the scale, Godzilla seems a bit bigger.” “Modern nuclear devices,” said Nick. “The energy is more intense. I mean, after all, when Godzilla attacked Japan in ’54, he was about 55 meters tall. Then, he reappeared in ’66 and attacked a Japanese power plant near Tokai. He was 80 meters at that time.” “That was because it was after he attacked another submarine,” said Elsie. “Then, when he reappeared in ’84, he was nearly 100 meters tall,” Nick continued. “He grows with ever charge of nuclear radiation,” said Elsie. “And that breath of his gets stronger,” said Craven. “Which is bad.” “Where did you get those measurements from?” asked Elsie. “From Tetsuo’s notations,” he replied as he set the briefcase down. Nick pulled out some charts on Godzilla’s strange growth spurts. The charts compared Godzilla to Tokyo Tower. “See? Here they are.” “He’s gotten really huge since then,” said Craven. He glanced over at some of the photos inside a folder. Craven pulled out one of the photos. It was a black and white photo of Godzilla, but something did not look right. When he saw what it was, he dropped it onto the ground. “Oh-God!” he called. “What?” Elsie asked. “That picture of Godzilla!” Craven trembled. “Look at it!” Elsie picked up the photograph and saw the scene. It was Godzilla, but he was ravaged and rather gross-looking. It seemed that the monster did not have any skin. Muscle tissue was exposed as well as ligaments and veins around the monster’s body. The head only had one eye set inside a skull-like socket. Even around the head parts of the skull was exposed. The only thing that was keeping Godzilla’s organs from falling out was his muscle system and tendons. Elsie felt sick to her stomach when she saw the picture and she set it down on the table. Nick finally picked it up and studied it. “God,” he breathed. “What happened to him?” “In ’54, it was reported that Godzilla had died from a chemical weapon,” said Craven. “The chemical weapon was experimental, but it was also dangerous. The creator died after its use on Godzilla, and burned his notes so no one would be able to use it again. Though, from the report, it said it had the ability to literally corrode the flesh and organs off of a living creature—even liquefy the bones along with it. But it has to be activated in water for that to happen. That’s what happened to Godzilla, when he died. It ate his skin, flesh, organs, everything until there was nothing left but the skeleton. Godzilla’s skeleton managed to survive the weapon.” “From what this picture shows,” began Elsie. “It seems like he is re-growing his flesh. He’s regenerating. My God, what a monster. With his flesh stripped down to bone, he managed to survive. So, that’s why there’s still a Godzilla. I—I always thought it was just another one that showed up. I thought the original monster had actually died.” “That’s impossible to believe,” Nick sighed. “How can any living creature survive its own flesh being dissolved away? The pain alone would kill it.” “How did Tetsuo get this picture?” asked Craven. “It says ‘photo taken by Steve Martin’. “Steve Martin?” asked Elsie. “Wasn’t he the only American who witnessed the first raid on Tokyo? He’s dead, isn’t he?” Nick leaned back, realizing that there was more to Tetsuo than he ever thought. Tetsuo had information on Godzilla that no other scientist had. And he had that photograph. “We have to show this to the colonel,” Elsie said. “He has to see this picture. If a weapon that was strong enough to literally eat you alive like acid could not stop Godzilla, then, what can? He has to know.” “I’ll go get him,” Craven said. He threw back the tarp around the entrance to the tent, ready to bolt towards Colonel Hicks’ tent. Something stopped him. He felt the ground tremble beneath and he heard a low growling sound coming from the darkness beyond the camp. Craven glanced up, his eyes wide. A storm had rolled in and he saw lightning flash across the sky. The flashes ignited a form off in the distance, a still and silent form. It was enormous, though. He could see the silhouette of the form, sharp, jagged spines grew out from its back. His eyes widened when he heard the baleful sound, a powerful trumpet emanating from the creature. The form turned towards the camp. Craven swallowed, he could not even scream. “Craven?” Elsie asked as she walked out. “Go get Hicks.” Craven shook his head, pointing towards the monstrous shadowed form before them. His hand trembled and his jaw flapped, trying to make words that would not come out. He was frightened beyond speech. Elsie followed his hand and her eyes widened as well. “Jesus Christ!” she cried. “Go get Hicks, Craven, now!” As the monster moved, lights turned on, aiming their powerful beams directly at it. Fully illumined, Elsie could see that it was indeed Godzilla. She glanced back at Craven, who was petrified with fright. He was not much use. She sighed and darted for Hicks’ tent. “Colonel!” she cried. “Colonel! Godzilla’s here!” Hicks came outside his tent, staring back at the monster. “Sh!t!” he cried. “Squadrons!” Godzilla let out a powerful trumpeting roar, annoyed by the lights shining in his eyes. Hicks could see the spines spark up with a rich, blue-white glow. He knew what that meant. “Go get the other scientists and have them evacuate the camp,” he ordered. “Sergeant O’Neil!” His second in command ran up to him, saluting. “Y—yes, sir?” O’Neil stammered. “Go with the scientists,” he ordered. “Lead them down towards the choppers and get them out of here!” “Colonel,” O’Neil began. “We don’t have much on artillery against Godzilla right now. We don’t even have tanks.” “We’ve got bazookas, right?” Hicks asked. “And anti-tank rifles? Use them!” “It won’t do anything to him,” Elsie said. “Nothing can kill him.” “I know what we’ve got isn’t much, but it’ll be enough to distract him while we’re running for our lives!” Hicks called. “Now go!” O’Neil and Elsie darted back towards the lab tent where the others were. Nick was outside, staring with fear at Godzilla. The monster reared his head back and a powerful blast of nuclear heat irrupted out of his mouth. The blue-white stream blasted on the ground, sending soldiers and personnel flying in a bath of fire. “We’ve got to get out of here, now!” O’Neil called. “Wait,” Nick said as he ran inside, gathering up Tetsuo’s briefcase on Godzilla. “We can’t forget this. And where’s Tetsuo?” “No time,” said Elsie. “Let’s just get out of here.” “I won’t leave without Tetsuo!” Nick protested. “We don’t have anything strong enough to hold that thing off,” O’Neil began. “We weren’t prepared for an attack. We have to leave.” Elsie grabbed Craven and pulled him along as O’Neil grabbed Nick. Nick tried to pull away from the soldier’s grip, protesting how he will not leave his partner behind. “That thing came from near your friend’s tent, Dr. Tatopoulus,” said O’Neil. “I don’t think there’s much of your friend that is left.” “Near?” Nick asked. “How the hell did…” O’Neil continued to pull on Nick’s shirt as they came near the chopper. Nick turned back at the camp, watching it irrupt in flames as Godzilla blasted another stream of nuclear plasma on the ground. He watched as the Air Force tried to retaliate with the weapons they had on hand. Not even planes could get to their location soon enough to stop the monster. All they could do was run. Nick turned back, seeing Colonel Hicks and his men run, blasting at Godzilla as they ran, hoping to slow him down while they fled from him. That was all they could do. They got into their helicopters and lifted off. Then, Nick turned back to Godzilla. He noticed something dangling from the monster’s leg. He grabbed some binoculars from O’Neil’s neck and zoomed in closer to see what it was. It was a piece of cloth—a piece of Tetsuo’s yukata, tattered and hanging down from Godzilla’s leg. “Tetsuo…” he breathed. “No…” The only thing that could mean was that his dear friend was dead. The helicopters lifted off from the ground carrying their passengers to safety. Nick watched as Godzilla destroyed the campsite, blasting it with the heat of his breath. The reptilian monster reared back and roared powerfully at the two escaping helicopters. Nick’s eye widened again, as he saw Godzilla’s back light up and flicker with blue-white glow. “He’s—he’s going to fire at us!” he cried. “What?” Elsie asked. She glanced out the chopper window, seeing the bluish colored energy build up inside Godzilla’s enormous jaws. She gripped her throat and swallowed. “Oh—sh!t!” The blast irrupted out of Godzilla’s mouth. The stream of blue-white, heated death raced towards them. “Move the chopper!” Nick cried to the pilot. “Yes, sir!” the pilot replied. Just as the heated plasma came streaming towards them, they felt the chopper jerk and dodge away from the blast. Nick glanced back at Godzilla again, this time noticing that the monster was diving back into the water. He watched as the gigantic, gagged, silvery spines slowly descended into the salty sea, disappearing beneath the waves. Nick leaned away hefting a sigh. “He’s gone,” he said. “Godzilla went back into the ocean again.” “Godzilla came back,” Craven said. “He—he came back. He knew we were there and he attacked us.” “Something drove that monster into attacking us,” Nick sighed. “But what is it? What did we do to him?” “I don’t know,” Elsie sighed. She turned and looked down at Tetsuo’s briefcase. “Open that up. See what it is. Maybe his notes can tell us.” Nick opened the briefcase and read through the notes. Though there was nothing on why Godzilla attacked Tokyo, or what caused it to happen. Most of the notes pertained that the nuclear energy drove the monster into madness—where as naturally it would not attack. Though, there were a lot of pictures of the monster. Mostly they were black and white and some of them were colored—filled with film grain and scratches. They were old pictures. Only two of them seemed recent. Nick glanced down at a few of the pictures taken, noticing they were in the snow and far away from civilization. Godzilla almost seemed to be posing in a few of these shots, with a slight smile—a familiar smile. Another picture was of the monster leaning down, posing along side a human. Nick’s eyes lit up when he recognized the human standing in the picture. It was Michelle Amai, Tetsuo’s American wife. She leaned against the monster’s great snout, smiling happily. Godzilla was smiling too, and he seemed very happy with the human. Another photo showed Michelle throwing a snowball at the monster and Godzilla held a sheepish grin on his face. That grin was just so familiar to him. It reminded him of Tetsuo’s grin. Something was wrong. A part of him actually figured the photo out, but another part of him screamed out how impossible that was. Tetsuo…Godzilla…the same person? “Nick?” Elsie asked. “What do Tetsuo’s notes say?” Nick quickly shoved the photos into the briefcase, keeping those shots with Michelle in the scene for himself. He did not want them to see those photos and he tucked them away in his jacket. “They—they said that the nuclear radiation was what made Godzilla mad,” Nick replied. “That’s all I could get from them.” “Make sense,” she sighed. “He is a mutation from that. I would be mad too if my cells were mutated into something else.” “You realize how corny that sounds?” Craven sighed. “Shut up,” Elsie snapped back. “Doctors,” began the pilot. “The colonel has a plane for you in the next landing strip. He’ll take you from there.” “To where?” Elsie asked. “What is there now?” “We’re getting some reports,” he said. “Godzilla’s moving towards the US. His trajectory looks like going up the East Coast. We still need you to research and find out what he’s doing here.” “Right,” Nick nodded. “I’m going to land the chopper now,” the pilot continued. “Strap in.” They fastened their belts and leaned against their seats as the chopper began to land. As soon as it set down on the ground, the research team with Sergeant O’Neil got out of the hatch. Nick heard his cell phone ring and he picked it up to answer it. “Hello?” he asked. “Nick!” came a familiar voice. “Ooi, nakama! Glad you got off the island safely. I got worried.” “T—Tetsuo?” Nick asked. “That’s right,” Tetsuo said over the phone. “Am I coming in clear? This is the first time I tried to do this stunt on a cell phone.” “S—stunt?” Nick asked. “Yeah, you’re coming in clear. Very clear. Tetsuo, what the hell is going on?” “Pictures speak for themselves, Nick,” Tetsuo replied. “I suppose you saw the Alaska photos of Michelle and myself.” Nick stood there silent. He brought out one of the pictures, the one with Godzilla smiling sheepishly as Michelle was about to throw a snowball at his snout. “All I see in this picture is—Godzilla,” Nick began. “And…and…” “Michelle, right?” “Yeah,” Nick nodded. “Nick,” Tetsuo began. “Godzilla is heading towards New York. Don’t tell the others you know this. I’m heading up there because of Michelle. She knows, you know. She’s always known. Look, I can’t explain and I don’t have much time. I don’t know how long I can stay on the phone before the doubutsu akuma takes over. It means demonic beast by the way.” “Tetsu, where are you?” Nick asked. “Would you believe 800 feet below sea level?” Tetsuo chuckled. “And swimming along the coast of Florida? Look, if you haven’t gotten it so far, or if your brain’s completely fried from trying to figure it out. I am Godzilla. Okay? I’ll talk to you later.” “No…Tetsuo!” Nick cried just as the phone clicked. “Damn-it!” Nick stood there, his eyes wide. Godzilla and Tetsuo Amai were the same person. It still just could not sink in completely. Though, the proof was there. So, why was Tetsuo attacking? Nick could not understand it. Nothing right now made sense to him. Godzilla and Tetsuo were the same person. What force in the universe could have turned a man into a monster like that? What was the reason for it? “Hey!” a voice called. “Nick! Come on, let’s go!” “Coming, Elsie,” he called back, stuffing the picture back into his jacket again. Nick ran towards the plane and got inside, strapping himself into a seat. On the other end was Colonel Hicks and Sergeant O’Neil. Elsie held onto Tetsuo’s briefcase. As soon as the plane lifted off, they began tracking the monster. “Godzilla’s swimming up the coast from what we can tell,” began Hicks. “And he took down another nuclear submarine.” “Just now?” Nick asked. “That’s right,” Hicks replied. “I have no idea that monster could swim so quickly.” “He’s more graceful in the water than on land,” said Elsie. “From what we can tell, he may end up somewhere near New England,” Hicks began. “We just don’t know where.” New York, Nick thought. “He’s making a B-line up the coast, not even stopping,” O’Neil informed. “For now, we are not to deter him from his destination,” Hicks began. “Until he finally makes his stop. If we can, we can get him out on land and fight him there.” “Colonel,” Elsie began. “There might be a problem with that.” “Eh?” Hicks glanced over to her. “What?” “Nick, show him that picture of Godzilla regenerating,” Elsie said. Nick got it out of the briefcase. “Regenerating?” Hicks asked. “According to Tetsuo Amai,” Nick began. “Godzilla was hit by a very powerful, though experimental chemical weapon. It was created by a scientist who committed suicide after its use to make sure no one else would use it. He feared that someone would try to use it for evil.” “Why did he create it, then?” Hicks asked. “I think he discovered that these certain chemical compounds could react in a particular fashion and create this deadly weapon,” said Elsie. “He did not mean create it on purpose. That’s all that science is—discovery. He probably was trying to create something else when he discovered this compound.” “So, this weapon was used against Godzilla, huh?” asked Hicks. “When no other weapon could be used,” began Nick. “They asked this scientist to create the weapon to kill Godzilla. But, it seemed it didn’t work.” “Actually, it did work,” said Elsie. “This weapon had the power to basically destroy the molecules of living matter in water. We don’t know how because the scientist destroyed his notes, but that’s what it does. When it was fired, it stripped the flesh, organs, muscles, nerves—everything off of Godzilla’s skeleton. Now for a normal creature like you and me, that would actually kill us. But having his flesh stripped and dissolved away did not kill Godzilla.” “What?” Hicks asked. “That’s impossible!” Nick handed the colonel the picture of the ravaged Godzilla. Hicks studied it, noticing how bloody the picture looked. Then, he turned back to the scientists. “How is this possible?” he asked. “It isn’t,” Elsie began. “No living animal can survive with all of its muscles exposed, its vital organs exposed, and bleeding profusely. No animal, not even humans.” “But Godzilla can,” said Nick. “This picture was taken about 12 years after the weapon was used on Godzilla. As you can see, he has re-grown much of his flesh. Where as 12 years ago, it was stripped off leaving the skeleton.” “So, what does this mean?” Hicks asked. “We can’t kill him?” “Nothing can,” Elsie sighed. “We can wound him, we can make him bleed, we can strip him down until there’s nothing left but a skeleton—which will deter him for a decade, but we can’t kill him. He will always come back.” “What kind of creature are we dealing with, then?” Hicks asked. “In my book, there isn’t anything on this planet that can’t be killed. Even the toughest animals can be killed if you shoot them enough times. What makes Godzilla so damned different?” “We’ve got a sample of Godzilla’s scales,” said Nick. “If you could get us to an electron microscope, we can see for ourselves.” “We can’t waste time on that,” Hicks sighed. “I’m sorry. But we must continue on with our pursuit now.” “Who was this scientist who created that weapon?” O’Neil asked. “We don’t know,” Nick shrugged. “You don’t,” Hicks began. “But I bet Dr. Amai knows.” “Tetsuo’s dead,” Elsie said. “Godzilla crushed him.” Nick sighed. Once more his mind went back to Tetsuo. If Tetsuo was Godzilla, then how old was he? From what he could tell, Tetsuo looked like he was in his mid-30s. But if he was Godzilla, he must be older than that. What ever was regenerating his cells was also keeping him young as well. Godzilla was a Fountain of Youth. Still, none of this made sense. He leaned back, staring out the window, though in his mind’s eye he was still seeing that snowy picture of Godzilla and Michelle standing beside each other and smiling. How did Tetsuo become Godzilla, and why did he not tell Nick? Nick shook his head and sighed. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:47 PM Post #4 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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New York Downtown Manhattan, bustled with life like every day. It was raining and the sky was filled with gray and dark clouds. Down below the streets Audrey rushed from the cab, carrying bags of groceries in her arms. She dashed through the door of the office building, running for the elevator. “Wait up!” she cried to the others who stepped in. The bags of groceries were not for her, they were for her boss, Richard Caiman. Audrey settled down at her desk, a small cramped cubical decorated with pictures and house plants. On the other side was her friend Lucy Palotti. “It’s supposed to rain all week,” Audrey sighed as she put her bags down. “Really,” said Lucy. “What’s with the bags?” “Caiman’s groceries,” Audrey hefted as she began took off her leather jacket. “Oh, girl!” Lucy shook her head. She glanced over her cubical and grinned. “Well, speak of the devil…” “Huh?” Audrey turned around, spotting Caiman as he was talking to some of the employees. “This one’s the midget version!” he cried to his consultant. “This makes me look like a trained professional. Can we put this one on the five ‘o clock, please?” Audrey settled down at her seat, glancing back at Lucy. “You think I should ask him?” she asked her friend. “No!” Lucy protested. “Don’t!” “I’m gonna ask him,” Audrey grinned. This was her big chance to get in with the famous anchorman. Her goal since coming to New York was to become a famous news reporter. “No!” Lucy protested. “I will,” Audrey insisted, rising up from her seat. “Audrey!” Lucy hushed after her as she walked towards Caiman. “Mr. Caiman,” Audrey began. “Did you talk with Humphries?” “Audrey, this is not the place,” Caiman hushed her. “Just tell me,” she called, following him. “Did you speak with him?” “Okay,” he sighed. “He’s considering you and Rodriguez.” “Really?!” Audrey cried, her heart filled with glee. “He considered me for the job? What else did he say?” “Well,” Caiman began, turning around. He grinned slightly at the curly-haired blonde. “Why don’t we talk about this over dinner tonight? Say—your place?” “Mr. Caiman, you’re married,” Audrey said. “Yes, and you’re very beautiful,” he grinned back. “Have I ever told you that before?” “Mr. Caiman!” Audrey shook her head in protest. “I’ve been doing research work for you after hours and weekends for over three years. And this is a very important job for me. I’m too old to be your assistant. I need to know this job is going someplace.” “So,” Caiman smiled back, looking like a wolf before a sheep. “Have dinner with me tonight.” “I can’t,” Audrey said with slight disgust. Caiman stuck out his lip in a fake pout: “It’s your choice.” He turned around, entering the studio where he sat down. Audrey sighed and walked back to her desk. When she finally returned to her desk, she noticed a familiar face on the news. “Nick?” she asked. “Oh, my God. I know that guy?” “Who?” Lucy asked. “That guy on the TV,” she replied. “The sub crash. It’s my old college sweetie.” She watched as Nick rushed across the screen. A red-haired woman and an Asian looking man walked with him, talking to him. Audrey stared at it, smiling as she watched him. The news report was a recording of the submarine incident in Bermuda. Their station, WIDF, was just recapping it. She drew in closer just to stare at him again. The gears turning in her mind about this new opportunity. Audrey smiled again when an idea flashed in her eyes. She turned back once more just to rejoin her friends. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:48 PM Post #5 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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North Carolina Nick’s plane flew over the ruined landscape that was once the Brunswick unit one reactor in South Port, North Carolina. He leaned over the side, surveying the damage done to the reactor. Hicks had gotten the report that the reactor core was taken. They found it washed up on the beach; all of its radiation drained and it emptied of its rods. “Godzilla was here,” said Hicks. “He’s hungry again.” “That sub was only a snack for him,” Nick said. “As well as the other one. Godzilla has grown considerably since the 80s. He requires more fuel in order to live.” “Judging from what we’ve seen back at Bermuda,” began Craven. “I’ve calculated Godzilla is about 120 meters tall.” “He’s what?” Hicks glanced back at him. “That’s huge!” “Godzilla is nearly 400 feet tall,” Elsie sighed. “It would take a lot of nuclear energy to power something that enormous.” “So,” Hicks began. “Where’s he heading?” O’Neil brought out a map, marking along the coast the places where Godzilla had attacked. He began to trace the line up through New England and finally landing on Manhattan Island. “New York City, it looks like,” he said. “Of course this is only a prediction. I mean, who can really say where he’ll land next.” “What nuclear reactors are near New York?” Hicks asked. “Ah,” O’Neil began as he began to flip through a map of nuclear power plants of the Eastern part of the United States. “Uh…Indian Point Units 2 and 3. About 24 miles north of New York City.” “Godzilla has been recorded to go hundreds of miles inland,” began Nick. “Traveling through various rivers. There is a river near there, right?” “Yes,” O’Neil said. “It sits on the east bank of the Hudson River.” “That’s a fairly wide and deep river,” Nick began. “Perfect for Godzilla to travel through.” “Perfect for him to hide as well,” said Hicks. “So, he might be going after the nuclear plant there.” “There’s another problem,” began O’Neil. “The last plant he went after was not near an area occupied by residences. Pretty much built out in the sticks. But Indian Point…” “Westchester County,” sighed Nick. “About 20 million people live within a 50 mile radius of that plant,” said O’Neil. “Godzilla attacks it…” “Godzilla is filled with radiation,” began Nick. “Just him swimming in the Hudson River would poison it. Tearing a reactor apart in order to get at its core would even do more damage to the ground water.” “Meltdown?” Hicks asked. “No, Godzilla would absorb the radiation,” Nick said. “But there is the waste. It still could get into the river.” He reached into the briefcase and pulled out an anatomy diagram. It was an anatomy diagram of Godzilla. “Look at this…” “Where did Tetsuo get a detailed diagram of Godzilla’s anatomy?” asked Elsie. “Looks like he made it,” said Nick. “It’s written in Japanese, but I think I know what the parts are.” “How would he know what to put?” asked Craven. “Nick, Tetsuo knows more about Godzilla than any scientist alive, it seems.” Guess he would, it’s his body…Nick thought. “Okay. Godzilla, from what this thing says, contains within his body a power reactor of his own. But like all reactors, it requires fuel in order to run. That’s why he steals uranium rods. He needs the isotopes. I think he eats them. He also has been known to absorb the isotopes through osmosis as well. The reactor is in his heart, but his stomach plays a huge parts as well.” He points down towards the stomach. “It’s the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg.” “What?” Hicks asked. “Of course!” Craven shouted. “It all makes sense! So that’s how he’s able to produce that plasma breath. Inside Godzilla’s a living reactor! He just requires the isotopes from the other reactors to produce the energy inside his own.” “It takes the power from the reactor in the heart to produce the energy needed cycle those particles around in order to produce the breath,” Nick said. “But also, according to Dr. Yamane, because Godzilla is so huge, it would take something as powerful as a nuclear reactor to move him.” “So, in relative cases, he’s got an atom smasher inside his stomach,” Craven sighed. “Digestion,” Nick shrugged. “Atom smasher. The reactor is in his heart while the atom smasher is in his stomach. And the reactor powers the atom-smasher.” “Also a way to expel excess plasma he does not need,” Craven said. “But using the breath too much makes him run out of plasma—in which he runs out of energy and then he requires more.” “And where the hell did our friend Tetsuo get this kind of information?” Hicks asked. “Did he dissect Godzilla one time to see that he has an atom smasher inside his stomach and a reactor core inside his heart?” Nick was silent. “Who cares,” said Elsie. “At least now we know why Godzilla goes after reactors and nuclear submarines.” “But he has been known to attack when he is not hungry,” said Nick. “He did that to us earlier. We did nothing to him.” “Right now, the only thing we can do is perhaps attempt to trap him there in the Hudson River,” said Hicks. “Before he arrives at the reactor. I’m going to call HQ on this. Also, if Godzilla does attack NYC, we’ll need to let the governor and mayor know about it. ” “I have a question, doctors,” began O’Neil. “Uh…how does Godzilla know there’s a reactor in Indian Point? I mean it’s inland.” “Godzilla has never been to New York!” Elsie cried. “Nick? Is there anything in there that might tell us how does a monster who has never been to New York would know there was a reactor near the Hudson River?” Nick looked through the files: “No. Maybe it’s the same way he finds a sub. He senses the energy it emanates, even if it’s just a small amount. Snakes can detect heat radiation from pray using a sensor in their nose. The heat is too small for us to sense, but they could. Godzilla must have a sensor some where in his snout that senses radiation.” “Makes sense,” Elsie sighed. “Still, it doesn’t add up completely. We’re talking about him being able to sense a reactor nearly 50 miles away. And from what we’re getting from these charts, he isn’t searching. It isn’t a hunting pattern. He knows there is a reactor north of New York City! He knows because it’s like he’s been there before!” “Contact the reactor and tell them to start shutting it down,” said Hicks. “New York might suffer a black out, we need permission from the governor and the Nuclear Regulatory Commission to do that!” O’Neil protested. “Have you contacted him yet?” he asked. “The line’s busy,” O’Neil sighed. “Well, try again, damn-it!” Hicks roared. “How can it be busy?” “Busy night?” the sergeant shrugged. “Get him on the phone,” Hicks grated his teeth. “And pass it to me when you do. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” he nodded. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:48 PM Post #6 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Hudson River Godzilla growled lowly as he swam through the Hudson. So far, the humans of New York were not aware of his presence. He knew in his human mind that the government was not trying to cause panic yet. For now, his mind was on getting to that reactor. He knew there was one there in Indian Point. He had visited it a few times as a human, checking soil samples. With his memories as a nuclear physicist, it made him a more powerful monster because of it. He was no animal, he knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. The beast and the man were one now, though the man did not want it. Godzilla paused in his swimming for a moment, leaning close to the riverbed sediment. He scooped some of it up into his claws, sifting it through his fingers as if he was studying it. He sensed some chemical changes in the soil. There is a leak somewhere, he thought. No wonder those environmentalists wanted to shut the reactor down. It’s polluting the Hudson River. Oh well, they’ll get their wish. Godzilla glanced up and started his swim through the river. The great, monstrous reptile swam, swishing his tail back and forth like the motions of a crock in a swamp. He used his tail as a rudder, guiding him along through the murky water. Godzilla’s pointed ears picked up a rumbling sound. He sensed an increase of radiation and it was heading towards him from behind. Submarines… He saw two submarines were closing in on his tail. Godzilla glanced back and growled, his spines igniting with their powerful energy. He corrected his course, swinging around and his jaws parted. He would not be stopped. Heat built up inside his mouth and he blasted the plasma forth destroying both submarines before they had a chance to fire upon him. Godzilla’s mouth curled up into a grin and he finally rose out of the water. The monster let loose a trumpet, slowly lowering it to another rumble as his eyes spied the nuclear power plant. His tongue lapped out, licking his lips hungrily. Godzilla grinned a toothy grin, rumbling as he slowly lumbered towards the plant. “Godzilla’s at Indian Point,” said O’Neil. “He’s destroyed the two subs that were after him and now, he’s going after the plant.” “He didn’t take their radiation?” Nick asked. “No, just destroyed them,” O’Neil said. “He’s more interested in the reactor.” “Where’s the rest of the fire power you said would be there, Hicks?” Elsie asked. “Those subs were the only ones in range,” Hicks sighed. “Sir!” O’Neil called. “I’ve contacted the governor. He’s contacted the President. We’re to head for New York City. The President is sending his generals and troops now.” “Oh good,” Elsie nodded. She glanced back at Nick, who was staring out the window again. “Nick?” Nick turned around as Elsie scooted close to him. “Nick?” she asked. “What’s wrong?” “There’s more to Godzilla than we think, Elsie,” he sighed. “A lot more.” “What?” she asked. “I’ll be putting someone in danger if I tell you,” he sighed. “Who?” Elsie asked. “Tetsuo? He’s out of danger, if I recall. He’s dead!” “No, he isn’t,” Nick began, lowering his voice to a whisper. “He’s alive.” “What?” Elsie asked. “He escaped? Oh man, we left him on Bermuda. He must really hate you right now, Worm Guy.” Nick rolled his eyes. “So, if he’s alive…” began Elsie. “I’ll tell Colonel Hicks…” “No!” Nick cried. “Don’t tell anyone he’s alive. Especially Hicks.” “Why?” she asked. “The photos tell everything,” Nick began, using the cryptic words Tetsuo told him over the phone. “You know something, you’re strange as hell,” Elsie said as she moved back towards the other side of the plane. Nick once more returned to his staring. Godzilla leaned down, gripping his claws over the dome that protected the reactor. He growled as he smashed through the dome. He reached down into the reactor, pulling the core out. Godzilla held onto the reactor and closed his eyes. He felt the energy enter his claws, flowing up his arms and down his body. His back spines began to glow brightly as he absorbed the energy from the reactor. Then, he ripped the reactor open, hefting it up over his head. His jaws parted, inviting the uranium rods into his throat. He shook them loose, feeling them fall into his mouth. Godzilla swallowed, growling in satisfaction. He felt that he had his fill of radiation, his belly turning the energy into plasma. He dove back into the water, swimming through the Hudson River again. New York was close and he felt the demon urge him on for a small raid. This isn’t what we agreed on, Tetsuo began. I thought we were just going to get food, and then disappear for a while. A new city, began a voice in his head. The taste of fear. They’ve never seen Gojira before. Won’t they be surprised… My wife’s in that city! Tetsuo cried. I won’t let you. You have no choice… |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:49 PM Post #7 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Complications and a Call Lucy got up from the couch, leaning in as she watched the news. There had been reports coming in now about the reactor being attacked. Still, they were very tight lip about who did it. Though, through the airwaves, there were rumors that it was done by a gigantic monster. She looked up as she saw Animal and Audrey walk into the living room. “You guys see what’s going on?” Lucy asked. “It’s all over the news. Some monster attacked the nuclear power plant. They said the Hudson River might be polluted now because of it.” “Yeah, we did,” Animal answered. “Caiman is going all wacko about it. Mostly because he’s not getting a chance to cover it. Lame-wad…” “Okay,” said Lucy. “So, Audrey, where do you want to go?” “Same place as always, Lucy…” Audrey said. “Come on, let’s go,” she smiled. “You too, worthless.” “So, you think we may have to evacuate the city?” Audrey asked. “What?” Lucy asked. “How the hell are they gonna evacuate the whole Tri-State area? If you ask me, it’s like the East River. They’re just gonna leave it alone and let it work itself out. They’ll just post up signs and say don’t go swimmin’ in the Hudson, which everyone knows never to do anyways.” “What about the monster?” asked Audrey. “Probably some fluke scare brought up by those eco-freaks,” Animal said. “They ain’t releasing any photos or info on it. Who’s to say? Come, I’m starving!” “Bottomless pit here,” Lucy rolled her eyes. It did not take long for them to get to the diner and they found themselves a seat. Audrey was still staring outside the widow. “So, Cainman put the moves on you again, huh?” Lucy asked. “Yeah,” Audrey sighed. “I’m not gonna make it aren’t I?” “You’re too sweet, Audrey,” Lucy said. “And to Cainman, you’re just a pair of breasts with legs. You need to go out there, get vicious. Snatch the moment!” “Look at this face, does this face tell you that I’m vicious?” Audrey pouted. “No,” Lucy sighed. “If you ask me Cainman is nothing but ****** bag gutter slime dog that craps puke chunks.” Animal glanced up, swallowing his food: “Hey, I’m eatin’ here!” “It’s just a dog eat dog world,” Lucy continued. “And, I’m sorry, until you start toughening up, you just don’t got what it takes to make it in New York.” “Yeah,” Animal said. “No offense. But you know, nice guys finish last, right?” Audrey sat back as she hefted a sigh. “So, what about this college sweetie I hear?” Lucy asked. “Oh, his name is Nick Tatopoulus,” Audrey replied. “Jesus, is that why you dumped him?” Animal scoffed. “No,” Audrey replied. “How long were you two goin’ out?” Lucy asked. “About four years.” “Audrey, I’m surprised he didn’t ask you to marry him,” Lucy breathed. “That’s the problem, he did,” Audrey sighed. “But now…looks like he’s back.” She glanced up just as a woman came walking over to their table. “Lucy and Victor Polatti, what a surprise,” she said. The woman was blonde haired just like Audrey, but she had an airy feel about her. “Ah, Dr. Amai,” said Animal. “What you doin’ here?” “Getting a coffee,” she replied. “Michelle,” said Lucy with a smile. “Audrey, I want you to meet my sister’s psychiatrist, Dr. Michelle Amai. Michelle, this is Audrey.” She stood up and whispered into Michelle’s ear. “I think she might need your help.” “Oh?” Michelle asked. “Yeah, she’s got a little vicious problem,” Lucy chuckled. “She’s vicious?” “No, she’s not vicious enough,” Lucy said. “I think you can help her. She got the moves from Cainman and she’s not doing so well here in New York.” “I know you guys are talking about me,” Audrey said. Michelle sighed and sat down: “Sorry. I am a psychiatrist. I see all kinds of people, from those who just need a pep talk from a total stranger to people who really need help. If you like to have someone to talk to some time—give me a ring.” She handed her a business card. Audrey sighed and took it. “She’s really good,” Lucy nodded. “I think she can help you.” “Amai?” Audrey asked. “That’s a strange last name.” “Actually,” began Michelle. “I’m married to a Japanese scientist.” “Really?” Audrey asked. “My old college sweetie was partnered by a Japanese scientist when he went off to Russia. What’s his name?” “Dr. Tetsuo Amai,” Michelle replied. “Is your friend’s name Dr. Niko Tatopoulus?” “Yeah,” Audrey said. “Hey, small world.” “Very small world, I just got a call from Tetsu saying Nick is heading to New York,” Michelle informed. “Something about a monster…and a power plant.” “That attack,” Lucy pointed out. “We heard about it in the news.” “Is your husband with him?” Animal asked. “Was that the Asian looking man I saw on the news?” Audrey asked. Michelle sighed a bit, nodding slightly. Though, she knew the real truth what was going on. She glanced down when she heard her cell phone ring. Michelle grabbed it, answering the call. “Shelly!” she heard Tetsuo call out her name. His voice was low and guttural like. She knew what that meant. “Look, get out of New York City! Right now!” “What?” she asked. “In fact, get out of that diner you’re in,” Tetsuo warned. “Now! I turned back into Godzilla! And I can’t control him, Michelle. He wants to trash New York. Get out of there, now!” “Godzilla…” she breathed. The phone clicked off. “What was that?” Lucy asked. Her eyes cast themselves towards the ceiling when the lights began to flicker on and off. Then, the ground itself hopped up and down, shaking the diner and the windows. The street outside the diner began to buckle and break with the massive trembling. “Don’t tell me that’s another parade,” Lucy sighed. “I don’t think that’s a parade,” Animal began. The diner trembled again. “What the hell is that?” The sound came from the outside. It sounded like a pair of massive feet walking down the crowded street. They watched their eyes wide and their mouths opened as two enormous, clawed toes came down. As the feet strode passed the window, taxis were flattened, cars were kicked around. Lucy peered outside, gazing out the rainy window as a tow-truck was sent flying into a building across the street. They heard the hollow roar of the creature as it walked down the street. The roar shattered the window of the diner. Lucy, Michelle, and Audrey ducked as the shattered glass scattered across the floor. Animal leaned over them, protecting them. “You alright?” he asked. “You cut?” “We’re fine,” Audrey replied. “Oh, mamma,” Animal gasped. He darted out of the café. “Victor!” Lucy cried. “Don’t be stupid!” “Oh God!” Michelle gasped. She ran out following him. “No, Animal, stop!” Animal paused, watching as the massive form disappeared behind the corner, dragging its tail behind. The tail lashed about, smashing against the buildings as it turned the corner. He saw the massive, silvery colored back spines lining the creatures back and tail. “Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he breathed. “That is—large…that is very—large.” He saw the station’s news van upturned, the back doors opened. Animal dove into it, grabbing the camera from the back. “It’s a giant lizard!” Lucy cried. “No,” Michelle corrected. “It’s Godzilla.” “Godz…” Lucy’s eyes cocked out. “Victor, what are you doing?!” “Hang on!” Animal said as he put the tape in. He put the camera up on his shoulder and began to film the monster as it strolled away. “I need this shot.” “Victor!” Lucy cried. “You retard! Get back here! That’s Godzilla. You think the Japanese stop to film Godzilla? They run like the f*cking wind. Now get back here!” All around them people fled the streets. Cars crashed into Godzilla’s toes, causing the monster to glance down. A city that was unprepared for a monster attack. Usually by this time, Tokyo would have been evacuated, but New York was a different case. His pointed ears caught a familiar sound and he turned back around to see who it was. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled up into a menacing snarl. Animal leapt over the cars, climbing and running on top of their roofs, chasing after Godzilla. He could not believe what he was doing. He was chasing after Godzilla—the famous giant dinosaur from Japan. Something about this just did not seem right, but someone had to capture it. He was just the crazy cameraman to do it too. He pointed the lens up at Godzilla, noticing the great monster had turned around. Godzilla stared back at the tiny human, his golden eyes glowing with a bestial stare. “He’s looking right at me!” Animal gasped. “Oh…man…” Godzilla bellowed at the man, moving towards him. He glanced down, as he stepped towards the human. He began to raise his foot up, preparing to squish this tiny creature with one step. Then, another voice interrupted his thoughts. “Tetsuo, no!” Godzilla growled, something inside of him fought for control. He looked over, seeing a familiar face of a blonde-haired woman, waving at him. He knew that face. Something snapped inside of him and the one called Tetsuo began to take control once more. “Don’t, Tetsuo!” she cried. “Shelly…” Michelle heard the guttural sound of Godzilla’s voice calling to her. The great beast set his foot down, stepping on a taxi cab. The cameraman was between his toes now. Animal’s eyes were wide, finding himself between Godzilla’s enormous toes. Then, the foot rose up. “Oh, Jesus…” he gasped. “Victor, let’s go!” Michelle cried. “Let’s go!” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Victor breathed as he darted away from Godzilla’s feet. He held onto the camera, running as fast as he could away from Godzilla. He saw the monster begin his walk once more. The great beast paused for a moment. Then, it felt as if the air itself had been sucked out. Michelle and Animal turned around, hearing a buzzing sound coming from Godzilla. “Oh-no,” Michelle gasped. “Get down!” “What’s happening?” Victor asked, noticing the back spines of the monster beginning to glow. “Never mind, just get down!” The two ducked down behind an overturned car. The air itself felt charged and Michelle could feel the hairs on her arm stick up. A bright flash of light filled the street and a rush of heat followed afterwards. There was nothing, just blue-white. “Close your eyes!” she cried. “Don’t look at it!” “Sweet Jesus…” Victor breathed. They heard a massive explosion come from where Godzilla stood and a shockwave roaring through the streets. Everything felt hot and sticky. They could taste lead upon their tongues. Michelle’s eyes shut tightly as the wave of heat passed over them. She heard the sounds of buildings collapsing, people screaming out in pain before they were incinerated by the blast. Godzilla had used his breath for the first time on the city of New York. Then, the heat was gone. Michelle leaned up, blinking away the irritation from her eyes. Victor rose to his feet, his eyes just bulging out with horror and surprise. It almost seemed like the whole street just disappeared, leaving nothing more than a charred path. “Lucy…” he gasped. “Lucy! Audrey!” “Victor!” he heard her cry. “Victor, I’m gonna kill you!” “Michelle!” Audrey cried. “What—what was that?” They glanced around, noticing the monster had disappeared around the corner again. “Godzilla,” Michelle breathed. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:50 PM Post #8 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Base Camp The motor train pulled into the New Jersey shoreline base camp. As Nick got out of the Hummer, he stared out over the river, looking beyond the mist and rain towards Manhattan Island. The New York City skyline—it was one of the most famous features in America, and perhaps the world. The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center stood out above the other buildings lining the Manhattan shoreline. And Godzilla was in there, somewhere. Nick held onto Tetsuo’s brown briefcase securely as he walked along with Elsie towards their tent. Behind them was Colonel Hicks, who met up with Sergeant O’Neil. “Sir,” O’Neil saluted. “Any word from the mayor’s office?” Hicks asked. “Yes, sir,” he replied. “They’ve agreed to evacuate the city and they have called out the National Guard.” “Wait,” began Elsie, hearing the news. “Evacuate Manhattan? That’s over 3 million people. Is that even possible?” “I don’t know,” said Nick. “Where is he now?” Hicks asked as they walked into the main command center. “Uh…” O’Neil began, feeling a little shaken. “We lost sight of him, sir.” “What?” Hicks asked, turning around in disbelief. “Run that by me again?” “Uh, after his initial attack,” O’Neil began. “He—uh…disappeared.” “What?” Elsie asked. “Godzilla’s never disappeared before.” Hicks shook his head, sighing in disbelief that they could have lost sight of something that was 400 feet tall. A man walked up from behind him. “The Secretary of Defense is on the line, sir,” he informed. “I’ll get back with you later,” Hicks said, following the man. “I don’t understand it,” began Nick. “How could something so big disappear?” “We’re not sure on that either,” O’Neil said. “But we’re still scanning for it.” “He probably returned to the river,” Elsie said, walking towards the opening of the tent looking out over the shoreline towards Manhattan Island. “I don’t think so,” Nick said. “I mean look at it. It’s perfect. I’m not sure, but I think Japan doesn’t have islands with large metropolises on them, not like this anyways. Maybe a few large cities one side of the island, and then the other, but not like Manhattan—which is basically one city encompassing one island. This is the perfect place for him to hide. He’s in there, somewhere. Hiding.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Elsie called. “Godzilla has never hid before. He usually just attack—then the army comes out, fires their guns. Godzilla gets annoyed, blasts them to bits, then turns around and leaves. He’s never hid!” “Hey,” began O’Neil. “Channel 12 got it on tape!” “Hello, I’m Charles Caiman, in the WIDF News Center, Channel 12. Lady’s and gentlemen, we New Yorkers like to say that we’ve seen it all,” began Caiman in the news studio. “I have reports and footage that will shock you beyond belief. But I do believe that there is a dinosaur loose in Manhattan. Not just any dinosaur, but Japan’s own radioactive fire-spouting monster—Godzilla. This exclusive footage was captured today by our WIDF news cameraman Victor ‘Animal’ Palotti—who did survive unarmed when he shot this footage. It has been confirmed that the mayor of New York City, and the governor of New York has issued an evacuation of Manhattan Island. The National Guard and the US defense forces have been called upon the site to aid in the evacuation and hopefully the extermination of this monster. What the Japanese could not do, perhaps the Americans can…” Inside the center, everyone was cheering as they watched the tape of Godzilla lifting up his foot at the camera, roaring. As Animal passed them, they patted his back and shook his hand. The station was filled with people filing out of the room, boxes were in their hands. “Great stuff, Animal,” Audrey said as she grabbed some boxes. “Were you scared? “Thanks,” Animal said. “Yeah, I thought Lucy was gonna kill me.” “You damn right, you crazy wop!” Lucy snapped as she hit him over the head. “Alright, people,” called Murray Humphries. “Let’s pack it up people! We’re moving to the Jersey station. Let’s go!” Lucy heard her cell phone ring and she picked it up. “Hello?” she asked. “Oh, Michelle! Sure, that’s fine. You can stay at my place. Sure. No problem.” She hung up the phone. “Poor Michelle,” she sighed. “Never thought a shrink could go all to pieces over something like Godzilla.” “Animal!” Humphries called. “You’re riding in the chopper with Caiman! Let’s go, lift off!” “Sure,” Animal called. “Hey, Victor,” Lucy began, kissing him on the lips. “Hope you don’t mind. Audrey’s gonna stay over at our place tonight along with Michelle.” “I got no problems with that,” Animal smiled. “A foursome. I’m a little tired…” Lucy shook her head as he picked up his camera, heading out the door. Audrey glanced up at the TV set, seeing the recent footage of Nick and the red-haired woman in New Jersey. She could not help but to notice the Japanese man—Michelle’s husband was not with him. Then, she got an idea. “My bag!” called Caiman. “My bag, Audrey!” “Oh, Mr. Caiman,” Audrey began, grabbing his bag for him. “Wait. Mr. Caiman! I’ve got a lead. I know someone on the inside with the military.” “Not now,” Caiman sighed, picking up his feet as he raced towards elevator. “You don’t understand, I can get us inside information,” Audrey said. “Look,” Caiman snapped. “This is the moment when the big boys go to work, okay, honey? Bag!” Audrey grunted, throwing him his bag, watching as the elevator door closed. Then, she glanced down, noticing that she had Caiman’s press badge. She smiled again. This was going to be her chance. “This is crazy!” Lucy cried, walking through the wet and crowded streets. “Come on, hurry up! I promised I’d meet Michelle at the station.” Audrey quickly walked with her as they filed their way through the jammed streets. “We could get a cab,” Audrey said. “A cab?” Lucy asked. “Are you crazy? Come on! We’ll take the subway.” As they headed towards the subway station, Audrey glanced up through her umbrella, seeing the WIDF news chopper lift off from the top of the building. She knew that he would not get far through the security near the Jersey base camp. He was missing his press ID. She looked around. Chaos filled the streets as looters and rioters emptied the stores on Madison Avenue. She followed Lucy down to the subway seeing Michelle Amai with her cell phone to her ear. She was waiting for them. “Yes,” Michelle said over the phone. “Yes…Tetsuo.” “I’m hiding,” Tetsuo said over the phone. “What’s going on up there?” “It’s panic, chaos,” she replied. “New York has never seen you before. They don’t know what to do about it. I’m going to stay at my friend’s house in Jersey. Lucy Palotti. Her sister is one of my patients.” “I remember her,” said Tetsuo. “She’s the one with the husband who’s more or less tied to her by a leash.” “The same guy you were about to step on, you moron!” Michelle cried. “Godzilla wanted to step on him, I couldn’t do anything about it.” “What about Nick?” Michelle asked. “Nick?” Tetsuo asked. “It’s okay. He knows, by the way. He has my briefcase and he’s seen the photographs. I need to figure out how to get out of this city. It’s like a trap in here. Where are you?” “Subway 7 station,” Michelle replied. “I’m in one of the subway tunnels,” Tetsuo began. He turned around, his eyes trying to focus on the sign he was near. “It’s cramped in here. Shimatta, I wish I had my reading glasses! I’m under Madison Square Garden. I just made a huge hole in the stadium. New Yorkers are gonna hate me for that.” Michelle chuckled: “Yeah, you just trashed the place where the Nicks have their games.” “And the Rangers too,” Tetsuo sighed. “This is as good a place as any to hide in for now.” Godzilla pulled himself into Madison Square Garden, resting his head against the bleachers. “Just stay there,” Michelle said. “I’ll come get you.” “No!” Tetsuo cried. “It’s too dangerous. Go with Lucy. I’ll—come find you. Okay? I love you, Michelle. When I find you, we’ll—we’ll go back to Alaska. That is if I can gain control over Godzilla again. I’m fighting him right now just to stay in the Garden.” “Okay,” Michelle sighed. “I love you too.” “Sayonara,” Tetsuo breathed as the phone clicked off. “Was that your husband?” Lucy asked. “What’s this about the Garden?” “Yeah,” said Audrey. “What’s going on? Do you know something we don’t?” “I—I can’t say right now,” Michelle said. “You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you. Nick. I need to get to Nick. He has a briefcase my husband owned. It has everything on Godzilla. My husband studied Godzilla.” “Oh my God,” Lucy said. “I didn’t know that.” “Godzilla is his life, you might say,” Michelle began. “Come on, the train’s leaving,” Lucy called, pulling Audrey and Michelle into the train-car. “I might have a way of getting that briefcase from Nick,” began Audrey. “If you’ll let me go get it.” They sat down in the car as it began to move out from the station. “How?” Michelle asked. Audrey smiled slightly, pulling out the yellow press badge she stole from Caiman. “Caiman’s press ID!” Lucy cried. “Audrey, you go girl!” “But I don’t know,” Audrey sighed. “You think I should?” “What are you talking about?” Lucy asked. “You stole it.” “Audrey,” began Michelle. “I need that briefcase. It belongs to my husband. I need it for him.” Audrey stared down, taking out a black and white, wallet sized photo of herself. She began to place it over Caiman’s picture on the ID. “Don’t wimp out on me,” said Lucy. “You finally got a little chutzpah!” “Wait if Caiman finds out?” Audrey asked. “Look, how often will you have an ex-boyfriend on the inside of a major story?” Lucy asked. “And—you’ll be doing it for Michelle too.” “Just don’t mention my husband’s briefcase when you finally do your story,” Michelle smiled. “This is my chance at getting it back. You can go in there, poke around the camp, and—grab it for me.” “Right,” Audrey sighed. Lucy took the picture and the ID, trying to figure out how to attach it. “You got any glue?” she asked. “I’m sorry, I left my forgery kit in my other purse,” Audrey sighed. Michelle smiled, giggling. Don’t worry, Tetsuo. I’ll make sure they’ll never find out. “Are you sure that Nick has the briefcase?” Lucy asked. “I saw it in his hands on the news when he was going to the camp,” said Michelle. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:51 PM Post #9 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Godzilla Disappears! “What the hell do you mean you can’t find it?” Mayor Ebert cried out in rage, his face flushing. “How can you loose a 400 foot tall, radioactive fire-spitting lizard? What the hell are the taxpayers paying for?” Hicks grunted as he glanced back at the screen. There was nothing on the screen, no reports anywhere from the subway tunnels. The team was heading down through the tunnels, following the trace of radioactivity through them. At some points, the radioactivity would spike and the tunnel would shake. Then it would fall silent. “He’s moving around down there,” Hicks said. “That’s all I can say. We’re trying to locate him.” “How?” Ebert asked. “Don’t tell me he’s gone and this evacuation I just had about 3 million people do is for nothing! Do you realize how much money this evacuation is gonna cost the people of this city?” “We’ve been monitoring the waters all around the island,” said Hicks. “He hasn’t left Manhattan.” “Yes, but you don’t know for sure,” Ebert snapped. “We have a strong reason to believe it maybe hiding,” Hicks tried to explain. “Inside one of the buildings of the restricted area.” “But you don’t know for sure!” Ebert cried. “I don’t want New York start looking like downtown Tokyo! Why the hell is it here anyways? That monster likes to take a bite out of Japan, not New York!” “Mr. Mayor,” Hicks sighed. “We cannot give the ‘all clear’ until each building has been checked.” “Well, find out,” Ebert shook his fat finger at the colonel. He turned away, staring back at the other military personnel around him. “Maybe Godzilla likes the taste of apples…” Hicks whispered under his breath. He turned back to the team as they made their way through the wrecked tunnels. Godzilla had destroyed several shafts through his digging, caving in tunnels, opening up new ones. There was a danger that the tunnels might cave in because of all the burrowing, and that bothered O’Neil. Nick waved the Geiger counter around, trying to take in how much Godzilla had irradiated the tunnels just by burrowing. “Uh, sir,” began O’Neil, saluting with a shaky hand. “We have a slight problem. It maybe more difficult than originally projected that we’re able to find Godzilla within one of the buildings.” “Oh, wonderful,” Ebert sighed in sarcasm. “More good news.” “What?” Hicks asked. “He’s been using the subway tunnels,” O’Neil replied. “What?” Hicks cried. He turned back to Nick, who had Tetsuo’s briefcase opened. “Tatopoulus, has this ever happened when Godzilla attacked Tokyo?” “Uh, no,” Nick replied. “Godzilla has never burrowed through subway tunnels before.” “He probably used them to sneak his way into Manhattan from the Hudson River,” said Elsie. “How did he know that there were subway tunnels near the Hudson?” Ebert asked. “It’s like he knows Manhattan just like every other average ‘Joe’ on the street.” “It’s like Indian Point,” said Elsie. “Godzilla has never been to Indian Point. But he knew that it was there. And he knows that Manhattan has subway tunnels. It doesn’t make sense.” “Get a team together,” said Hicks. “We’re going down the subway tunnels.” “So—so whatever that monster touches gets irradiated?” O’Neil asked. “Apparently,” Nick replied. “It’s like moisture coming out of our pores. He just gives off a radioactive signature and what ever he touches also becomes radioactive.” “You better pack some radiation suits,” Elsie said. “Just in case.” “Right,” Hicks said. “Worm Guy, you’re my Godzilla expert right now. Since we don’t have Amai—may he rest in peace—I’ll need you to inform me of everything you’ve read from his notes.” “Right,” Nick nodded. The city was emptied and the streets were dark. It was a strange feeling, seeing the streets completely empty. They drove down towards the spot where O’Neil found the hole. The team got out, wearing full radiation suits and carrying Geiger Counters. Nick began to take some readings as they descended the stairs. They found the enormous hole in the 23rd and 6th subway station. “Lieutenant Anderson and his men found this earlier this afternoon,” informed O’Neil to Hicks. “We’ve checked the office building above when we found that the floor was gone.” “Oh god…” Hicks breathed, aiming his flashlight up and around the tunnel. He saw the enormous hole above them. “Look at the size of these holes!” Elsie cried. “Wow! Looks like Godzi burrowed himself extremely deep. From the reports, he’s never really done this.” “Change in behavior?” Hicks asked. “Seems like it,” Nick replied. “When we discovered that he could burrow through the tunnels,” began O’Neil. “We realized that he might have left the quarantine zone.” “Holy Christ,” Hicks breathed. “How many tunnels lead off the island?” “Only 14, sir,” replied the sergeant. “We’ve checked them all. He hasn’t used any of them.” “Godzilla really can’t be contained,” Nick warned. “I don’t care,” Hicks growled. “This thing is not getting off this island! Block them off, fill them with cement, cave them in with C-4 charges, O’Neil. I want this thing contained.” “Yes, sir,” O’Neil saluted. “Let’s get some explosives down here!” Nick glanced around, taking samples as he went. He found some more scale fragments. “We need to draw Godzilla out some how,” said Hicks. “Nick, how do we do that?” Nick shook his head: “Have a reactor out for him to feed off of?” “Report back to base camp,” he said. “Figure out how to get Godzilla out in the open.” Nick finally came back up to the surface and reported back to the base. Following decontamination procedures, he was ready to study what he found in the tunnels. Then, his phone rang. “Hello?” he asked. “Moshi-moshi. Tatopoulus-sensei desu-ka?” asked the voice. “Tetsuo?” Nick asked, recognizing the deep, guttural voice on the phone. “Hai,” Tetsuo answered. “Hey, Nick. Having fun trying to find me?” “They’re going to try and trap you,” Nick said. “To force you out in the open. They’re gonna cause some cave-ins to do it.” “Least they’re up to something,” Tetsuo sighed. “If you really want to see me, all you have to do is say so.” “What?” Nick asked. “All you have to do is say so, Nick,” Tetsuo’s voice grinned. “And I’ll be there.” “I want to see you,” Nick breathed. “Where?” Tetsuo asked. “C—Central Park,” Nick replied. “At nine tonight.” “Good,” Tetsuo said. “I’ll see you then.” “W—wait, do I need a radiation suit?” Nick asked, but the phone clicked off. “Damn…not again.” He sighed for a moment and then rushed out of his tent. He grabbed a decontaminated radiation suit and facemask, throwing them into a jeep. He heard someone run up as he started to throw Tetsuo’s briefcase into the jeep. “Nick!” Elsie called. “What the hell are you doing?” Nick stopped and turned back towards her. “I—I don’t know,” Nick sighed. “I just don’t know. Tetsuo wants to see me.” “He’s here?” she asked. “Great, we’ll go get him. I’ll tell the colonel.” Nick sighed a bit and grabbed the photograph from his jacket pocket. He handed her the photograph, the one of Godzilla and Michelle standing and smiling in the snow. Elsie stared at it, not understanding what she was looking at. “That lady there is Tetsuo’s wife Michelle Wilson-Amai,” said Nick. “And that’s Godzilla standing with her. You know why he’s standing with her?” “He’s—gonna eat her?” Elsie asked. “No,” Nick sighed. “Godzilla and Tetsuo are the same person. In Bermuda, that wasn’t some animal attacking us, that was Tetsuo. Now I’m going to see him so he can explain to me why he’s turning into a monster.” “This is crazy!” Elsie cried. “How can someone who’s like 5 feet tall turn into something 400 feet tall with a nuclear breath? It’s not scientifically possible.” “Because he’s Godzilla,” Nick said. “And that’s all I can think of. Now, I’m just going to find out why.” “Nick,” Elsie began. “You know I’ll have to tell Hicks about this.” “Sure,” Nick sighed. “Go ahead. And while you’re at it, show him these two pictures of Tetsuo and his wife in Alaska. And this too…” He produced a manuscript written by Steve Martin. It was titled Gojira. “What’s this?” Elsie asked as she looked at it. “Steve Martin’s detailed and uncut version of Godzilla’s raid on Tokyo back in 1954,” began Nick. “Includes the telephone conversations between he and Tetsuo, he and Serizawa…and the name of the weapon that was created to destroy Godzilla. It’s called the Oxygen Destroyer by the way, and Tetsuo knows how to make one. Maybe if Hicks asks nice enough, Tetsuo will give him the formula so the US army can use it on him.” “Oh God…” she breathed. Elsie leaned against the jeep. “So—you’re going to go out and see him, huh? Packing a radiation suit?” “Yeah,” Nick sighed. “So, there’s your answer. Yes, Godzilla has been to New York. He’s lived in New York. Yes, Godzilla has been to the Indian Point plant. That’s why he knew where to go.” “Because Tetsuo has been there,” Elsie sighed. “Why is Tetsuo attacking New York?” “Doubutsu akuma is what Tetsuo told me,” Nick replied. “It’s Japanese meaning demonic beast. The Japanese have had many myths on powerful spirits in the form of demons taking over their bodies and using them—making them do things they wouldn’t normally do. Like—werewolves.” “So, Tetsuo is a were—Godzilla?” asked Elsie. “You’ve lost me.” “He’s a person who is suffering because something not human is taking control over him, I think,” Nick said. “I’m going to find out why, and try to see if I can help my friend before any of this escalates into Tokyo-like damage.” “That’s why there hasn’t been much damage and why Godzilla’s hiding,” Elsie sighed. “Tetsuo’s fighting for control.” “I guess,” Nick sighed. “Go ahead…tell the colonel everything. It wouldn’t make a difference. He still would want Tetsuo dead.” Nick sighed as he got into the jeep. Elsie watched as the jeep drove away, driving passed several protesting guards as it made its way down the street. Two red break lights disappeared into the rainy night. Elsie sighed again, staring down at the things she was given. The two pictures of Tetsuo in his beast form, leaning his snout against his wife Michelle, the other of Michelle throwing snowballs at Tetsuo’s snout. What ever was controlling Tetsuo, making him do these horrible things was not in control with that picture. She glanced down at the written manuscript by Steve Martin. Elsie leaned against the tent and began reading. Though, it was not clearly stated why or how Tetsuo was turned into the monster Godzilla, she did read the parts about how Tetsuo was supposed to die in a nuclear reactor. Elsie lowered the papers and ran a shaking hand through her hair. She hid the papers in her private tent, locking them up so no one would not see them. Then, she stared back at the pictures, trying to figure out whether or not she should show the colonel or leave it as is. Nick was going to be in large trouble for taking a jeep out without permission. The two beings in the picture looked so happy. It was Alaska, a place where there was no one to bother them. That was where Godzilla had been for many years. That was why Godzilla never showed up until now—until Tetsuo had come to New York. Godzilla just goes where Tetsuo goes. Tetsuo lived in Japan, Godzilla attacked Japan, now Tetsuo is in America, and so Godzilla attacks America. Still, there was that unanswered question as to why it happens. She hoped that Nick could find out soon. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:52 PM Post #10 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Godzilla Explains All It was odd walking around Central Park at night and no one come up to steal something. Nick glanced around, knowing to look when he was in Central Park. It was a habit that all who lived or visited in New York has gained. Nick heard the sound of a bird flutter by and snapped his flashlight up to see what startled it. When nothing came out to grab him, he lowered his defenses slightly. His heart was pounding at a high rate and he breathed heavily through the mask he had on his face. He glanced around, hoping that no one had followed him. Then, he heard a rumble come from the buildings before him. “You look ridiculous in that get-up, Nick,” came a deep and rumbling voice from the buildings. “That suit makes you stick out like a sore thumb amidst all the green.” “Tetsuo?” Nick asked. “Yes,” Tetsuo rumbled. “It’s me.” Nick could not see where the voice was coming from. He lifted his flashlight up, hoping he would see something. “Put that light down, Nick,” Tetsuo warned him. “I asked to see you,” Nick said. “And I want to. Where are you?” “Behind the buildings,” he replied. “You sure you want to see me?” “Yes,” Nick said. “Please. That’s what I came here for. I want to see for myself.” “Alright then,” Tetsuo sighed. Nick heard the ground rumble and shake as two feet came down around him. Godzilla had appeared. Nick lifted his flashlight up at the great monster, tracing the beam up his chest and then up to the head. The menacing face glanced down at him. Nick could clearly see several rows of teeth inside its mouth. He had multiple fangs in his mouth. The great spiny scales on his head ran down to his shoulders and down around his chest, giving him almost a mane-like effect. The tail of the creature was immense and long, just as long as Godzilla was tall. The great monster’s face, though menacing in appearance, he had a somber and sadden expression on his face. “T—Tetsuo?” Nick asked, feeling his fear rise in the presence of the great monster. Godzilla hefted a very human-like sigh and finally leaned down, settling down on his haunches on the grassy park below him. He tried to do is as softly as he could so he would not disturb his friend. The great creature leaned on one claw and stared up at the cloudy sky. “Have you ever heard of Yukio Mishima?” he asked. “I think so,” Nick replied. “A Japanese nationalist, right?” “More than that, he was a patriot,” the monster replied. “He believed that Japan could return to its roots, to its power—the glorious days of the Empire. I believed in his ideals one time, so did my companion Dr. Serizawa. We were both prisoners of war, by the way.” “What?” Nick asked, stepping back. “I fought for my country in World War II, Nick,” he said. “But then, I had other ideas after the two atomic bombs blasted my country with fire, ash, and radiation. I took it upon myself to study it. Then, all I wanted was peace. I saw the force of nuclear energy and began to design a reactor that could use that force to power cities—instead of destroying them. I joined Tokyo’s Nuclear Commission and proposed my idea. It would be the first boiling water reactor. I knew it could be used that way. They accepted my ideas and my plans and began to build the experimental reactor on an island away from civilization. That island was Odo Island, Nick. So, I studied the plans, so far they followed my blueprints. Then, one night I came upon some other blueprints for the reactor. These were not mine, but someone else’s. They were not for a boiling water reactor, but for a cyclotron.” “Cyclotron?” Nick asked. “Then, the reactor that was built…” “It was a nuclear weapons plant,” Godzilla said. “I saw what was being shipped, their orders. These were not the uranium rods that were supposed to be shipped there, they were components for their weapon. Heavy water and the like. Then, I noticed what they were creating. They were creating an H-bomb.” Nick was silent after that. “I called my fiancée Emiko Yamane,” he said. “And I told her what was happening. Emiko is Dr. Kyohei Yamane’s daughter, Nick. I even called my friend Dr. Daisuke Serizawa, who I had assisted in some of his discoveries. One of those being the Oxygen Destroyer.” “Ironic,” Nick breathed. “Isn’t it?” Godzilla could only chuckle. “Well, I took a boat to the plant hoping I could sabotage it. I wanted to stop the creation of that weapon. I said that Japan could become strong in other ways, through trade, through commerce, not war. We were making a big mistake by building this thing. We should have learned—after all it was us who felt the affect of an atomic bomb. We know the dangers! Just as that should have taught the Americans about the power of the nuclear bomb, should that also not teach us who were its target? My boss, Kudo Hamata found me sabotaging the plant and brought me up to his offices—with guards pointing their rifles at my back.” Nick remained silent. “I told him that what he was doing was wrong,” he continued. “But he just laughed at me, saying I was against my own country. Then, he offered to help me redeem my honor. Can you believe that?!” Nick could clearly tell that the monster was furious by this. There was strain in his voice when he said it. “He said that he had heard that I helped Serizawa create a powerful weapon,” Godzilla began. “He wanted to know what the weapon was and how to make it. I told him I would die before I gave him the formula. Apparently that was also a choice.” “What did he do?” Nick asked. “I was shot,” Godzilla said. “But they had to get rid of the body. So, they threw me into the reactor core.” “Oh no!” Nick exclaimed. “I was still alive when they threw me in,” he said. “It should have killed me, Nick. Being among all that radiation should have killed me instantly. But I didn’t die. Instead—I turned into this you see before you.” “Why?” “There are legends among my people,” Godzilla began. “Legends that tell of the powers that be able to possess the bodies of mortals, giving them incredible strength—even immortality. I was never a religious man, you see. I did not believe in such things. What could be proved scientifically was all that I needed to know. I was wrong. There was a force out there greater than what science could prove or disprove and it chose me as its vessel. Well, some how, what ever Hamata did, or something upset that power it chose to work its will through me and thus Gojira was born. “I had no control over my body, Nick. You can’t possibly know how that feels to see the destruction you’re causing but can’t control it. It was horrible. I knew the only way to get rid of Gojira was to kill me. I found out that at the time, there was not a weapon that could do it. So, I managed to have Emiko convince Serizawa to use the Oxygen Destroyer. I managed to take control in order to revert back to my human form in order to ask her.” Nick glanced down and sighed. Godzilla leaned down towards him, his amber eyes staring at the tiny human. “It was used, Nick,” he said. “But it didn’t work. It worked…” “But you still came back,” Nick said. “I know. Those pictures. Can anything kill you?” “I don’t know,” the monster sighed. “I want to die so much. But I have Michelle, so a part of me wants to live. I need to find a cure or it will continue.” “So that was where Godzilla has been?” Nick asked. “Alaska?” “Not completely,” he said. “There was that fight between Battra, Mothra and I. Some how she convinced Gojira into helping her fight Battra. When I gained control, I managed to ask her for a wish. She granted a wish for me, to make me human and keep Godzilla from coming back. She said it would not last. That was why he’s back now.” “But you’re in control now,” said Nick. “The beast wants you to know,” Godzilla said. “That’s why I am in control of my body. I’m trying to fight him off. It’s getting easier. Michelle has tried to use every psychological technique she could think of to keep the beast down. Sometimes it would work, sometimes it wouldn’t. Nick, you know the army can’t kill me.” “I need to get you out of the city,” Nick said. “There has to be a way to do it. You could burrow yourself out.” “It’s possible,” Tetsuo replied. “But the demon wants to remain on land. He loves it when the army retaliates. He gets a thrill out of it. That was probably why he returned. He got bored.” “Why?” “It’s a vengeful spirit,” Godzilla replied. “Does it need a reason to be vengeful? You exist and that’s reason enough for it to kill. And it loves irony. How ironic to use a human to kill humans. It’s not like we’re already killing ourselves with our own wars. He just threw another card onto the deck. At first it was about building the plant, but now…” “I hate irony,” Nick sighed. “What do we do?” “Nothing,” Godzilla replied. “Right now, just nothing.” His ears perked up when he heard the sound of rolling tanks and chopper blades thumping in the distance. He got off the ground, growling. He could feel the monster beast taking control of his body as the human forces advanced on him. “You better run, Nick,” said Tetsuo through Godzilla. “You better run now.” “Hicks…” Nick swallowed. “Run, hide,” he said. “Don’t let Hicks see you with me, trust me.” “Before I go, how old are you, Tetsuo?” Nick asked. “I’m 83 years old,” Tetsuo replied. “I know. I’m old. Godzilla is immortal. Now, hurry.” Nick got into the jeep and drove away as soon as the sounds of the forces came closer to Central Park. He heard the sound of Godzilla’s frighteningly, hollow roar and he was stopped by it. Nick turned around, swallowing as he glanced back. He heard the sounds of the tanks firing, missiles flying, impacting on the scaly hide of the great monster. Godzilla stood there, his dark, angular shape contrasted against the shattered buildings. Nick watched in silence as the back spines lit up, flickering with their blue light. He felt the charge in the air, it seemed to have a vacuum to it. He thought the air itself was being sucked out of his own longs. His breath was gone as a blinding flash appeared. Godzilla’s body seemed to have disappeared with the flash. Nick tasted lead upon his tongue again, something he tasted before back on Bermuda. Then, he heard the sound of the explosion. The force itself nearly toppled his jeep. He managed to brace it against a building, though he wondered if that would hold as well. His eyes were wide and he began to breathe hard. The light cleared and Godzilla stood there amongst a crater that was once the forces sent to destroy him. Around him were ruined buildings, nothing more than skeletons of their former glory. Nick felt his fear rise. Though his friend was inside that monstrosity, he had to run from him. Nick turned away, driving as fast as he could away from Godzilla. He was afraid to even look back, fearing that the monster was chasing after him. He did not want to know if he was or not, fearing he would freeze up if he saw Godzilla behind him. “‘I had to do nothing more than to weep for what had happened to my friend,’” Elsie read aloud to Mandel Craven on a street corner, near the camp. “‘There was little that could be done. He wanted to die, he cried out so desperately for death and I saw it in his eyes. The demonic monster that had grown from him—an evil he believed he created—was torturing him. Nothing could kill this great beast. And so, Tetsuo looked to Dr. Daisuke Serizawa, and old friend and companion. This would be his version of seppuku, the ritualistic suicide performed by samurais during the glory days of Japan’s Empire. As I watched Dr. Serizawa carry the Oxygen Destroyer down, I could only imagine it as two swords, one short, one long. To perform seppuku the person performing it would have an assistant. After he stabbed himself with the short sword…the wakishashi, the assistant with the long sword would slice off his head in order to help the death along—for gouging one’s stomach was a slow, and painful dying process. Tetsuo had Daisuke as his assistant for this ritual. Then, I knew in Serizawa’s eyes that not even he would come back up. They would die together. The look on Tetsuo’s face that day at the hospital and the look on Serizawa’s face here was sobering to me. All I could do was watch…’” Elsie lowered the paper down, shaking her head as she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. Mandel could not even speak. “And this is the monster we’re trying to kill?” he asked. “I think I feel sick.” “I—I can’t do this anymore,” Elsie sighed. “I’m going to quit. I just have to quit. They can just destroy that monster without me.” Elsie and Craven walked back into the camp, entering Nick’s tent. Elsie wanted to put the report back into Tetsuo’s briefcase. Nick parted the tent, looking in. “Hey, guys,” he said, his reply was only dismal stares. “What’s wrong?” “Where the hell were you?” she asked. “Hicks was up and down on my neck trying to find out where you were. They found Godzilla. He was in Central Park. I suspect you were there too.” “Yeah,” Nick nodded. “And the troops he sent in—completely blown up by Godzilla.” Elsie sighed as she slapped him the papers: “You can keep this job. I’m gone.” “Elsie?” Nick asked. “What happened?” “I read it, okay?” she asked. “I read the whole, sobering, dismal, grieving, depressed thing! Everything about Tetsuo and Godzilla and—everything else! I’m sick, okay? I just want to go home, back to my apartment in Pennsylvania, crawl into my bed, pull the sheets up over my head and never come out until Armageddon comes.” “I’m with her,” Craven said. “Elsie…” Nick said. “If you read it, then you understand that Tetsuo wants to die. He wants Hicks to kill him.” “Yeah, I got that too!” Elsie cried. “And if you haven’t read all through it and don’t remember those pictures—it ain’t gonna happen! He can’t be killed, remember? Unless Tetsuo finds a way to fly himself to the sun and incinerates himself, it will never happen! So, I’m just gonna do my conscience a favor and step out of this mess right now.” “Elsie!” Nick called just as she stormed out of the tent, her eyes filled with tears. She poked her head momentarily back in. “Oh and FYI,” she began in her cocky tone. “Hicks is pissed. Go and see him about stealing that jeep to visit your reptile friend.” “You didn’t tell him, right?” Nick asked. “You didn’t tell him about Tetsuo?” “No,” she replied. “I didn’t. I didn’t show him the papers, or those pictures. So, he still doesn’t know. Will I ever? No. I’m going to save face for not doing so. Something Tetsuo tried to do, but couldn’t because he’s now a 120-meter tall, immortal, nuclear fire spitting monster!” As Elsie walked outside she heard her cell phone ring. She picked it up. “Hello?” she sobbed on the phone, her efforts of concealing her feelings were useless. “Moshi-moshi, Elsie-chan,” came a familiar, yet beastly voice on the other line. “Dr. A—Amai?” she sniffed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tetsuo asked. “Look, I know,” she said. “I know, I know everything. And—right now I don’t care how the hell you’ve managed to get my number, or how you’re using a phone in your present state. I don’t care, really. I’m leaving. This is too depressing. Go—die by your own means.” “Back then I wanted to die, but now I don’t, actually,” Tetsuo said. “If that makes you feel better. Look, you stormed out so quickly. Nick wants to help me. And I want your help too.” “Huh?” she asked. “Help? Help you commit suicide?” “No,” Tetsuo chuckled. “Help me get rid of the beast. I don’t know why, but I know I will be needing your assistance. Call it, a gut feeling.” “After hearing what seppuku was, don’t mention gut,” she grunted. “Please?” “Okay,” he began. “How about this. If you stay with Nick, how would you like to get hands-on study of Godzilla’s anatomy? I’m not joking. Everything, cells, spit, other things…I need you here with Nick. In return, fingernail clippings—anything you feel is relevant to the study of why Godzilla is, what he is, and how he’s able to stand up with so much weight. You’ll be famous.” “Don’t make me sicker than I am,” Elsie sighed. “I’m not kidding,” Tetsuo said. “You read my notes on my reactor inside my stomach, right? How would you like to add to that?” “I’m not a nuclear physicist,” she said. “Maybe,” Tetsuo began. “But you study evolution. Why would something like me, once a human, would develop something like that? You could write books on it.” “Alright,” she sighed. “I really do appreciate this,” said Tetsuo. “You realized you killed a bunch of soldiers, right?” “Yes,” he said. “And you’re going to help me stop the killing. I can’t control the monster, when the monster is in control. You’re going to help Nick. And in return I will help you. And so will Craven. Okay?” “Okay,” she sighed. “Hang in there, Elsie-chan,” Tetsuo chuckled. “It’s almost over, I swear. Just hang in there a little while longer.” “Don’t call me ‘chan’,” Elsie could not help a small smile curling up her lip. “It made you smile, didn’t it?” Tetsuo grinned back through the phone. “How the hell…” Elsie asked, swinging her head around trying to see where he was. The phone clicked off after that. She sighed, lowering the phone, returning to the tent. “I’m staying.” “What?” asked Craven. “I thought…” “Yeah, well, lizard-boy just called me,” she sighed. “Gave me a pep talk. I’m staying, okay? Just go with it.” “Thanks, Elsie,” said Nick. “When this is over, Godzilla and I are having a huge talk about how he’s able to call us on phones and crap,” Elsie shook her finger at Nick. “I mean it. He will tell me everything. Because if I’m correct, they don’t make cell phones his size!” “One of the mysteries he can tell us when we get done with this,” said Nick. “It is convenient though, being able to call us through a phone no matter where he is—some how. I wonder if we can do the same for him.” Nick could not help but to chuckle as he settled down on the cot of the tent. Then, he sighed again, realizing that his job here was in jeopardy. He saw a shadow pass from the tent and he peeked outside. A blonde-haired woman walked around the tents, quietly passing each one and peeking in. He recognized her. “Audrey?” he asked. “Audrey Timmons?” Audrey turned around, her eyes wide when she saw him. “Nick!” she laughed. “Hello.” “Hello,” he said. “What are you doing here?” “I’m—well…my station’s covering this,” she replied, thumbing the stolen press badge. He glanced down at it, noticing her picture. “Oh,” he nodded. “That’s good. I see you’ve made it as a news reporter. Good for you.” “Yeah,” Audrey began shyly. “And you, with this—uh—Godzilla thing.” Nick nodded as he turned back towards the tent. Then, he glanced back at her. “You want to get some tea with me?” he asked. “Sure,” Audrey said. “Come on,” Nick smiled, leading her inside the tent. The others saw him walk in with her. Elsie stared for a moment, then looked away, covering the pictures up with her hand. “Wow, picking up women,” she scoffed. “What next?” “Everyone,” said Nick. “This is Audrey. Audrey, this is—well everyone. She went to college with me a while back.” “Oh,” Craven said. “I suppose you two need some time alone?” “We’ll just be off,” Elsie said as she walked out with the pictures and the manuscript. Audrey watched as she and Craven walked away, noticing one of the photos dropping from the pile. “So, nuclear biologist,” she began. “That’s a big title.” “Well,” Nick said. “I’m just a biologist. Not really nuclear. But I do occasionally study creatures that have been altered by—a meltdown of a reactor here and there. Last time I was in Russia.” “Really?” she asked. “You know, things have changed. I remembered when we had all those nuclear protest rallies. Now it seems your going with it all.” “Oh no,” Nick corrected. “It’s not that. Being a part of it is all about what we were trying to achieve then. You see, back then it was all trying to distance yourself from what they were doing. Now, by going there to the sites, studying the effects, and documenting them, I can hope to do the changes I wanted the Nuclear Regulatory Commission to do when we started the protests in the first place.” “Sounds like fun,” she said as she knelt down, picking up the picture that was on the floor. She saw what it captured and she recognized Dr. Michelle Amai in the scene. What really puzzled her was Godzilla. What was he doing in that picture? Seeing the photo of Michelle reminded Audrey of why she was there. She turned back to Nick. “I was wondering,” she began. “Have you ever heard of a man named Tetsuo Amai?” “Yes, he’s my partner,” Nick replied. “Well, believe it or not, I know his wife,” Audrey smiled as she placed the picture down on the table. “Michelle Amai. I was wondering—well she was wondering if he was here.” “No,” Nick sighed. “He isn’t.” Nick knew that Michelle knew about the secret. He was trying to figure out a way to tell Audrey that Tetsuo was all right without giving away what exactly happened to him. “He—is away,” Nick said. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Audrey sighed. “Well, I should tell her where…” “On a new assignment,” Nick replied. “Oh,” she sighed. “Well, his wife is visiting a friend of mine. She seemed worried about him when you arrived and he didn’t.” “He’s okay,” Nick said. “Good,” she said. “I’ll tell Michelle when I see her. So, how are you?” “Good,” Nick replied. “I’m sorry, I have a lot of work to do. But—I would like to see his wife some time.” “Oh, sorry,” she sighed. “I’ll tell Michelle.” She turned around and started to leave. “Audrey,” Nick began. “When this is over, would you like to go out for dinner sometime? For old times?” “Sure,” she smiled. “I’d like that.” “Thanks. Well, later.” Audrey picked up her phone and called Lucy’s house to make sure Michelle was all right. “Hello?” came the voice on the phone. “Michelle?” “Audrey?” she asked. “What happened?” “Well, I just have one question,” she began. “Have you ever been to Alaska?” “Excuse me?” “I saw a picture of you and what looked to be Alaska,” she began. “And—and…something else.” “The picture?” Michelle asked. “Tetsuo’s briefcase? Audrey, go back in there and get it!” “Michelle, was that a—was that…” began Audrey, still not sure what she saw. “Was that Godzilla?” Michelle asked. “Yes. Was that me standing beside him? Yes. He’s my husband.” “I thought Tetsuo…” “His name is Tetsuo, Audrey,” Michelle said. “Everyone else calls him Godzilla…look, it’s hard to explain. But I need that briefcase.” “The briefcase was gone,” she said. “All I found were the two photographs.” Audrey leaned over, watching from behind the tent as a soldier walked in. He looked like he was one of the commanders in the base camp that was set up here. She watched the man came back outside, carrying those two photographs with him. “Some soldier just went into Nick’s tent and got the photographs,” Audrey said. “God no,” Michelle sighed. “He’s gone,” she said. “I think Nick knows.” “Where’s the briefcase?” Michelle asked. “I think Nick or his friends have it,” Audrey replied. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:55 PM Post #11 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Discoveries Colonel Hicks sat down at his desk, his eyes were downcast. After hearing half of the platoon he ordered out to find Godzilla was destroyed by the monster. The rest were scared to go out there and find him again. Before him were two photographs of Godzilla. Unlike the usual photographs that showed Godzilla attacking cities, these were different. He found them in Nick’s tent, while trying to find Nick. Hicks needed to see Nick, to tell him he should not have gone off like that. He also needed Nick to bring Tetsuo’s briefcase so he could share with the general, the mayor, and the governor the knowledge Tetsuo had on Godzilla. What he found were only those two photos and no Nick. Hicks stared aimlessly at the photos. They were both of Godzilla, and a woman standing beside the monster’s great head. She was smiling. Hicks shook his head, he could not believe what he was seeing. He knew who the woman was in the photograph. He had seen pictures of her before, pictures that Tetsuo had in his tent. They were of his wife, Michelle Amai. He was no fool; he knew what he was looking at now. Tetsuo and Godzilla, they were the same person. “Tetsuo…” he sighed, staring at the pictures. He slapped the desk as he got up, walking outside with the photographs in his hands. He glanced up, seeing O’Neil come running over to him. “Uh, sir,” he began. “Godzilla’s leaving the containment barrier. We’ve tried everything to stop him. It isn’t. He’s heading towards the Hudson River again, blasting every thing we’re throwing at him.” “Of course,” Hicks said. “Might as well forget about it. We can’t kill it. The thing that was supposed to have killed this thing didn’t. And I think I know why now. Is the team together?” “Yes, sir,” he nodded. Hicks followed him into the command bunker, seeing all of the operatives inside. Nick and Elsie sat down at the table, in front of them were Craven and the mayor of New York. Behind them were a general and an admiral. Beside Ebert was the governor of New York. “Godzilla’s heading towards the Hudson River and you can’t stop it?” the mayor growled. “He’s caused countless damage.” “I don’t think we should be calling him Godzilla anymore,” Hicks began. “What do you mean?” the general asked. Hicks pulled out the photographs and threw the down on the table. “Care to explain something, Dr. Tatopoulus?” Hicks asked. Nick leaned over, picking up one of the photos. He glanced up at Hicks, in complete shock. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “Who’s that woman beside our lizard friend?” Hicks asked. “Michelle Amai…” Nick sighed. “Tetsuo’s wife?” O’Neil asked. “Tetsuo’s briefcase, I’d like to have it,” he ordered. “Now.” Nick sighed again, pulling the brown briefcase from under the table. He handed it to Hicks, who opened it, searching through it. Then, he came to the secret compartment where the report was. “Gojira, by Steve Martin,” Hicks said. “The uncensored version.” “The comic?” Mayor Ebert asked. “No, the reporter,” said Hicks. “The only American who survived and reported the first attack of Godzilla on Tokyo in 1954.” He glanced down at the report and began to read the first paragraph. “‘Gojira that was what he was called by those from Japan. Everywhere else, he was known as Godzilla. If anyone were to tell me that a gigantic, mutant monster would attack and destroy Japan, I would have never believed them. And if anyone were to tell me that that monster had a connection with a man named Dr. Tetsuo Amai, I would also not believe it. Tetsuo Amai was a friend of mine, long time friend.’ Tetsuo Amai was alive back in the 1950s? How old is he really, 60—70?” “83,” Nick replied. “Wait a minute…” Ebert began. “This scientist that was with you—who died at Bermuda during Godzilla’s attack, was an old man?” “He didn’t look all that old when I met him,” said O’Neil. “Sir, he looked like he was in his 30s. 83?” “He looks good for a senior citizen,” Hicks commented with a slight chuckle. “The radiation must be some kind of Fountain of Youth for him. Funny, that remark was in this report.” He skipped down a few pages, trying to find something that could explain to him what exactly was going on. ‘“I should have died,” Tetsuo sighed in grief, glancing back at me. “I should have died. No human is meant to withstand that much radiation. I should have burst into flames, or melted, or become a chard spot on the floor—but I didn’t. It doesn’t make sense. No man can turn into a 150-foot tall monster, it’s not scientifically possible. I can’t control him. He’s too strong. Where is Freudian logic when it comes down to the most primitive and bestial form of the human psyche?”’ He glanced up at the rest of them, who just stared back in complete shock. Hicks turned back to Nick, then to everyone else. “Shall I read on, or will you explain finally?” Nick still remained silent. “Should I tell them about the—Oxygen Destroyer?” Hicks asked. “About the weapon that Tetsuo knows how to make—the weapon that should have killed Godzilla in the first place?” He read on to the pages were it told about Godzilla’s reappearance. ‘“It didn’t work, Steve,” I heard the voice over the phone utter in pain. “The Oxygen Destroyer should have, but it didn’t.” I did not know what he meant until I saw the shadow outside the window of my apartment. It was night, and cloudy, with just a few rays of the full moon peeking out through the clouds. I could not see the dark shape very well because of this. Then, the clouds parted over it and the moon revealed the creature standing before me. It was Godzilla! I let loose a powerful, frightened, horrified scream that should have awakened the city from its slumber. What I saw before me was Godzilla, but it was all wrong, all twisted, and all vile. His body, ravaged, tattered, torn, bleeding and smoldering. Most of his body looked raw, muscles and ligaments exposed. Flesh dangled around his bony, raw, tall and crooked spines. Only in some few spots were there skin. It looked like he was regenerating himself since the Oxygen Destroyer ripped the flesh from his bones. Portions of his muscles did not cover all the way and I saw places were his skeleton shown through. Especially around his head, his skull was clearly visible, giving him a slight grin. There was only one eye, and it stared down at me with a golden glow. No horror film, no scary movie, no Saturday Night flick from Hollywood could capture the horrible, twisted, mangled, ‘rotting’ form that stood before me. “I’m in pain, Steve, so much pain.” I heard Godzilla’s guttural voice tell me. I heard him swallow, the most disgusting sound I had ever heard. Blood here and there seemed to spurt out and dribble down his chest…’” “Stop…” Nick sighed. “Come clean, Worm Guy,” Hicks began. “What is Godzilla…really—or rather, who is he really?” “Dr. Tetsuo Amai,” Nick said. “He’s Dr. Amai. Back in the 1950s, Tetsuo was designing Japan’s first boiling water reactor, but he was tricked. They built the reactor on Odo Island, but it wasn’t a boiling water reactor, it was a reactor designed to build an H-bomb. Tetsuo wasn’t a part of that. He didn’t want his research to be used as a means to rearm Japan. When he discovered that they were using his research incorrectly, he tried to stop them. His boss found out that he was also assisting Dr. Serizawa in creating a new type of chemical that they both would hope could be used for good. Unfortunately, in its present state, the only thing it could be used for was a weapon. It was the Oxygen Destroyer. Tetsuo’s boss ordered him to give him the information in order to create this weapon. Tetsuo refused, and he was shot. They tried to dispose of the body—so, they dumped him in the reactor core.” Everyone glanced around at each other, whispering, then they turned back to Nick. “So, he turned into Godzilla, huh?” Hicks asked. “Yeah,” Nick sighed again. “He said that Godzilla is a supernatural creature. That’s why we can’t kill him. He doesn’t understand why he never died, colonel. If you read in that report, you’ll see what’s happening.” He grabbed the report from Hicks and read down in the last few pages. “‘I recalled the old Shinto myths of powerful spirits and demons possessing human beings and using them as vessels to carry out their will. What if one of these spirits was using Tetsuo as a vessel? Tetsuo was not being punished at all, instead, he was being used by something beyond human comprehension today—but perhaps not far from superstition and legendary beliefs.’ Tetsuo was furious that his work was being used for evil. Something he never intended. And when they built that reactor, it said in the report that the natives of Odo Island believed they’ve offended a spirit guarding that location. Gojira—their god of the sea. Gojira has been offended, and now he’s using Tetsuo—who shares his feelings as a means to exact his revenge. But Tetsuo doesn’t want to be used like that. Colonel, this isn’t his fault. All of this isn’t his fault. Tetsuo doesn’t want to be used liked that. He’s not in control of Godzilla.” Hicks shook his head, turning away. “Which is why we need to find a way to dispose of him,” Hicks said. “You’ll be killing an innocent,” Nick protested. “Nick’s right,” began Elsie. “This isn’t Tetsuo’s fault. Maybe if we can find a way to get Tetsuo back in control of his own body, Godzilla will go away. Read that report again, Hicks, Tetsuo wants to die.” “And I’d be doing him a favor,” Hicks said. “If he wants to die so badly, the United States armed forces would be more than happy to comply with that request.” Nick grabbed the photograph and shoved it into Hicks’ face. “Then you’d be making this happy woman a widow,” he hissed back. “Look at it! Notice something? It’s the only photograph of Godzilla that doesn’t show destruction. He’s not killing anyone here. He’s happy—and Tetsuo’s in control. We have to find a way to get him back in control.” “Well then, how the hell are we supposed to do that, huh?” Hicks growled. “Tell this supernatural—whatever it is to stop using him as a puppet? Beg to let him go so that he can stop killing my men?! Maybe we’ll sacrifice some cow or something to this ‘god’ or whatever so he can be appeased and leave us alone! It ain’t that simple, you idiot!” “Sir,” began O’Neil. “Godzilla’s in the Hudson River.” “He’s leaving,” Nick said. He dove into the water, diving down into the depths of the murky water below. Godzilla was in full control now, pushing Tetsuo’s consciousness to the back of his head. He glanced up as he swam through the water, swishing his tail around for momentum. He saw three submarines coming towards him. Godzilla was hungry again, and these three would do for a snack. Already, they fired their torpedoes at him. He swerved around the torpedoes, opening up his jaws. Godzilla grabbed onto one of the submarines, his jaws clamping onto the haul of the craft. His claws ripped away at the sub, feeding their way through the craft until he found the reactor inside. The moment he got to the reactor, he swallowed it, absorbing its energy into his body. Godzilla let the wreckage go, swimming towards the next one. The subs began to back away, realizing their weapons were no use against him. He latched onto the second submarine, watching as the third got away. Godzilla dove into the sub’s haul, ripping out the core and swallowing it as well. Then, he swam towards the other one, chasing after it. No! Tetsuo cried in protest. Don’t chase after it! Go to Jersey, damn-it! Jersey! My wife! I need to see my wife. He could not control his own body. He saw everything through his own eyes, but he could not control it. Godzilla was in charge, not Tetsuo. Stop! Please! Tetsuo cried. There’s no need for this anymore. Hamata’s dead, he’s gone. You’re avenged. Leave me alone! If I leave you be, began the voice that of the entity that possessed him. Your years would catch up with you. You will grow old, and die of that cancer in your body. You don’t want to die now because of your wife. You love your wife. She’ll weep when you’re dead. You don’t want to do that to her. Give me power over Gojira, then, Tetsuo said. Give me this body, but free my mind. Let me make my own decisions! Please, let me make my own decisions. It’s over. It’s done. You’ve proven your point. Not yet, the voice began. I am not done with you yet. You’re never done with me, Tetsuo growled back. Let me choose! Godzilla was fast and agile in the water, gaining speed as he chased after the sub. He snapped his jaws at the tail of the craft, scraping against the fins of the sub. His jaws bit into the fin, ripping it off with one smooth movement. Godzilla swam after the sub as it fell into the murky water. He latched onto the haul, ripping it up until he got to the core. You had your fun! Tetsuo cried again. Give me back my body. This is my body! Damn-it, damn-it to hell, this is my body. Leave it! Godzilla grunted, rolling around in the water as the two consciousness began to fight for control of his body. He began to claw at the water, acting as if he was drowning. Bubbles appeared out of his mouth, air escaped through his lungs. He moaned and rumbled, flipping about. His tail lashed out as he rolled around, sinking as he struggled. No more killing, please! Tetsuo cried. Godzilla roared, his magnificent roar muffled by the depth. Tetsuo forced the body up, urging for Godzilla to surface. He sank even further. Nick…Nick! He thought. Tetsuo began to think about Nick’s cell phone. Nick…pick up. Nick heard his cell phone chime and he glanced down at it. He felt the eyes of everyone in the room fall upon him when they heard his phone. Nick reached down and answered it. “Don’t answer that,” said Hicks. “Give it to me.” Nick put the phone down on the table, watching Hicks pick it up. “Hello?” Hicks said, putting the phone to his ear. “Who the hell is this?” came an agitated voice over the phone. “Where’s Nick?” “This is Colonel Alex Hicks,” he said. “And Nick is here with me, Dr. Godzilla.” “Nani?” Tetsuo gasped. “Hicks? Shimatta!” “I must say, Tetsuo,” said Hicks. “You have a lovely wife. And you don’t look half bad yourself, for an 80 year old, radioactive lizard.” “You know?” Tetsuo asked. “Oh, I know a lot of things,” Hicks replied. “This report done by your pal Steve Martin is something though. A bit dark and dreary, something I wouldn’t expect out of a report done in the 50s and 60s.” “You’re forgetting part of the 80s too,” Tetsuo said. “What do you want?” “Do you realize you destroyed three subs in the Hudson River?” Hicks asked. “Do you?” “Hicks, if you’ve read the report, you know I had nothing to do with that,” he called. “I’m not in control of my body right now. The doubutsu akuma is. I’m trying hard to fight it for control.” “Yeah, I know about that ‘demonic beast’ problem you have,” Hicks chuckled, scoffing at Tetsuo. “We’re debating right now about how we’re gonna handle this. I’m thinking, maybe if I call a priest, he’ll come and exorcize the spirit for you.” “Shut-up…” Tetsuo growled. “Bakayarou.” “You know, if you wanna die so much, Tetsuo,” Hicks began. “All you have to do is come to this base and I’ll have a few cannons waiting for you when you get here. I’ll be happy to end your misery for you.” “I don’t want to die, Hicks,” he said. “I just want to be left alone. I want my body back. You don’t know what it feels like to be possessed, to not have control over your own body. And the worst part is that I’m left with the memories of the deeds my body did without my consent. I’m left with the guilt that I couldn’t do anything about it, I’m powerless.” “Sure as hell didn’t seem so ‘powerless’ when you blew up half my platoon,” Hicks snapped back at him. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not in control of this, Hicks?” Tetsuo asked. “This is why Gojira is here, because of bullheaded morons like you.” “Why don’t you come down here and say that to my face, Godzilla!” Hicks barked at him. Godzilla snapped from his plummet, finally gaining control of his body. He righted himself with his tail, flipping it about as he once more gained speed through the water. Tetsuo was in control now, swimming back towards the shore. “I should,” he said. “I should go down there and teach you a few lessons about honoring your elders, boy. But I’m the bigger person—and I don’t mean by my size either—and I won’t do that. Just remember, I was there fighting Americans while your father was still playing with his tricycle!” “What?” Hicks asked. “I’m a veteran, Alex,” said Tetsuo. “I was drafted into His Imperial Majesty’s armed forces for the war against your country. To top it all off, my sister is one of those who survived Nagasaki. And if you’ve read in that report, I didn’t want to build a nuclear weapon to use against your country. I wanted peace. That’s all I want. But I’m not getting it. Put Nick on the phone now, before I come over there to personally talk to him. I’ll talk to him, one way or another.” Hicks sighed, passing the phone back to Nick. “Nick?” Tetsuo asked. “It’s me,” Nick said. “Nick, how the hell did Hicks find out?” he asked. “I—gave him the briefcase,” Nick sighed. “You what?!” Tetsuo cried. “Why did you do that?” “He—had those photos of you and Michelle,” Nick said. “I’m sorry.” “Damn,” Tetsuo sighed. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Maybe, this could be my chance. Maybe now that Hicks knows who he’s fighting against, he will leave me alone.” “Fat chance,” Nick said. “I doubt highly.” “Nick, I need to get my wife,” said Tetsuo. “If I can stay in control long enough. She’s in Jersey. I was trying to get my stupid body to go there, but the demon wouldn’t let me. I’m hoping that perhaps she and I can move back to Alaska where Gojira won’t be a problem anymore.” “What do you need me to do?” Nick asked. “Try and keep Hicks busy,” Tetsuo said. “I’m feeling that he’s coming back. I’m loosing control.” “How can we help you?” Nick asked. “How can I help you get that monster under control?” “Pain,” Tetsuo said. “Lots of pain. And I’m not talking about the stuff that Hicks’ has been throwing at me. I mean, pain. Like—high speed missiles aimed at my stomach or something. It won’t kill me, but it will give me a lot of pain. The demon hates that. It’ll allow me to gain control again. It’s temporary, but it has the longest results. That’s why I was able to stay in control for nearly 10 years, because of the pain the Oxygen Destroyer inflicted on me.” “What will give you that much pain?” Nick asked. “Maybe—some heavy fire power,” Tetsuo said. “If that don’t work, you can always hit me in the head with something. I remember I got hit in the head by something heavy one time while the demon was in control. The moment I woke up, I had control over my body for a year. I couldn’t get out of beast form, but I had control. That is what matters, I had control. Godzilla won’t attack when I have control.” “Hit you in the head…” Nick breathed. “I suppose you may tell Hicks this too,” Tetsuo growled. “I got to go.” “Wait, Tetsuo!” he heard the phone click off. “How did he call you?” O’Neil asked. “Do they make phones for his size?” “It’s a trick he knows,” Nick replied. “I don’t know how he does it. I don’t think he has a phone.” “So, what the hell do we do?” Ebert asked. “We can’t very well sit around and talk? Are we gonna kill this guy or what?” “We can’t kill him,” said Hicks. “And we can’t even drive him away. We’re just wasting ammo and lives on this damned monster.” “Pain,” Nick said. “Pain?” asked Elsie. “Colonel,” Nick began. “I know how we can help Tetsuo gain control of his body. If he gains control of his body, Godzilla will retreat. He’ll go somewhere—where he won’t bother anyone anymore. Like Alaska, like he did with his wife before. That’s where these pictures were made. In Alaska. We won’t have to worry about Godzilla.” “Okay,” said Hicks. “How do we get Tetsuo back in control of Godzilla?” “Pain,” Nick said. “Inflict pain, lots of pain to Godzilla.” “If you haven’t even noticed, Tatopoulus,” Hicks yelled. “We’ve thrown at him all that we’ve got. It’s nothing more than a bunch of mosquito bites to him. He’s not in pain.” “Then, get bigger guns to shoot at him,” Nick said. “Any one of those cannons has enough power to take down a few buildings in New York,” said Hicks. “Throw something bigger at him.” “Uh, sir,” began O’Neil. “Uh, we can throw some heavy missiles at him, from two F-18s. Those are big enough.” Hicks sighed: “Okay. We’ll try to do it your way.” He glanced at the general. “With your permission, sir.” “Go a head,” he nodded. “Do we even know where he’s heading to?” Craven asked. “Jersey,” said Nick. “He’s going to pick up his wife.” ----------- “Say wha…” Lucy gasped. “Godzilla’s heading here?” “My husband is heading here,” said Michelle. “My husband is Godzilla.” Lucy stared at her with astonishment. She got a beer out from the refrigerator, pouring Michelle a glass of it. Around the house were guests, people who have lost their homes since the evacuation. Lucy could not let them sleep out on the streets. Beside her hard attitude towards her husband, she was a kind person at heart. “Your husband is Godzilla,” Lucy breathed. “Oh my God. How did it happen?” “Well, it happened back in the 50s, for one,” replied Michelle said. “Before I was even born. He’s—83, you know.” “83?” Lucy asked, her mouth dropped open. “I’ve seen pictures of him in your office a few times. He looks good for an 83-year old. Really good.” “It’s Godzilla,” Michelle said. “There’s this spirit that’s possessing Tetsuo—and it’s making him turn into Godzilla. Kinda like a werewolf.” “A were-Godzilla, okay, lovely…” Lucy sighed. “So, he’s not a dinosaur, he’s a guy who turns into a dinosaur and goes around destroying cities.” “Sometimes he can control it sometimes he can’t,” Michelle said. “And the times he can’t, that’s when Godzilla attacks cities. The reason why Godzilla is hiding is because Tetsuo’s in control.” Lucy glanced back, hearing the sound of the door closing in her house. Animal and Audrey came in, filing through the crowds of people. Animal glanced around, completely confused as to why they were in his home. He walked towards Lucy and Michelle. “Hi, honey,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “Hey, sweetie,” Lucy smiled back. “What the hell are all these people doin’ here?” Animal asked, glancing around at the people walking through his living room, talking on their phones, watching his TV and drinking his beer. “I could just let them sleep out on the streets,” Lucy said. “Lucy’s got a kind heart,” Michelle smiled. “Michelle,” began Audrey. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get the briefcase.” “It’s okay,” Michelle said. “I got a call from Tetsuo. He said that Hicks knows now. Nick showed him Steve Martin’s uncensored report.” “Steve Martin?” Audrey asked. “The comic?” “The reporter,” Michelle replied. “He was the American who witnessed the attack on Tokyo nearly 50 years ago. He worked for the United World News in Chicago.” “I know about that,” Audrey said. “But the report never said anything about Godzilla being a man.” “Martin promised his friend Tetsuo that he would never reveal who Godzilla really was,” said Michelle. “Now, I’m asking you to keep the secret away from the press too, Audrey.” “I will,” Audrey nodded. “I promise.” “Thanks,” Michelle said, sipping her beer. “So, Godzilla’s your husband,” Animal began. “So—like how do you two…” “Victor!” Lucy smacked him over the head. “That’s rude!” “What?” Animal asked. “I’m just curious.” Michelle giggled: “There are times when Tetsuo’s human. But because of Godzilla, we can’t have any children—if you’re wondering.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Animal sighed. “Tetsuo called you on the phone,” Audrey said. “How does he call you on the phone?” “Some sort of mental ability he has,” Michelle replied. “It’s like speaking with telepathy over a phone or something. He thinks about the person who he wants to get in contact with and mentally dials up the number. He doesn’t have a phone, if you’re wondering. It’s all thought. A gift the demon seemed to have given him. He said he never was able to do it before he was thrown into that reactor.” “Thrown in a reactor?” Lucy gasped. “Jesus…well, when your hubby-lizard comes. Make sure he doesn’t step on my house. I don’t think my insurance covers radioactive lizards.” “I can call him and tell him that,” Michelle said. “Anyways. He said he’ll probably be here by nightfall anyways. He tried leaving through the Hudson, but they had it blocked. But he’s having to take detours to avoid the army. I think he’s heading back towards Madison Square Garden. That’s where he’s been hiding. I’m thinking about sneaking back into the city to find him.” “He trashed the Garden?” Animal asked. “I can’t believe this. What, does he hate the Nicks or something?” “It’s large enough for him to hide under,” said Michelle. “He doesn’t hate the Nicks, Victor. Actually, he’s a fan too.” “Then why the hell did he trash the Garden?” Animal asked in complete exasperation. “You’re gonna sneak back into the city?” Audrey asked. “Maybe Animal and I can help you. I need this story to help me with my job as a reporter. To prove to Caiman that I’m as good as he is.” “No,” said Lucy. “Animal ain’t goin’.” “No, thanks,” said Michelle. “I’ll get into the city myself. You don’t mind if I borrow your van, right?” “Sure,” Lucy said. “But how are you gonna get back into the city?” “I don’t know,” Michelle sighed. “I don’t know.” She sipped her beer again and got up, grabbing her purse. She rushed out the door, closing it behind her again. Animal sighed looking back at Audrey. “Victor,” said Lucy. “Don’t you even think about it.” “We can’t just let her go in there all by herself,” Animal said. “Come on. She needs our help.” “Yeah,” Audrey said. “Besides, I might know of a way to get in without the army knowin’,” Animal smiled. “Okay,” Lucy sighed. “I’ll stay here and watch everyone in the house. You two go a head.” Audrey and Animal darted towards the door, seeing that Michelle was already starting up the van. “Wait!” called Audrey. “We’re goin’ with you!” “No you’re not,” said Michelle. “It’s dangerous. I don’t know who’s in charge of Godzilla right now. He could attack you—or try to step on you…again.” “It’ll be fun,” Animal said. “I know of a way of gettin’ back into the city. There’s a vent not from here that leads down to the subway tunnels. The 23rd Street station is located near Madison Square Garden. It’ll lead us there.” “You know where it is?” Michelle asked. “Yeah, come on,” Animal said, putting his bag and his camera into the van. “What’s with the camera?” Michelle asked. “You know,” began Animal. “We could get some excellent footage of Godzilla.” “Yeah, we could be like that Steve Martin guy,” said Audrey. “I could right up a censored report on Godzilla. And Animal can capture him with his camera. You know. It’ll help me get my foot into being a reporter. I won’t mention your husband’s name, I swear.” “Okay,” Michelle sighed. “I guess you can come along.” They got into the van, driving off. Michelle sighed, hoping her husband would not caller, asking her where she was. She planned on lying to him anyway. She had to get to him before the army did. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 10:57 PM Post #12 |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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Holes and Subway Tunnels Nick sighed, going over the map as to where Godzilla has been hiding. The plan was to lure Godzilla out into the open so they could shoot him. He began to look through where the largest concentration of holes was in the New York area. It seemed it was near the 23rd Street subway station. He sighed as he looked over the map. First, he thought that Tetsuo was heading towards New Jersey, but now, it seemed like he went back into Manhattan. “Any luck?” O’Neil asked. “Besides the Hudson River,” began Nick. “He’s mostly been around here. Near 23rd Street.” “So, how do we draw him out into the open?” Hicks asked. “Well, this time we don’t,” Nick said. “We go in where he is. And we have him chase us.” “What?” “A little game of cat and mouse, right?” asked Elsie. “What’s the largest place he could hide in around that area?” Nick glanced over the street map, running his fingers across its surface. Then, he found where possibly the monster was hiding in. “Madison Square Garden,” he said. “It’s a tight squeeze, but it’s roomy enough for him to fit through.” Hicks picked up the phone, relaying the order to head for the Madison Square Garden. “Send the choppers out there,” he said. “Blow up the Garden. Understood? Bring that monster to me!” Nick picked up his phone, dialing the number that Tetsuo used to call him. He found that the line was busy. “What are you doing?” Hicks asked. “Calling Tetsuo,” he said. “The line’s busy. I can’t get through. Godzilla’s in control. He said he can’t use the phone when the monster’s in control.” “Then, this is our chance to get rid of that monster,” Hicks growled. “We’re packing up, heading down to that tunnel. Maybe if we lure the monster out in the open, we can get a better shot of him.” Nick sighed, picking up the briefcase, running out of the tent. “I’ve called for three F-18s to follow the choppers to destroy the Garden,” said Hicks. “Where is he goin’?” “Blow up Madison Square Garden?” Ebert gasped. “Are you ****ing nuts? You can’t blow up that arena! You don’t have the authority to do that!” “We need that monster out in the open,” said Hicks. “So, try and stop me.” “I don’t believe this,” Ebert sighed. “You’re causing more damage that that god-damned thing!” Hicks rushed after Nick: “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” “Madison Square Garden,” Nick said, hopping into the jeep, throwing Tetsuo’s briefcase in the back. “Nick!” cried Elsie. “You’re crazy!” “I’m Godzilla’s partner,” Nick said as he drove away. “Stop him!” Hicks cried. “Get the guards to stop him!” “Sir,” began O’Neil. “We’ve got visitors.” Hicks glanced up, hearing the sounds of several trucks pull into the base camp. “What the hell is that noise?” asked Hicks, running outside the tent. He stopped, frozen by what he saw drive up into the camp. Before him were four Type-66 Maser Cannons. He turned to the general in charge of the operation. “General West!” Hicks called. “What’s going on?” “They’re on loan from Japan,” West replied. “The Japanese said that they owe us for all the times we helped them when Godzilla was their problem. Now they’re gonna help us. These weapons are only designed to do one thing—flush Godzilla out of the city.” “I’m not gonna let you turn New York into downtown Tokyo with those things!” Ebert cried, running out of the tent as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. “You want us to get rid of Godzilla?” Hicks asked. “We can’t kill him, but we can attempt to drive him away. We’ve been going’ about this all wrong. Godzilla can’t be contained. As long as he stays inside the city, he’s gonna be a problem. But if we get him to leave, he won’t. And these things will create enough pain in Godzilla for Tetsuo to do the rest. They always have before.” The tanks pulled out, hauling the Maser Cannons behind them. “We’ll have two of the Masers go in behind the Garden, once the F-18s bring Godzilla out,” said West. “We’re moving out, the whole squadron. We’ve got artillery in the front, tanks in the middle and the Masers in the back.” “You do know they always get destroyed where Godzilla’s concerned, right?” Elsie asked. “I may not be an expert like Tetsuo is, but I do remember watching the news and seeing what happens when those things fire on Godzilla.” “But they’ll make him hurt plenty enough,” Hicks said. “What about Nick?” Elsie asked. “I give up on that guy,” he sighed. “I really have. He’ll more likely get himself killed.” Nick drove down towards Macy’s Madison Avenue, glancing around, hoping he could see where Godzilla was. He had a radiation suit with him, wearing it, except the hood part. Tetsuo had not called him and he was getting worried. He stopped, glancing up as he saw three F-18s fly over him. They were heading towards the Garden. He felt the earth rumble and shake as he drove. Ahead of him was fire and debris. Then, he saw a flash of blue-white light. A stream of super-heated gas blasted across the sky above him and he saw one of the F-18s go down. Godzilla had emerged from his hiding place. He could hear the famous, hollow sounding trumpet as another blast shot forth. Another plane went down. He pulled the jeep over, parking it on the side as he felt the ground itself shake again. He could feel Godzilla’s massive footsteps coming closer to him. An enormous foot came down, sending concrete from the streets flying. Nick glanced up, seeing the shadowy form of the great monster appear from behind the buildings. Rain ran rivets down his spiny scales. Godzilla shook himself, spraying water around him. Nick heard him roar again, and heard the sound of the monster’s spines lighting up. He turned around, seeing why Godzilla was about to fire his deadly weapon. In front of him were several army trucks driving straight towards Godzilla. “Tetsuo…” Nick breathed. “No!” Godzilla reared back, letting loose his plasma upon the trucks. He heard the sound of tanks behind the trucks, fire upon the monster and the sounds of missiles streaking towards him. Nick ducked down, feeling the blast of the plasma impact upon the trucks and the force of impact of the missiles upon Godzilla. “This was a bad idea…” he breathed. He glanced over, seeing a subway station. Nick ran down the stairs towards the station, trying to get away from the explosions. He glanced back just as he heard a new, and stranger sound. For a moment, it sounded like some large dynamo about to go off. He saw a stream of blue electricity shot out, impacting upon Godzilla’s chest. The great monster let loose a wail. The area trembled around him as he cried out. Then, Nick saw what was firing that strange beam. He saw what looked to be a satellite dish on a pivoting arm, towed by a tank. “A Maser Cannon!” Nick gasped. “I thought the Japanese only had those.” Godzilla leaned down, gripping his chest. Pain. That’s it! Tetsuo thought, seeing everything through Godzilla’s eyes. He hates pain! Give me control, damn you! Godzilla growled again, his back spines lit up. Nick pulled the radiation suit’s hood over his head and put the respirator mask on. The monster fired his weapon, obliterating the cannon before him. He turned around just as the army trucks at his feet drove between his legs. He picked his tail up, watching them swerve around the next corner. Flipping his tail about, he managed to knock a few of the trucks into Virgin Records. Nick sighed as he leaned against the wall, seeing the monster strode through the wreckage that was once the Maser Cannon. He still gripped his chest and Nick could see smoking coming up from the wound. But, he knew that Godzilla would regenerate from the damage. Godzilla leaned against a building, his head flinching. Tetsuo tried to regain control of his body, fighting the demon inside of him. The demon had gotten too strong for him again. The pain the cannon had inflicted upon Godzilla was enough to distract the demon so that Tetsuo could make his move. But it was not enough for him to regain control. “Let…me…go…” Tetsuo growled through Godzilla. I am not finished! “I’m not—your…puppet, damn you…” Godzilla grimaced again. “Not ever! I’m not going to be used! Give me control of myself. Let me have my body back!” The demon roared out, kicking Tetsuo’s consciousness back into the corner again. Be a good host and behave yourself, pathetic human… “I—I’m not human anymore…” Godzilla gasped, digging his claws into the side of the building. “You…you took that away from me.” Godzilla shook his head, the demon once more taking control over his actions. He turned around, walking towards where he sensed there were more humans to kill. “At least Tetsuo’s trying to fight him,” Nick said. He glanced back down towards the subway station, hearing the sounds of feet walking up the stairs. Nick stood back in shock when he saw Michelle, Audrey, and a man holding a camera walk up the stairs. “Nick?” Audrey asked. “Is that you in that thing?” Nick pulled the face mask away. “Audrey?” he asked. “Chasing after my husband with a radiation suit, huh?” Michelle chuckled. “You know you don’t really need it.” “Godzilla’s radiation seeps out of him like moisture out of our pores,” said Nick. “How can you say that I don’t need it?” “If you’ve seen the pictures,” began Michelle. “You’d know. I’ve spent many years with my husband while he was in that form. I’ve slept on his chest, I’ve sat on his nose, I’ve ridden on his head, and not once have I ever gotten sick from his radiation.” “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten sick from it,” Nick said. “His radiation isn’t within the tolerances. It’s dangerous.” “You’re forgetting something, Nick,” she chuckled. “He’s Godzilla. Sometimes, things just don’t make sense. And maybe it’s better that they don’t. Especially when it comes to Godzilla. Now, where is he?” “Heading towards the army,” Nick replied, pointing at the dark form lumbering down the street. “And Tetsuo’s trying desperately to fight for control.” “I can’t get a hold of him,” Michelle said. “The phone says it’s busy.” “I saw a Maser Cannon, Michelle,” Nick said. “Looks like the Japanese are helping the US Army fight Godzilla.” “Great,” she sighed. “Wait,” began the man with the camera. “Did you say ‘Maser Cannon’?” “Who are you?” Nick asked. “This is Victor “Animal” Palotti,” Audrey replied. “He’s my camera man.” “I’m the guy who first caught Godzilla trashin’ up New York yesterday,” Animal smiled. “And now, I’m back for some more great footage.” “Why are you all here? It’s dangerous.” “I’m here to rescue my husband from himself,” Michelle said. “I needed Audrey and Animal with me to help me get here.” Nick glanced back, hearing Godzilla’s roar. He looked back at the jeep he drove in. “I think I have an idea,” he said. “Come on, get in the jeep.” They jumped in the jeep. Michelle looked down at the seat, seeing the brown briefcase she was so desperately trying to find. “The briefcase!” she breathed gratefully. “Oh, thank God.” “That’s it?” Audrey asked. “That’s the briefcase that holds all the secrets to Godzilla?” Nick started up the jeep, hearing the wheels squeal as he shifted the vehicle into gear. Michelle opened up the briefcase, seeing all the notes and photos in it. Only the two photographs of her and Godzilla in Alaska were missing. “Nick!” she cried. “Where are the Alaska pictures?” “Hicks still has them,” Nick said. “I’m sorry.” “Nick,” Michelle said. “What were you thinking when you left them?” “I don’t know,” he said. “My mind drew a blank when I heard that Tetsuo was at Madison Square Garden and Hicks was gonna blow it up. I said we needed to draw him out.” “What’s happening?” Audrey asked. “They’re trying to inflict pain on Godzilla,” said Nick. “Maybe that will be enough to get Tetsuo to gain control so he can leave New York.” “Nick!” Michelle cried. “That’s not gonna work. Firing at Godzilla is just gonna make him even more pissed off!” “The Masers did something though,” he said. “Because I heard Tetsuo’s voice coming from Godzilla’s mouth. He sounded like he was talking to that parasite demon he’s got inside of him.” “Oh, man,” Animal sighed. “This is ****ed up. Godzilla has a parasite inside of him.” “They’re trying to drive Godzilla out of the city,” said Nick. “Just like what the Japanese have tried to do countless times. It’s like they’ve given up on trying to kill him now. The US Army’s figured it out. You can’t kill off a force of nature.” “They have to roll with the punches then,” Audrey said. “That’s what Steve Martin said in his censored report. ‘Sometimes you just have to live through a hurricane, a tornado, or a Godzilla.’ That’s what we have to do now, right?” “That and pick up the pieces once he’s gone,” Nick said. “Though, your mayor really doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like the fact that Godzilla has come to New York.” Nick looked up, speeding the jeep up towards the enormous form before him. He saw several streams coming from the Maser Cannons at the sides of the streets. Because of the rain, the maser’s full power was diminished. Godzilla roared out in pain, but the masers were doing little to stop him. “Tatopoulus!” called a voice over the radio in the jeep. “Where are you?” “Hicks?” Nick asked, picking up the receiver. “I’m behind Godzilla.” “It’s not working,” he said. “It’s not enough.” “I know,” Nick said. “Tetsuo!” Michelle cried. Godzilla turned around, hearing the voice call out the human name. His golden, glowing eyes narrowed when he saw the jeep drive up behind him. Michelle! Tetsuo cried. That’s my wife down there! Yes, I know, said the demon. Now it’s time to get rid of that distraction once and for all. “Who the hell was that?” Hicks asked. “That was Godzilla’s wife,” Nick replied. “What the hell is she doin’ there?” “Going after her husband?” Nick chuckled. “Uh-oh…” Godzilla swung his tail behind him, knocking down a building as he turned fully around. The great monster started to charge towards them. “Back up!” Audrey cried. Nick shifted the jeep into reverse, pulling around the corner. Godzilla followed suet, growling as he began to chase after the tiny vehicle. “Oh, God no,” Animal gasped. “He’s chasing us!” “He knows I’m in here,” Michelle said. “But he’s not thinking right. So, he’s going after us.” “How the hell do we get him to stop chasing us?” Animal asked. “What’s going on?!” Hicks cried. “Godzilla’s chasing us!” Nick called, glancing back as the great monster began to race after them. He shifted the jeep into a higher gear, trying desperately to gain speed, driving away from Godzilla. But Godzilla could match the speed of the jeep. “It’s not possible. How the hell is he running like that?” “You should see him out in the open,” Michelle chuckled. “I think one time, he pushed nearly 170. Those leg’s aren’t muscular just for show, you know.” Nick turned the jeep, hearing the wheels squeal on the slick pavement. Godzilla turned the corner, watching the vehicle speed through down another street. They were heading down Broadway. Godzilla paused, kneeling down as the muscles in his legs coiled up. He whipped his tail behind him. The enormous beast bounded over the jeep, the talons of his hands digging into the pavement as he landed several paces in front of them. “Holy mother of God!” Animal cried, holding his camera, capturing the stunt. “Did you see that?!” “That jump could have broken every bone of his body…” Nick breathed. “He—he’s never done that before…” “He’s never chased after anyone before either,” Michelle said. She braced herself against the back of her seat as Nick pulled the jeep around. “Take the Park Avenue Tunnel!” called Audrey. “Maybe we can loose him in there.” Nick pulled the jeep around, driving towards the Tunnel as Godzilla pursued him. When he pulled into the tunnel, he found that it was blocked off. “Christ!” he cried. “They’ve got it blocked.” Nick swerved again, ready to drive out when and enormous claw reached in. He backed away, seeing the claw coming down on the pavement, raking the asphalt up as it pulled out of the tunnel. “Where are you?” Hicks asked. “Park Avenue Tunnel,” Nick replied. “He’s got us trapped in here!” Godzilla leaned down, trying to wedge his head into the tunnel, growling and snorting in frustration when he found out he could not. The roof of the tunnel shook as he tried to force his way in again. “Why is he acting like that?” Nick asked. “I don’t know,” Michelle. “Tetsuo, stop! It’s me, it’s Michelle. Come on, snap out of it.” Godzilla roared again, raking his claws into the pavement as he tried to reach for the jeep. Nick backed up as far as he could away from the desperate claws. “The demon wants Tetsuo all to himself,” Michelle said. “I think that’s what’s happening.” “So, he wants to kill you,” Audrey looked back at her. “Yeah,” Michelle nodded; tears began to form in her eyes. She put her hands together as if she was about to pray. “If only Mothra was here. She had the power to banish the demon from my husband’s mind…even if it was for a little while.” “We don’t have Mothra here!” Nick called. His breathing fluctuated as he saw the claw came out again, raking across the pavement, leaving gashes behind. “What are we gonna do?” Audrey asked. “How are we gonna get out?” “Be lucky he hasn’t fired his breath yet,” Animal called. “We need you to lure him out into the open so we can get a better shot at him,” began Hicks over the radio. “Oh, sure!” Animal called. “Would you like us to wash him up for you too?” “Nick,” began Michelle. “Does this thing have high-beams?” Nick nodded, revving up the engine. He waited until Godzilla stuck his head back into the Park Avenue Tunnel, pushing the jeep into gear. As soon as he picked up speed, he turned on the high beams. Godzilla growled and roared, completely blinded by the light. He backed away wiping his eyes as the jeep shot out of the tunnel. “Nick!” Audrey cried. “I’ve got an idea. Drive to the Brooklyn Bridge! Maybe we can loose him there.” “The Brooklyn Bridge?” asked Nick. “He’s too big to cross it!” “That’s the idea!” called Audrey. “He can’t follow us into Queens, and it is open enough for the army to get a shot at him.” “God, I hope this works,” Animal said. He glanced back at Michelle, who just sighed. “Hey, don’t worry. You’ll get your husband back. He may need a hospital after they’re done with him. But you’ll get him back.” He glanced back, seeing Godzilla race after them, roaring as he ran. “Uh, he’s gettin’ larger!” Animal cried. “Would you step on it?!” “I’m trying!” Nick called. “Hicks, we’re heading towards the Brooklyn Bridge.” “Roger that,” Hicks said. “We’ve got some more F-18s inbound your direction. And we got the Masers standing by.” Hicks leaned away from the receiver. I can’t believe I just said that. Audrey glanced back, noticing that Godzilla had disappeared. She glanced up, hearing the sound of thunder in the sky and lightning striking the clouds. “He’s not following us,” she said. “We lost him!” They drove towards the edge of the East River, heading straight for the Brooklyn Bridge. The moment they got onto the bridge a head shot up from the road and a mouth opened wide. Nick found himself swerving around, but it was too late. The jaws closed in on the jeep. Godzilla had them inside his mouth. “Oh my God!” cried Animal. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, man! We’re in his mouth! We’re in his f*cking mouth!” Godzilla leaned his head back, preparing to swallow the jeep along with its passengers. Nick stepped on the pedal, trying desperately to drive out of Godzilla’s mouth. Instead, he found himself backing up farther into the monster’s throat. “You’re going the wrong way, man!” Animal cried out in fear. “You’re going the wrong way!” “Will you shut up?!” Nick cried. The racks of teeth started to chomp down on the piece of pavement that was locked inside his mouth, grinding and biting away. “No!” Michelle cried. “Tetsuo, what are you doing?! Control yourself. You’re about to swallow your own wife!” “I don’t think he cares right now,” Animal said. “I think he thinks that we’re dinner!” Michelle leaned up, standing up in the jeep. She began to bang on the roof of Godzilla’s mouth as the jeep slowly slid further down into the monster’s throat. “Stop!” she screamed out. “Stop it, Tetsuo! Stop! Please! Stop!” Stop it! Tetsuo screamed at the demon, clawing at him. I don’t want to kill my own wife. Michelle dug her nails into the flesh of the roof of Godzilla’s mouth, scratching him, desperately trying to get him to realize what he was doing. Lightning struck Godzilla’s enormous back spines, sending an enormous bolt of heat and pain into his body. Godzilla let out a powerful roar, spitting the jeep out of his mouth. “Punch it!” Animal roared at Nick. “Right!” Nick nodded, putting the jeep back into gear, speeding away from the great monster. Lightning continued to strike Godzilla, freezing his body into agony. Michelle glanced back, seeing that the creature was not following them. “The lightning,” she breathed. “Nick! It’s the lightning!” Nick turned around, pulling the jeep over as he watched Godzilla let loose a wail of agony. Michelle could have sworn she saw an enormous, insect-like shape in the clouds above. She could hear singing coming from those clouds, a chant that she was familiar with. She began to realize what was going on. “Mahara, Mahara Mosura, Tama Tama Mosura, Raban Guerra Rabanan, Raban Guerra Rabanan!” “Mothra…” she breathed. “Mothra’s here?” asked Audrey. Animal lifted his camera up, capturing the monster in his agony. “Yes!” Michelle smiled. “Mahara, Mahara Mosura, Tama Tama Mosura, Raban Guerra Rabanan, Raban Guerra Rabanan!” Finally one massive bolt struck Godzilla, and he fell to his knees. Michelle heard a very human-like grunt come from the great monster as he fell. Lightning continued to fluctuate about his body. It began to shrink down, the slate gray scales disappearing. The great form that was Godzilla disappeared, leaving on a completely nude man lying on the wet street of the Brooklyn Bridge. Michelle smiled when she saw him. She leaned back into a compartment under the seat. She saw a long, green poncho tucked under the seat. She got it out, running for the man. “Michelle…” the man breathed. “Tetsuo!” she called back, flinging the poncho over him. “Tetsuo!” Nick gasped, running for the Japanese man. “I don’t believe it!” “I think you better turn that off, Animal,” said Audrey. “Remember that promise we made to Michelle?” Animal turned the camera off, following Nick and Audrey towards Tetsuo. Michelle helped him up, hugging him tightly. She kissed his lips. “Michelle,” Tetsuo began. “I’m so sorry…I tried…I tried to eat you…I tried to eat Nick…the monster, he wouldn’t stop.” Michelle held him close, hearing him weep into her hair. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s over.” “No, it’s not,” said Tetsuo. “Mothra…she said it won’t last long, not even a few minutes. Only long enough for the demon to be pushed back deep into my head. It’s not gonna last. I’ll transform again. I can feel it coming back.” “Nick?” called the voice over the radio. Nick headed back to the jeep, answering it. “Hicks?” he asked. “What happened to Godzilla?” Hicks asked. “The F-18s can’t find him.” “He’s right here,” Nick said. “Tetsuo, Hicks wants to talk to you.” Tetsuo walked over to the jeep, picking up the receiver. “Moshi-moshi, Hicks-san,” he began. “O-genki desu-ka?” “Tetsuo?” Hicks asked. “What’s going on?” “I’m human again,” Tetsuo replied. “For a short while. It won’t last. So, I’m leaving New York. I appreciate it if you give me back my photographs. I know you have them.” “Tetsuo,” Hicks sighed. “What the hell happened?!” “Mothra,” Tetsuo replied. “And that’s all I’m gonna tell you. Can you get me some clothes?” “Okay,” he replied. “Fine.” “What the hell happened?” Ebert asked. “Godzilla has transformed back into Tetsuo,” Hicks replied. “It’s over, for now. He’s out of your hair, Mr. Mayor.” “Really?” Elsie asked. “He—transformed back into Tetsuo? How the hell did he do that?” “I’m not gonna ask,” he replied. “Maybe it’s not for me to know.” Hicks leaned over, picking up the two photographs on the table. He studied them again, seeing the happiness in the expression of both Godzilla and Michelle. “I bet he’s gonna go back there,” Hicks said. “Back to Alaska.” “That’s good,” Ebert said. “He’ll not be my problem. I don’t care where he goes; just get him out of New York.” “Get me a suit for Dr. Amai,” Hicks began. “What for?” Elsie asked. “Poor guy’s buck-naked out there in the cold,” Hicks replied. “O’Neil!” “Ye—yes, sir!” he saluted. “Take Dr. Amai some clothes, okay?” Hicks said. “Get him out of the rain.” “Yes, sir,” O’Neil said. “And take these pictures with you,” Hicks continued. “Give them back to the doctor. They’re his.” “Yes, sir,” he nodded, taking the photographs from the colonel’s hands. He saluted again and dashed out the tent. “I need a suit for a medium sized man!” “What the hell do we tell the press?” Ebert asked. “Nothing,” Hicks replied. “We don’t utter a word about this to anyone, about who and what Godzilla really is. It’s not for them to know.” |
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The Girl Who Put Hair on Mechagodzilla
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It Ain’t Over till the Big Lizard Roars! Tetsuo watched as a jeep drove up. Sergeant O’Neil came out carrying with him a pair of pants and a white collared shirt on a hanger. In his other hand were the pictures Nick left with Hicks. “D—Dr. Amai?” he began. “These are for you.” “Arigato,” Tetsuo bowed, taking the clothes and the photographs. “I’ll be right back.” He ducked behind the jeep Nick drove in, getting dressed. Nick turned back to Audrey. “Well, I’ll keep my promise,” he said. “How about dinner?” “I’d love that, but there are a few questions I’d like to ask Dr. Amai first,” Audrey began. “Uh—not you…Michelle…” “Tetsuo,” said Michelle. “It’s okay. It can be confusing some times. I’m Dr. Amai, he’s Dr. Amai. We’re both doctors.” “That really must be confusing,” Animal chuckled. “Where are you guys goin’ now?” “Alaska,” Michelle sighed. “It’s the only place we can do where Tetsuo and I won’t be disturbed, and where Godzilla won’t disturb anyone else.” “Will he be in control?” Nick asked. “Something tells me he will be,” said Michelle. “He will be. It’s just something we both have to live with. That’s what unconditional love is. And I love him no matter what he is. Godzilla or Tetsuo, I love him.” Tetsuo popped out from behind the jeep, fully dressed now. He came to Audrey and held out his hand. “Konnichiwa,” Tetsuo said. “Watashi wa Amai Tetsuo desu.” “Audrey Timmons,” Audrey said, taking his hand and shaking it. “I’m really happy to meet you, Dr. Amai. You don’t know how much.” “You’re a reporter?” Tetsuo asked. “My station’s been covering Godzilla’s attack,” she replied. “But—I lied to Nick. I’m not a reporter. I’m trying to become one, but…Caiman.” “Oh, I hate that guy,” Tetsuo chuckled. “That guy’s a bit of a dick if you ask me. But I see you have your cameraman already with you—and with the camera in hand.” “She wants to follow in Steve Martin’s footsteps,” Michelle whispered to her husband. “Ah,” Tetsuo nodded. “I see.” “And I’m Victor—er Animal Palotti,” Animal began. “You tried to step on me yesterday when you first came to New York.” “I am really sorry about that,” Tetsuo said. “Michelle told me about that. And how is Mrs. Palotti?” “Lucy…” he began. “She’s fine. She’s gonna kill me for this, but she’s fine.” Tetsuo chuckled: “I know that feeling.” He leaned closer to Animal, whispering in his ear. “My wife nearly shot me with a bazooka when I came home one night from battling Angilus,” he said. “You serious?” Animal asked. “Serious,” Tetsuo chuckled. Michelle slapped him on the back of the head. “What? He wanted to fight, so, I gave him a fight. Then, he went running off with his tail in flames. Anyways...the briefcase, honey.” Michelle grabbed the briefcase and brought it to him. Tetsuo opened it up, putting the Alaska photographs back into the hidden pocket. Then, he pulled out the uncensored Gojira report by Steve Martin. He handed it to Audrey. “This was written by Steve Martin in 1954, completed though in 1985,” Tetsuo began. “Steve was a dear friend of mine. When he died, everything that pertained to Godzilla went to me. This briefcase was his.” He flipped it up, letting Audrey see the golden embossed name near the handle. The letters spelled ‘Steve Martin’. “So, this is not your briefcase,” Audrey began. “It was Steve Martin’s.” “And I’ve never let it go since then,” Tetsuo sighed. “I don’t have much time. Mothra shocked me, changing me back to my human form. But it’s only for a short while. When I transform back into Gojira, the demon won’t return. I’ll still have my mind and body. I’ll be in control, perhaps long enough to return into hiding far away from here. But, it’s still not wise for me to be here. I don’t want people to know who I really am. And so, since you and Animal are here, perhaps you can help me keep my secret. But in return, you’ll be the first person to get an exclusive from one of the top scientists that have ever studied Godzilla. You’ll go down in history, like Steve did.” Audrey glanced up from the briefcase, smiling back at Tetsuo. “You’re…you really mean it?” she asked. “My gift to you,” Tetsuo grinned. “I want you to write a censored and uncensored report of what you’ve witnessed. When you finish the uncensored report, send it to me and I’ll put it inside this briefcase, beside Steve Martin’s report.” He glanced over to Animal. “And perhaps a video tape of everything your camera has captured.” “Sure, no problem,” Animal nodded. “I’ll send you a copy.” “I wan the original,” Tetsuo said. “After I remove some things, I’ll send you back the censored version to be shown at your station.” “Yeah, okay,” Animal nodded. “Very good.” “Well, then,” Tetsuo said, straightening out his shirt. “Be sure to capture my good side.” Animal lifted up the camera as Audrey pulled a microphone out from its side. “Alright, Animal,” she began. “On me…” ---------- “This is Audrey Timmons, reporting to you from the Brooklyn Bridge,” began Audrey through the TV set. They were doing a recap of Audrey’s report on Godzilla’s attack on New York a few days ago. Nick sat down on his couch in the old warehouse on Staten Island. Beside him were samples taken from Godzilla during that attack, and other samples taken from various places he had visited. “Today, we are reminded how small we are in this world,” Audrey continued. “Gojira, the name the Japanese gave the great radioactive monster that has plagued their country for decades, Godzilla to us, reminded us this. I have with me one of the lead scientists who has studied Godzilla for most of his life. Dr. Tetsuo Amai. Doctor, could you please explain to us what is Godzilla, and why does he attack?” “I can,” Tetsuo began, coming into the camera’s view. “Godzilla should be considered a force of nature. In Japanese myth and legend, Gojira is known to us as a vengeful spirit.” “Vengeful?” Audrey asked. “What did we do to anger this spirit?” “We exist,” Tetsuo replied. “In Japanese legends, spirits are angered. They have no rhyme or reason why they are angered. The simple fact that humans exist sometimes is enough to anger them. This is sometimes why Godzilla attacks. We have speculated that Godzilla attacks when he is hungry. He feeds off of radiation from power plants, or from nuclear submarines. But a lot of times, he attacks even when he is not hungry and we have done nothing to provoke such an attack. This is when we begin to believe that he is driven by a force beyond what science can explain. For that, is why I consider him a force of nature.” “Is that why the US Army and the Japanese Defense Force can’t stop him?” Audrey asked. “Yes,” Tetsuo replied. “Stopping Godzilla is like trying to stop a tsunami, or a hurricane. He comes and goes like the changes of the season. You can’t stop a season from coming. The season happens. And one must live through that season as best as they can. One must pick up the pieces when the hurricane has gone by. That is the true nature of Godzilla. Stopping Godzilla with tanks and bombs is like holding your hand out to a tornado and yelling ‘stop!’ It just cannot be done. But when Godzilla has passed, the best thing we can do is rebuild from the damage. It will take a while before this city is rebuilt, but it can be done. Just ask the citizens of Tokyo.” Nick nodded, agreeing what Tetsuo was saying. This was one way of covering up what really was going on. It was the only thing he could think of. “So, it was New York’s season to be attacked by Godzilla?” Audrey asked. “Perhaps,” Tetsuo replied. “Only Godzilla knows why he chose this city. I will say this, New York was lucky. Tokyo usually receives more damage from a Godzilla attack. New York got off rather lightly.” “And we can only thank the hard work of our men in uniform for driving this monster away,” Audrey said. “And also to the Japanese government for allowing us to use their Maser Cannons. What can you say to our viewers that would hold some comfort of this atrocity?” “All I can say, Ms. Timmons,” began Tetsuo. “Is that I am sorry it happened. No words of comfort can heal the wounds torn open by Godzilla. I just hope this city can find strength enough to return to normal life. And I hope that Godzilla will not return again.” “As do we all,” Audrey nodded. “Thank you, Dr. Amai. And this is why all of the king’s horses and all of the king’s men may not be able to put the Big Apple back together again. But we can certainly try. This is Audrey Timmons, reporting for WIDF News.” Nick turned off the TV set, smiling as he thought back on the three years he had spent with his partner Tetsuo Amai. After the exclusive, Tetsuo had leapt into the East River. Then, Nick thought he caught three rows of enormous spines disappearing into the water. Godzilla was leaving. Nick took Michelle Amai down to the Newark Airport so she could get the next flight out to Alaska. Michelle took the briefcase with her when she left. He hoped that they were going to be happy despite their problem. He wished that he would have gone with them. Dr. Elsie Chapman and Dr. Mandel Craven had joined Nick in his research on strange mutations that have suddenly appeared. There were the usual mutations like Angilus, Rodan, Kamakura, Gaimantis, and Gorosaurus. But then there were new ones that had sprung up. Along with them was Nick’s old assistant Randy Hernandez, a computer programmer. He got up off the couch, walking out the door. He glanced over, seeing Randy in a lawn chair, taking a small nap. Nick sighed, looking out over the dock of his Staten Island lab. He looked out over the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The gulls flew over his head, landing on the concrete drive in front of him, cracking shells. Nick smiled again. Then, his phone rang. He answered it. “Hello?” he asked. “Moshi-moshi, Niko-kun!” came a deep, growling, though rather cheerful voice over the phone. “Miss me, nakama?” “Tetsuo?” Nick asked. “Yes. Uh, where are you?” “Right here, pal,” Tetsuo replied. He lowered his phone as three rows of enormous spines rose slowly out of the water. Then, a massive head followed them. Two glowing orbs regarded him, as the pointed ears on the sides of the head flicked. The enormous form let loose its famous, hollow bellow. Randy got up from his nap, staring with wide eyes. “Holy!” he cried. “G—Godzilla…” “I’m back,” Godzilla chuckled. Elsie and Craven came running out of the warehouse, glancing up with wide eyes. “Tetsuo!” Elsie cried. “T—Tetsuo!” Craven gasped. “What…” “Tetsuo!” Nick called. “Why…what are you doing here? I thought…” “I can’t leave you, Nick,” Tetsuo/Godzilla replied. “We’re partners, right? Besides, I owe you a few for sticking beside me. And I promised Elsie-chan all the Goji info she wanted.” “You did,” Elsie said. “Goji?” “Yeah,” Godzilla said. “I hate being called ‘Godzi’.” “Oh. And don’t call me ‘chan’!” “Besides, those mutations,” Tetsuo continued. “You just might need some help in studying them, not to mention a body guard. And, I’ve brought a present. Okay, Michelle, bring her in!” Godzilla moved away just as a long, white hydro-foil came towards the docks. Tetsuo glanced back, his scaly lips curled up into a big grin. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began. “This is the Tora-same. It means ‘tiger shark’. My hydro-foil.” “Your hydro-foil?” asked Nick in disbelief. “How did you get the money to…” “I’m an 83-year old man, Nick,” began Tetsuo. “I’ve saved a lot of money since the 50s.” “B!tchin’!” Randy cried. “Totally b!tchin’!” “Hey, Randy,” Tetsuo chuckled. “Yo—Dr. A!” Randy called. “That is one tight lookin’ boat.” “Arigato,” Godzilla bowed his head. “So, Nick, care to team up with me?” “Go out and chase monsters?” Nick asked. “Just like we wanted…” Tetsuo nodded. “Sure,” Nick chuckled. “That is if the rest of you want to.” “Why not?” Elsie asked. “It’ll be fun. And you do owe me a few toenail clippings, Tetsuo.” “Sure,” Tetsuo winked. “I found out that I can’t find a cure for myself alone. I need help. I need you all’s help. Interested, Mandel?” “I have nothing better to do,” Craven shrugged. “Do we need radiation suits to even be around you?” “Nick, get the Geiger counter,” Tetsuo began. Nick walked into the warehouse, returning outside with the Geiger counter. He held it out towards Godzilla as the great monster leaned down closer. Something was strange, there were no ticks coming from it. “Nothing?” Nick asked. “You sure that thing’s working right?” Craven asked. Tetsuo chuckled: “It works.” He began to concentrate and their heard a buzzing sound coming from his back. The Geiger counter began to tick loudly as Godzilla’s back spines glowed brightly. Steam rose up from the ocean as his spines began to heat the water. Godzilla lifted his head up to the sky, opening his jaws. A blast of blue-white irrupted from his mouth, shooting off into the air. Godzilla glanced back down, hearing the Geiger counter quieted again. “I don’t get it,” Elsie breathed. “That’s why I promised to give you all you need to study me, Elsie-chan,” Tetsuo said. “Because I don’t either. I want answers myself.” “I’m in,” Nick said. “Same here,” said Elsie. “Won’t Hicks find out?” Craven asked. “I found an underwater cavern beneath Staten Island,” said Tetsuo. “He won’t suspect a thing.” “Okay, why not,” Craven sighed. “Count me in too!” Randy called. “Of course,” Tetsuo sighed. “I knew you would come anyways, Randy. You’re crazy enough to do it.” “Hey!” called Michelle from the boat. “You gonna help me tie this thing up or what?” She threw Nick the line and he tied the boat to the dock. Godzilla lowered his upturned claw to her and she hopped into it. Then, he lowered it to the pavement, watching her as she hopped off. “Well, I gotta be going, sweetie,” she said. “I’ve got appointments back in Manhattan. After the attack, there have been a lot of people who need to see a psychiatrist.” Tetsuo chuckled, leaning his head down to her. Michelle stood upon her tiptoes and kissed his scaly chin. “I’m glad I’ve helped your business to boom, love,” Godzilla said. “Take care now. There’s construction everywhere.” “You know I take the subway,” Michelle said as she began to walk off. “Yeah, that’s what I was talking about!” Tetsuo called after her, leaning his great bulk up on the dock. “Construction in the subway tunnels! Honey, take a cab!” “A cab?” Michelle asked. “In New York? You insane, Tetsu? I’ll see you later. Sayonara!” She quickly ran off towards the road, disappearing around the warehouse. “Shimatta…” Godzilla sighed. “What am I gonna do with that woman?” He turned to Nick, who was just laughing at him. “Doushita?” he asked. “Betsu ni,” Nick said. “Nothing at all.” “Looks like this is a start of the strangest scientific analysis team in the world,” Elsie said. “Even stranger with the mutations springing up now,” said Craven. “Hey, Nick,” Tetsuo began. “If we’re lucky, maybe we can go chase a real giant worm.” “Now that wouldn’t be an *** job,” Nick chuckled back. This was a strange start, Nick had to admit. He had himself a proper team as any that could study strange occurrences in nature. But the strangest of all would always be Godzilla. It was almost an irony that Godzilla was on his team. He glanced back at Tetsuo, those glowing golden eyes sparkling. For the first time he had seen his partner in this monstrous form, he had never seen those eyes sparkle so brightly before. Though Tetsuo was cursed in that beastly form, he was free to make his own choices again. He hoped that for now, his partner would remain free. Even now, it seemed limited, but Tetsuo was going to make the most of it. There were benefits to being Godzilla, Nick realized and Tetsuo could go into places where the team could not. In a way, having Tetsuo as Godzilla was no holdback. He was not hindering anything, he was making something available. But Nick did not want to think on that right now as he walked over to the enormous reptilian monster. Godzilla leaned over to him and Nick patted his snout. “Doushita?” Tetsuo asked again. “I just want you to know, Tetsuo,” Nick began. “I’m gonna stick by you no matter what happens.” “I know you will, Nick,” Tetsuo smiled back. “I know you will.” -------- Strange? Thought so. |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 7 2006, 11:00 PM Post #14 |
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*Gets out her big stick* Okay, guys, let me have it. What did you think.... Or, really....what the **** was I on? |
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| Cyndi | Sep 8 2006, 02:47 AM Post #15 |
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I remember this on KP! It was one of the first fics by you that I ever read, before I knew about MGX and I thought this was awesome. I loved LOVED LOVED this rendition of Godzilla. Funny, we think scarily alike...I always used to wonder what would happen if Godzilla had a human mind(not an AI, but literally a man in his body or something). Well this fic sure answered that question ^^; |
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| Ghostwalker2061 | Sep 8 2006, 09:22 PM Post #16 |
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Thanx, girlfriend. This was actually the very first idea that I had for a Godzilla fic. When I started, I liked the idea of Godzilla, but at the time I was going through my 'let's transform every one into creatures' kinda phase with my stories. I mean, every character that I started writing about all of a suedden was transformed into something. I had one guy through some sort of experiment was turned into a dragon, I had another person from some sort of strange curse was turned into a Utahraptor, another person because of science turned into a T-rex. I had fun when I did this. Though, what if Kiryuu were to meet up with a smaller version if Tetsuo. Kiryuu would have a heart attack, knowing this human could turn into something like his son. |
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| Cyndi | Sep 10 2006, 06:17 PM Post #17 |
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EDITED! Okay my explanation of this sucked because I typed it while on the phone. Here's a more coherent take on this thought. I got the idea for this after seeing a movie called The Thirteenth Year. A movie on the Disney channel, believe it or not. It'd be a girl, an alternate version of Filia really. Scientists take some Godzilla sperm and implant it in a human ovum just to see what would happen. They don't think anything will...but they're wrong and it starts to divide. So these scientists want to see this experiment through. Thus, they implant this embryo into an average woman. The baby is born normal, grows normally, shows no signs of her true father's DNA until she starts hitting puberty. Then her strength increases massively, she starts finding weird rough patches on her skin and she realizes she can understand Godzilla's noises as language. Of course this freaks her out so she doesn't tell anyone and tries to hide the physical signs. Eventually I guess she finds the papers on the experiment and decides to run away so the scientists can't capture her. Oh they'd try...and Godzilla would rescue her. Somewhere in there she fully transforms and goes home with Godzilla. Yeah I know it's stupid isn't it? |
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