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| The Living Wall; The worst terror is one you can't see. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 14 2006, 12:37 AM (143 Views) | |
| Cyndi | Nov 14 2006, 12:37 AM Post #1 |
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The hopeless kaiju romantic
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Author's note: I actually wrote this for an online friend of mine. One little snag - he's blind. So, to challenge myself again, I'm writing a short fic from the point of view of a blind character. That means NO visual descriptions at all! I turned on a few G movies and listened to the destruction scenes with my eyes closed to get a better idea of what to describe. This is what came from that. Oh, and keep your eyes peeled, two characters you might be familiar with pop up in this one. One is a canon character, the other is a fan character of mine who has a severe dislike for Godzilla in a fic I'm still writing.
Summary: The worst terror is one you can't see. o The Living Wall o "So...what was it like for you?" I open my eyes and turn towards the deep voice. "Who's asking?" "I'm a reporter," the man replies. His Japanese is terrible. I can tell he's wounded by his breathing. "My name is Steven Martin...I figure...I should hear as many stories about this as I can..." "My name is Eiji Kobiyashi," I smile at him, but it is bitter. Mr. Martin replies, "What did you see?" "I'm blind, I have been since birth. I didn't see anything!" I snap at him. I don't mean to and immediately apologize. I am in pain. First my hands and now my entire body. This Mr. Martin indicates that he wants a story, so I'll tell him one. Might as well make the best of what time I have left. I lay back on my makeshift futon and begin to speak, "Once upon a time, the sound of the sea brought me comfort. I used to spend hours sitting on the front steps, listening to the waves crash far below. That all changed yesterday, the third of August in this year of nineteen fifty-four. That was the day that he came. That was the day I realized that we, mankind, are not the masters of this world anymore..." And I slowly flash back to that horrible day. o A light rain pattered against the paper doors in time with the hissing surf. The smell of sea water and wet earth wafted between the cracks in all the doors and windows. I sat on a small stool next to a turntable, working feverishly with the wet clay sliding smoothly under my fingertips. I was a simple man back then. Selling pottery was how I made a living. It seemed better than living my life in an institution. So I had struck out on my own...sadly no one wanted to hire a blind man with two perfectly capable hands. I had almost no money. The house I lived in was run down...the clang of pots catching water that leaked through the roof surrounded me. Beside me, the radio crackled with news reports about the weather. It was supposed to storm all day and into the night. If only I had known... I smashed my clay back into a lump. My hands were sore from staying in one position for too long, so I wiped them off and decided to take a little break. Rising from my perch, I walked the six steps from my turntable to the front door. Now the rain was pounding down hard. I could hear it crashing through the trees to the left of my house and trickling into puddles on the dirt road. I loved how rain smelled. It made the tepid, late summer air seem so clean, yet heavy with dampness at the same time. A rick-shaw rattled over the hill. The little boy pulling it called out, "Good evening, Mr. Kobiyashi!" "Hello, Goro! You're late today." I called back. Then I leaned on the door frame, frowning, "Your mother will be worried." "I got stuck in the mud a way back. Well, I better hurry up and get out of here—" Goro's voice cut off, then came back, "whoa, that was a big lightning bolt!" Not a second later, thunder crackled from the west. The rain turned into hail that pelted everything like stones. I heard it ting-tinging against the metal chimney on my roof and thumping against the wooden rick-shaw. "Hurry home!" I chastised the boy from my doorway. "Don't worry, Mr. Kobiyashi, I have an umbrella. I'll be okay." his voice carried a smile. The rick-shaw rattled away at break-neck speeds. It was full of lumber, from what I heard his family was adding to their house. I kind of pitied the boy...he had three more miles to go in this terrible weather. I almost told him to come in and wait it out, but I had no phone and couldn't contact his mother. Besides, he took off before I got a chance to change my mind. I stood in the doorway until my ears no longer detected Goro's presence. The hail gradually became heavy rain again and I felt water drops clinging to my mustache and beard. Then I heard a boom. Not the thunder...the storm was coming from the west and this noise most definitely came from directly in front of me - east. A moment later the sound came again, slightly louder. It sounded like a giant hammer beating against the earth. The next time I heard it, the ground jolted. The copper pots hanging by the door rattled together. Gently at first, then more violently. My radio sputtered and died. It was the only electrical appliance in my home, so that meant the power just went out. An eerie silence followed. Everything stood still, frozen. Only the wind and rain moved. I put my hands on the doorframe and leaned out the door, listening. People began to scream. Suddenly, the ground lurched with a tremendous, deafening CRACK. My bookcase toppled, spilling the five braille books I owned across the floor. The ancient trees outside wailed in the violent wind. I heard another thump and my entire house trembled. And finally, with one last crash, the storm itself came to life. My world turned into a confusing torrent of groaning wood, flapping paper, metal nails and other unidentifiable debris raining down around me. I was instantly buried alive! I felt lucky that none of the heavy beams landed on me, surely that would have killed me. The shaking ceased. Just all at once there was nothing. Terrified, I pushed the pieces of my home away until rain battered my face, stinging my injuries. I searched ineffectively for my long cane. No doubt it got pushed aside when my house collapsed. The wind blew again. A horrible smell filled the air. Fish, seaweed, leather and something I couldn't identify. The rain suddenly stopped. No...it was splattering against something. Something massive. Something so gigantic that it created a sound shadow against the wind. But only buildings were large enough to block that much air and rain! My heart began to pound in my chest. A cold weight settled in the pit of my stomach. My mouth was dry despite the damp air. I crawled over the rubble until my hands smacked into something. I let my fingers roam over this new, muddy surface. It felt like hard, cold leather with deep grooves. I walked several steps to the left, following this unfamiliar obstacle. The roughness gave way to something smooth like a bone...or a claw. And it twitched. I fell onto my backside in the mud, wide-eyed, gasping. Before me was a living wall of...something horrible. Thunder crackled across the sky as the storm finally passed overhead. At the same time I heard a sound I would never forget. A roar from Hell itself. A bell-like, discordant moan that dipped into a low growl before rising back up and fading. It vibrated my bones and set my teeth on edge. Then there was a new crackle that accelerated into a hum. I caught that unidentifiable chemical scent again just a split second before blistering heat scorched the houses fifty paces away. I heard deafening explosions. For a moment the rain sizzled around me. Whimpering, I scooted back until I hit another wall of flesh. It moved a second later and only then did I realize it was a gargantuan foot. Rain once again blasted me. What remained of my house was crushed to a pulp and swept away. The hundred year old trees on the roadside snapped like twigs. Everything around me shook. I heard people screaming, running and dying. Smoke stung my eyes, nose and throat. Each time the giant's feet fell, I was thrown off the ground. Something huge,(a tail?) whipped over my head and knocked over the tiny marketplace behind my home. Fruit and pottery were smashed into the mud. "G—a! G—a!" A woman screamed from far away. The rain and thunder muffled her words, but I recognized her voice. She worked in what used to be the fruit market. "Noriko!" I yelled. "Noriko, what's happening?!" "Gojira has come!" Noriko cried. "Run for your life! Go—AAAH!" and in a wave of heat her voice cut off. All I could smell was burning flesh. I heard that terrible howl again. It came from the southwest. All I could hear afterward was homes being crushed into oblivion. Gojira waded through my town like a fisherman moving upstream. My ears were filled with wood splintering, trees falling and explosions, all mixed into the rain and thunder. And after that...the cries of the dying and those who lost loved ones. Unstable homes began to cave in. Fires crackled unopposed despite the rain. My hands began to sting as if burned, but I thought nothing of it as I wandered forward. I tripped and bumped into a thousand things as I walked aimlessly down the path. The last thing I remembered is hearing little Goro cry. "He killed Mama! Gojira killed Mama!" o "...and that is what brings me to now. I can't believe that in one moment my entire life was swept away." "I'm sorry," Mr. Martin whispers. Then I hear a woman's voice. Mr. Martin's attention is immediately turned away. At the same time two men come to move me from this room. My ears glimpse something about a weapon. I don't get a chance to hear exactly what this weapon is before I'm whisked away to lie with the dying. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. If I do, I'll dream of yesterday...and I don't want to. But I don't worry about it too much. I'll be dead soon. Doctors say that by coming in contact with Gojira, I've received a fatal dose of radiation poisoning. I am not afraid to die - I know that Gojira can't reach me in the afterlife. And when I get there, I'll pray for the lives of everyone in that creature's path. Someone turns on a radio. I can hear children singing. It's so beautiful... |
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"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere." --Carl Sagan ***My song covers.*** ***Affirmations for Bullying Victims*** | |
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| The Notorious GMK | Nov 14 2006, 08:02 AM Post #2 |
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Very interesting approach. There was a good usage of smell, sounds, and the feel of different textures that brought the surroundings to life. I actually felt like I was in the blind man's place as I read it. |
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| Cyndi | Nov 14 2006, 03:34 PM Post #3 |
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The hopeless kaiju romantic
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Cool, thank you very much
That's exactly what I was going for.
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"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere." --Carl Sagan ***My song covers.*** ***Affirmations for Bullying Victims*** | |
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| EternalMothra | Nov 14 2006, 11:56 PM Post #4 |
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It is an interesting approach, something I would have never thought to be possible! Well done Cyndi, this is another wonderfully magnifiscent story to add to your collection! :):hug: |
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| Cyndi | Nov 15 2006, 01:55 AM Post #5 |
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Thanks, Donny :)! You're sweet. |
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That's exactly what I was going for.


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