Godzilla:

Sorrow Hearts

  Blank eyes stared on as the two artificial saviors rained down their madness on each other.  Man had always showed itself as one, but a tear occurred, breaking the fabric of life, halting progression as a whole. The human race turned into two groups, two warriors of good and evil. There had been wars in the past, where two forces charged at each for the taste of blood, but this was different, this time it would mean the end of the world. The two powers were small, but the largest humanity had, either one could bring the planet to its knees or help it off its feet. The knights were what the human race needed to protect themselves from extinction, but both warriors were in the wrong hands. Corruption ran high through both powers, which would only lead to one thing, destruction. Time was running away, making it even harder for the earth to recoil in fear as it approached it's last days.  And before the two vigor forces could finish each other off, two more would emerge from the core of the earth, one to complete its work and rule the world with an iron fist, the other to reclaim it's title and horror. Sorrow hearts cried as the four threw blows. 

 September 1st, 10:30am

 Kyoto, Japan 

  Rain clouds trickled down their crying tears, soothing the mad storm of defeat that ran rampant though the city.  The twisted steel statue of surmount was removed; only leaving the break fragments of hope behind. It was like a bad dream to everyone, or more like a nightmare that came alive and wouldn't let go. Now that Mechagodzilla was disabled beyond repair and Mogera was stolen, there was no savior to protect Japan's coast from treats that might appear. Mankind's plan for survival fell far off, deep into the dark abyss of self-defeat.

 " I really don't know what to make of them, they just appear, flashing through my head like a burning light bulb." Miki proclaimed, her powers of her mind still not at rest and worst than ever.

 " It seems that junior may be having problems with his psyche. The death of his father has put something in him or he truly isn't able to handle the intense power that Godzilla transferred over to him. This may be bad. If Godzilla has brain damage, there is no telling what he will do or what power he could unleash.  We can only hope that he doesn't hit the main land and stays out at sea. If I am correct on this, Godzilla is no longer able to control his own energy."  Professor Fukazawa's eyes seem to luster with his own fear of what might happen. 

" I was afraid of that, these images are just too jumbled up to mean anything else than his brain was damaged in some way. It's like his mind is breaking down, sending thousands of distorted images through his cerebellum. Only if we could get a MRI of his brain, we could get a clear picture of what is truly wrong. It's best if the military stays out of this. If he is attacked, there is no telling what could happen, maybe even an overload…" Miki's voice ran dry as the words hit her lips.

 " This whole terrorist act may be a good thing for us. We may have a little time on our hands to fix our junior, if we are even able to.  I am not too sure that we can even do anything, but monitor the damage that's already been done. I wonder where he is right now?" The professor said as he turned his gaze down.

September1st, 1:32pm

 Bio-Major HQ, housing dome 1 

" It seems most repairs are done. Some of the software has been changed also to better fit you, Dr. Marcus." The engineer happily said to the doctor, keeping his eyes laid on the clipboard.

  " When do you think you will complete the housing dome for Mogera?" Marcus watched out the window, viewing the activity below, the place looked more like a construction site than a housing dome. 

  " We should be done within the month, that is if we follow U.N.G.C.C's blue prints accordingly. Terminal B will be done by December, we are hoping at least. As long as we go on schedule than we should be fine." Dr. Marcus switched his flunky like gaze to his master or god. It's shoulder beamed with a shine brighter than any other. A tart sweetness in Marcus's mouth. 

 " Repairs have been done, you said?" 

 " Yes, the repairs have been completed on Mogera. Tough job though. First time working on a giant food processor." The engineer chuckled under his breath.  Marcus with a turn of wind faced the man, his eyes being replaced by knives, sharp and evil. With an anger filled fist, Marcus knocked the man to the ground.

 " Food processor? A machine that is capable of destroying an entire city in seconds is just a giant food processor to you?!" Marcus's even steps exited the room, trailing behind him like a lost puppy.   Mogera is more than just a machine, a god in my eyes. A burning star that will bring me closer to my dream. My dream of making of a creature of pure hell fire and brimstone to call my own.  Marcus's thoughts drained out as the door of the conference room opened.

September 1st, 1:33pm  U.N.G.C.C. Command Center   

   Dim light flickered from the main screen, burning the rage of the empty loading bay.  Aso watched the image over and over, each time a piece of his soul washed away, underneath the waves of defeat. His hope and everyone else's gone, his dream of finally killing Godzilla with his clean hands, gone. Now all he had was a pile of useless scarp, a heap of lost possibility. The operation was a total lost, losing both "bots" without accomplishing the objective at hand.   Failure was the only word to describe everyone that was assigned on the mission, complete failures.   Aso was to blame the most; only for the fact he was in charge of the assignment. The finger would be pointed to him, if Mogera was destroyed along with Mechagodzilla. With that little event still intact, Aso might keep his job, only if he brought Mogera back in one piece, which now was almost impossible.  Something else would have to be put into work now to get Mogera back. Some new weapon, but that would cost money, money that they didn't have, money that was already wasted on rebuilding the two machines. The only option now was to seek out the terrorists with a small task force and eliminate them, but it's hard when you don't know where the enemy's front door is. It was just a hopeless crisis now, nothing more to do than tuck your head in-between your legs and wait for the air-raid sirens. 

  "Don't feel to bad Commander, there was nothing we could have done. Mechagodzilla just had a flaw big enough for the enemy to get a hit on us." The head pilot of Mechagodzilla, Shinjo said. " I feel the same way you do, powerless. I will do everything in my power to return Mogera back." Shinjo continued.

   "Don't trouble yourself, Shinjo, it wasn't your fault. We just have to adjust ourselves to this little mishap. We will have to do everything in order to return Mogera and once that happens we will kill Godzilla." Aso slammed his tightened fist down the hard desk, shattering the silence with a rolling echo.

 " Don't worry, sir. With you and me at work on this, there is no way we can fail, even how much we lose.  Once we found out who did this than we will hit them hard, harder than they have very been hit." Shinjo watched Aso as he looked deep into the main scene, watching the empty shift.

 " We will win, I know we will." The commander's strong sing song voice disappeared in the moment.