Chapter 1: Prologue
Credits to H.R.C Stanley for editing
Unknown Location
Present Day 2035
"Herman's eyes blinked twice before blinking again then at the same time raising his head up. Jolts awake in a much darker place. The PPDC scientist groaned, shaking his head again as he tried to stand up only to find his legs and arms cuffed to a chair. He attempted to break free from his plastic resistants only to be fruitless. Herman frowned with disbelief and the last thing he remembers was someone injected a needle into his neck when he was in the lab in the Shatterdome.
What the bloody hell just happen? he thought. Oh god, Newt doesn't do this to me, please tell me I am in a nightmare…! His answer, he found himself centre in a dark room and god knows where all alone in a chair with a light shining brightly. Herman flinches at first before blinking twice.
"Hello, where the bloody hell am I?" Herman called.
His insides were screaming. Something was very turned his head left and right. (Mokona: something was very wrong? seems a bit off in my opinion) Then a figure steped out of the shadows revealing Newt himself with a wick simile on his face. Still in his fancy shirt and vest with his hands behind his back.
"Oh my god, Newt," Herman choked.
How could his former friend standing in front of him still corrupted by the precursors free from his prison was now loose like an animal under the influence of the Precursors?
Newt studied Herman.
"Hello, Herman," Newt leaned forward with his hands on his hips.
"How did you-"
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. About that," smirked Newt, sneering. "Long story, Herman, my old friend. Remember, last time it is time to settle the score here. Wait, I did mention I was opening a fan club just you, Alice and I, plus a few enthusiastic fans?"
"Fan club?"
"Yeah, Herman, a revolutionized -"
"Newt listens to me, for god's sake," snapped Herman. "Let me out of this damn chair now, then we can uh- bloody work this out again, you bloody precursors from god knows where or what they are doing to your head. Newt, please I am still your buddy."
He breathed, his expression softening. He wanted nothing more than his friend back. "I know there's some good inside-"
"THERE IS NO GOOD HERE TO FREE HIM, HE WILL NOT COMPLY." roared Newt, laced with the multi-layered hissing of the precursor. "HE IS WEAK, SPINELESS AND PATHETIC. NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP US FROM DESTROYING THE WORLD."
"I will save you NEWTON! I find a way! I will get him back!" He shouted.
Herman flinched back, leaning as far enough from Newton's snapping jaw, but Newt grabbed him by the collar of his clothes. "Don't worry about him, we have other plans for him. Honestly, I hate this crappy world so much, but the fans here are happy to watch to the end of the world."
He turned to the darkened room. "Isn't that right, party people?"
The lights flicked on revealing the unexpected nightmare, a storage room filled with stacks of barrels and crates along with hooded people dress in Kaiju red robes and masks, sleeveless arms with Kaiju tattoos. There were masked gunmen in darker clothing with armbands representing a skull of a kaiju , ammo packs armed with AK-74 assault rifles to M4A1 carbines.
His eyes widen as his mouth opened for a gasp. It was a whole battalion of armed Kaiju loving terrorist right in front of his eyes.
"So, what do you think of the fan club here, Herman?" He smiled. His arms reached out to present his work. "All for the revolutionized cause, my dear friend."
"Newt, do not tell me you invite the degenerated terrorists and nonsense Kaiju cultists into the club. I mean, terrorists are the vilest and bloody people on the planet…! You've got to be kidding me."
Newt bursted out laughing.
Herman had to admit he was used to being horrified when he dedicated his life studying monsters, but he was having trouble keeping up with the fact a terrorist organization wished to end the world. But this was bigger than the Kaijus. He was kidnapped by some Kaiju extremist of a terrorist group in some sinister plot to end the world.
"Well, Herman, I agree and here's what I'm doing this for, for a revolutionary cause," said Newt, a sinister grin was on his face. "You better be excited to meet the new boss here, plus I added extra room for some party people. They are so going to enjoy the thrill. You may not like the place, it worth your while."
Newt turned to the pair of cultist gunmen. "Yo, dudes, bring out the kids. Herman you are so going to love this."
"What are you people doing, bringing the apocalypse to our doorstep? This is madness, I say defining insanity. This is insane, Newt come to your sense!" cried Herman. He could feel the resistants cutting into his skin.
Where is the PPDC when you need them?
"So, what Herman? Maybe you are right but close, this is bigger than the both of us." Newt turned to the doors which unlocked and opened at the same time with muted screams.
"Right about now sucker."
A pair of hooded gunmen dragging a trashing girl in cadet uniform from the ground. Her arms behind her back tied with duct tape, a rag shovelled and tied into her mouth. More gunmen dragged out seven cadets out of the door, screaming.
"OH MY GOD," cried Herman.
He wasn't he only one kidnapped, they were kidnapping more people…!
Oh, no. Oh, no, the cadets…! Jake! though Herman watching the horror.
Terrified, Amara fought through tears pouring from her eyes as she was dragged out of the hallway by two gunmen holding her arms. Cries came from her gagged mouth. Much to her horror, she found herself in a room of god knows what with people in red robes or armed with guns along the scientist cuffed to a chair.
Gunmen dragged each cadet into the room; Vik , Renata, Illya, Jinhai, Meilin, Tahima, Ryiochi and Suresh. Her friends too, the cadets either in PPDC cadet uniforms or casual clothing or tank tops.
Amara shot looks at Vik next to her who was shaking as well.
Arms, hands tied up and mouths stuffed with rags, sweat pouring from their heads with their own eyes. Renata and Mei-Lin, along with Suresh had flowing tears pouring from their eyes. Illya , Ryiochi, Tahima and Jinhai were breathing like crazy.
They were on their knees in a line, terrorists had their rifles aimed at their backs. All of them expected to be assaulted or god knows what these people would do to them.
"Newt, what have you done again, kidnapping children and taking orders with degenerated terrorists?" Herman couldn't believe Newt and the terrorist kidnapped the cadets in some heinous plan.
Who does he think he is? He was in no position to help the cadets. The precursor who possessed Newt stood there with a simile on his face.
"You call those guys terrorists ?" Newt laughed and pointed at him. "Wrong again, Herman. They are big-time fans of me and you. Maybe a few extra party poppers aren't that bad, but we could use the leftovers. They may use them for sacrifice for the cult whenever they please. At least Plan B is progressing, like the queen said 'off with their heads.'"
Amara and the cadets squeaked, the gags cutting their breath. Sacrifice? A cultist grinned, toying with a large knife at Armara. Armara sobbed quietly. This was it, the end of her life. She gazed up at Herman, a last chance of survival.
"Newt, this is absolute insanity, they're only children…!" Herman begged. "You can't, they're only cadets. Why them, Newt? Take me, not them."
Newt glazed at the cadets.
He looked back, a smile with a twisted sense of glee. "I don't think we both understand each other right. I am a free man now, baby."
His arms were in the air. "This time we're finishing what we're starting. They'll be sticking around for a while."
He pointed a finger at Herman. "We're burning the world to the ground."
He turned to the soldiers. "Isn't that right, people?"
The crowd cheered in agreement.
"That's far enough, Dr. Geiszler," called a woman.
The Cultists immediately bowed down, Newt's face turned white with horror. Herman's swallowed as he felt his chest beating inside of him. The cadets slowly turned behind. Newts gave a short bow and smiled.
Five hooded figures decorated in dark, red robes stood in front of them. One of them held a staff made out kaiji bones made into a spear. This was the leaders of the cult-like terrorist movement. One of them removing the hood revealing a woman in black hair and bone like a thin crown on her head. Blue predator eyes shined like the precursors and a look of a psychopath.
"Oh, god, Riga Repulsa, it is good to see you again."
"Thank the gods, that you escaped from the PPDC. I am proud to have the righteous like you to our cause. The destruction of the PPDC, and let the gods walk the earth." She scowled. "At the cost of many of our numbers, I doubt your loyalty to their cause, correct?"
"Yeah, so are we really doing this now or you just-"
"We have work to do…!" She snapped before looking at the other cadets with a wick sneer. "However, we may have some use for the younglings."
She stopped and turned to face Amara. Amara held back a sob, shivering as Rita's finger inspected her face.
"That's nothing, anyways," chuckled Newt. "You guys are the best for getting me out, with a little help."
"The next time you will address me as the Priestess, Dr. Geiszler, you will regret your tongue." Riga snapped.
"My brothers and sisters, today we rejoice in opening up the breach and witness the might of the Kaiju and the Anteverse! With the PPDC off guard and the wrath of the gods are returning, they will be cleansed for their heresy and the world will be shown to salvation and paradise."
"You mean death and destruction, you ignorant, crazy, arrogant bastards listening to a bunch of rubbish bullshit that will send you all to hell one day…!" Herman shouted. "I promise you, it will be very painful if you all do it."
Newt laugh maniacally. Soon Riga, and the other cultist choir in the laughter. Herman swallowed, his entire body numb. He knew one thing. There was no getting out of this alive, and if there was a chance of survival, this would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Newt patted Herman on the shoulder, an evil grin on his face.
"This is only the beginning, Herman…"
Five years after the Kaiju war
Year: 2030
Shanghai China
1100 hours
A hooded figure wandered through the streets of Shanghai through crowds of people and passing cars in the largest city in China. Shanghai was home to millions of Chinese and was the major finance source and the largest container port. During the Kaiju war, Shanghai was defended by Crimson Typhoon infamous for foiling another Kaiju attack. A small temple near the port was build near tit's remains during the war to worship the Kaiju , More cults were growing slowly in the Pacific only to have the reputation for beliefs that the gods sent the monsters to punish mankind for their sins only to make the public discomfortable.
The hooded figure reached the stairs of the temple before taking a good look at the port of Shanghai, the city lightens the night through the dark times of the war and the clam sea.
The figure knocked on the door , a steel plate was slide opened revealing a masked guard. The guard opened the door letting the mysterious person into the temple. Inside the temple was a large hallway with pillars leading to the praying circled room with a statue of a stone Kaiju in glory in the centre
A group of worshippers made their silent prays while the hooded person made it's way behind a wall. The wall revealed a secret passage to the stairs spiral down to the basement.
In a secret chamber reveal a dozen Cultist heads in a conference like room in seats plus a large table with a holo projector in the centre.
When the breach has sealed forever and the end of the Kaiju war, life goes on as people in the Pacific shorelines returning back to their lives picking up the pieces. Rebuilding has been commenced, Pilots and Jaguars were worshipped as legends and so many highways and children named after them even with apocalypse coming to end the world had bring the world together in a celebration. Heroes that fallen were remembered for their sacrifice in defending the name of humanity. They watched as many of their followers left the cult to their pre-war lives.
The Cultist heads from Asia and the West gathered to meet in the secret chamber after they receive an unexpected invitation. They all desperately vowed revenge on the PPDC for closing the breach, making them look bad and vowing to bring back the apocalypse again.
"Brothers and sisters." Said the hooded figure revealing to be a woman as she took a stand from her chair facing the Cult heads in their respected seats. " We gathered here because of the common enemy the Pan Pacific Defence Corp."
" The gods have told me to rebuild our strength and wait for the breach to emerge." Said the woman as she smiled sickly. "Patience is what the gods need in return. We build the resistance to challenge the PPDC."
"What makes you think you are in charge?" Demanded another Cult head pointing a finger at her.
"I was used to be one of them before, I speak the gods and they promote those who see the light of the Kaiju and heaven." Said the woman as the holoprojector shinned a digital image of a Kaijiu brain.
"But, you lost faith." She pulled out a pistol with a silencer and shot the leader in the head. The cultist collapsed to the ground with a bleed hole in the forehead. Only to earn have the remaining leaders gasped with horror.
She glanced at the cult leaders as she lowered the gun. "This is what the PPDC wants our brothers and sisters to lost hope and look where it got all of you. We will need an army to fight for our cause
" How exactly will we able to inspire our numbers to rise against the PPDC?" Asked a cult leader.
"We will make them inspired once more and as you may know an associate reach out to me. He has a plan to bring the gods into the world." Said the woman grinning bigger. The cult leaders murmured to each other with ease as they listen.
"We have a device that will make our belief a reality." She said as another image of a massive device with an energy projector in the centre. Her eyes blinked and fade into the blue of an exotic lizard.
"We may not have lost everything but with your combined wealth and our influence, an army will be raised. We arm ourselves to the hip and we will take down of the PPDC." she continued as the murmuring of the Cult heads. Her blue eyes shined brightly at the cults heads as one by one they fall into the spell of her eyes.
"We united our followers, any supporters and renew our beliefs again. I will lead this crusade and the resistance against the PPDC."
She pull out a rolled banner on the table and unscrews the straps revealing a cloth with the Kaiju skull and a cross in the middle.
"When the gods from the Anteverse will wait for us to open the breach." The woman said with the layer from hive-mind of the precursors. "We will rejoice with the gods and let the Kaijiu march across the world."
Throwing her arms in the air. " The Heavens Wrath is born today."
"Heavens Wrath" roared the Cult heads throwing their arms in the air as they repeated the chant "Heavens Wrath."
"Let the world burn." Said the woman and all the cultist heads in the room together. Heavens Wrath or the "New Cult" was born as a Religious Terrorist Organization devoted to the destruction of the PPDC and arrival of the Precursors even the Kaiju.
"You all call me the Priestess." said the Priestess. "I am your leader now."
For three years, Heavens Wrath or called "The Cult" gathered numerous followers or extremists, established secret bases, gathering and collecting weapons for their devoted cultists , stealing from the PPDC, selling or purchasing from the black market.
Thanks to connections in the criminal underworld, large amounts of firearms and ordinances were collected. A dozen Temples around the Asia or the Western Coasts served as recruiting many devoted believers. Using the Kaiju religion as their cover up to avoid suspicion. They were watching the PPDC for so long waiting for the sign to launch an attack.
The Priestess and her leaders watched inside the containment ship on the catwalk to oversee their preparations. Cultists in sleeveless red robes with cloths covering their faces and nose with assault rifles listening to preaches from a cult head. Cultists moving boxes from hand to carts. Supplies and ammo in crates in the storage spaces. A team of extremists were working on explosives in a makeshift workshop.
A stream of cultists hurried and pushing strollers filled with cargo as another terrorist personal working on a large cylinder-like device in the middle. Computers and laptops were set up around the device while technicians oversaw their work and preparations for bringing the apocalypse to life.
The Priestess smiled at herself and her operation and she will be proud to watch the world burn around her. The Heavens Wrath were waiting for the day to strike at the PPDC and they will reveal themselves from the shadows soon.