Darkness. Darkness all around, pressing into him. He couldn't see, couldn't move. Where was he? He couldn't sense anything.
Wait...was that…? Moving? Noises...muffled noises.
He shifted, just the slightest bit.There were things attached to him, long and thick. They were supplying some form of energy into his body, keeping it alive...but also restraining him.
He grunted mentally as he tried to move his one...one remaining arm. How did that happen?!? Hadn't he had two previously?- Pain, deep pain zig-zagged through his skull. Memories flashed through his mind; pictures and noises and the flush of adrenaline.
...He recalled a battle, one of which he had been a primary participate. Not long ago, either; He still remembered with clear distinction what his orders had been: kill, kill, kill. Make room for the alien invaders to plant their colonies on the planet, and wipe out the natives and any obstacle in your way; That was all he had known.
What happened next?- This part was a little fuzzy, as all he remembered was a tearing pain in his chest, and then a searing heat in his entire body, before everything went black. Thinking about it hurt to much, so he did as little of that as possible.
Thinking. That's what he realized, he was thinking, having his own independent thoughts and contemplations. He had never had the chance before, with the presence in his head that had blocked out all else but his orders; He let himself think about his newfound freedom of mind for awhile, until a pathway of correlated thoughts eventually became a memory:
He walked out onto a beach with a clear crystal sky above him, filled with the strange vessels that were assisting him with his mission. He saw him, too, already standing there: Brother, now marked as a traitor by his masters after the wanton destruction of several of their motherboard ships. The presence glowed with clear anger. His orders came as a code in his head, voiceless, but omnipresent:
"Destroy him...Destroy the traitor.."
He felt his weapons charge as he obeyed; his own brother had gone from loyal soldier to another obstacle by one simple motion; a decision he made on his own whim. Could he himself do that as well?
--He has no time to process that, as once again any thoughts of his own were drowned out by the void of 'voices', none of which belonged to him; They were simply there, engraved inside this body they had given him. This body that had been made to serve them.
He watched as the two war ships by his side weakened his opponent for him. He did not expect Brother to fall so fast. He continued to watch for any signs of life. Something stirred by Brother, one of the vermin of this planet. It waved a flaming stick in his brother's face, urging him to his feet.
How stupid. What did that insignificant creature think it could do? It and the small pack it had brought with it could do nothing to stop the impending doom of this planet. So why did it even try?
--Well, whatever it did...it worked.
Brother rose to his feet, angry and determined. He let out a loud roar that caught his attention. He growled back, and the two engaged in combat; he fired his weaponry at Brother, who easily dodged his offense again and again before vanishing behind a cloud of smoke and sand. Cautiously, he moved forward, peering into the hole where Brother had dissipated.- Had he succeeded?
No.
Only when a bright flare of burning pain met his face, did he realize his folly; he was sent into the air, hitting the ground with a hard thud. His brother pulled himself out of his clever trap hole, approaching him to deliver the final killing blow. He opened his eyes to gaze up at him, the last thing he would ever see. Brother glared back with clear hatred, before more burning pain greeted his face, forcing him into a state of half-consciousness.
"Get up...Fight!"
The orders burned in his skull. He forced himself awake and lunged at his brother, who was busy battling the stinger ships that fired repetitively, killing him with a thousand small wounds; He didn't think that he'd end up in their line of fire.
He roared out all of his pain as his metal arm was shot off. Electricity crackled from the wound, energy bleeding out like a torn vein bleeding blood. He roared again, as his brother rammed into him, sending him flying.
Another dizzying blow. He hit the ground hard. The presence in his head grew stronger with anger, and he felt more power flood into his body, forcing him to get up and face his opponent. He huffed, letting all of his physical pain melt into mindless rage before rushing at his brother. Brother snorted and turned, hitting him in the jaw with enough power to break bones.
He staggered back, his cybernetics reorienting him. He turned to Brother, his feet now in the warm tropical waters of the Pacific. Brother readied his flame, the green fires barreling into the cyborg's chest and sending him crashing into the shallow depths. He sat up and breathed his own blue flame, aimed at Brother.
Brother was not so easily defeated; Of course he could not be. He easily leapt over the bolt of flame and tackled the cyborg, rendering him helpless as Brother broke open and ripped out his chest...pain...searing, burning pain...systems shutting down...a last message, being relayed to him from the masters:
"You failed…"
He shook his head and started to push himself up with his remaining arm. The cables connected to his chest and torso snapped, and the metal closing him in on all sides started to give in to his strength. His eyes flashed red as he rose from his sepulchre, the humans running and screaming as he roared out to the world his mission:
Revenge upon those who had wronged him.
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Heyo! Another story for all of you who enjoy kaiju fanfics like this! I'm just going to go ahead and list some of the personal headcannons featured in this fanfiction, but not all of them, because I want to leave some surprises for later!
Headcannon #1: Zilla Jr. and Cyber-Zilla are brothers, not father and son. This will be explained later.
Headcannon #2: Elsie and Mendel are in a relationship. (What can I say? I've shipped it forever!)
Headcannon #3: Elsie is gonna be Cyber-Zilla's 'Momma'. This will be explained later.
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TheExiledCyborg