The New York skyline, truly a sight to behold on any normal day, but today was not a normal day, in fact it hadn't been a normal day for quite a few months now. One major reason was the massive body of an irradiated iguana sprawled out on the brooklyn bridge. Thick drops of stinging rain pattered across the beast's body. It groaned and gurgled, the light in it's eyes slowly fading. Several minutes ago this behemoth had chased a taxi cab full of four responsible for the deaths of it's young, all across Manhattan. It had followed them onto the brooklyn bridge, where it became caught in the extension cables, struggling and nearly succeeding in escaping. It took four months, hundreds of thousands of people, hundreds of tons of fish, and hundreds of millions of dollars in ammunition, infrastructure, and industry, all just to bring an over sized, irradiated iguana down. Globs of crimson blood slowly oozed from it's wounds. The beast's heart beat could be heard around the block, as it began to slow.
One of the four, a scrawny fellow in army fatigues, stood in front of it, staring into it's eye.
The creature could feel the pity and remorse that filled his eyes. As the light slowly vanished from the beast, it made one last growl, before it's heart stopped and it's eyes closed.
Nineteen years later.
Thirty miles off the coast of anchorage, the TK 20 Sevestral Typhoon class nuclear submarine glided silently under the violent waves above. Nearly one hundred souls aboard the world's largest submarine, all hands at the ready as they searched. Seventy-two hours ago, a strange heat source had been detected near anchorage, following this, was a massive burst of radiation, that now rested on the seafloor. Captain Pavlov of the newly formed "United Nations Anti Monster Unit" or "UNAMU" had been contacted and informed that he and his crew, were to investigate the site.
"We are approaching the target location captain." One of the helmsman called out.
"Anything on sonar?" Pavlov asked.
"Negative captain, but the location is giving off strange sounds." Victor Troyska, the sonar operator answered.
"What kind of sounds, ?" Pavlov asked as he approached Victor.
Victor slowly turned and removed his headphones. "It sounds like, breathing captain."
Pavlov froze, ice ran through his veins.
He opened his mouth, but the sub suddenly, and violently shook.
"What the hell was that?" He yelled.
"Sir, we've hit something, most likely a rock formation." One of the ensigns called out.
"Get me a damage report." He yelled back.
"Torpedo bay one and three are flooding." Another ensign yelled.
"Are we still able to move?"
"Aye sir, but we'll have to take her slow, the ship can't take much more strain."
He nodded and grabbed his radio.
That's when the sub thumped.
"What the hell?" Pavlov mumbled.
Another thump, this time much louder, shaking the sub. Then another, and another, each one followed by an identical thump.
"What is that? It sounds like-"
"All back full!" Pavlov yelled.
"All back full." An ensign responded.
The sub lurched back as it began to retreat.
"Are bays two and four operational?" Pavlov yelled.
"Aye sir."
"Fire bays two and four, and get us the hell out of here." Pavlov demanded.
Two slight shudders rocked the room, and for several seconds silence hung in the air, thick enough to be eaten like ice cream, before it was shattered by a deafening sound.
The radar signature vanished and the men cheered.
Pavlov's heart stopped as the sub suddenly stopped, before everything shifted.
He held onto a railing for dear life as he watched the front end of the sub begin to crumple, before being torn away, several men falling into the churning waters below.
A massive white eye appeared under the sub and he shrieked.
The eye moved away, being replaced by a gargantuan, gaping, maw.
He felt as the air around him was pulled into the creature's maw.
It was as if he had taken his helmet off in space, for as hard as he tried, he couldn't breath, there was simply no air.
Then he felt a wave of immense heat wash over him, heat that could hard boil an egg, before he began to hear a deafening sound, that caused his ear drums to rupture. All he heard was ringing.
As his ears rang, he was thrown up inside the sub from the sheer force of the roar.
He opened his eyes and felt the last of the sub shift before the walls were crushed with him in a mere half second.
ISS, twelve days later.
21:00 Hours, US EST.
Deep Space observation platform.
"Sir, we're tracking three large objects moving at three hundred twenty-one thousand and eight hundred sixty eight kilometers per hour near jupiter." A man yelled.
Chief Warrant Officer Two Ferris Vasquez approached the consol. "Jesus fucking christ. What's their current heading?"
"Current trajectory has them on a collision course with the moon sir."
"Show me. Put it on the big screen." Ferris ordered.
A large screen on the far wall of the large, white, room, flicked to life and showed three dots near jupiter, in front of them were segmented lines that aimed towards the moon.
"Probability this isn't a sensory malfunction?" He asked his chief engineer.
"Negative sir, I've just run fifty diagnostic checks on the system, no way this is a malfunction." The engineer responded.
"Sir! One of the objects has slowed down, and is breaking off from the group!" Another man yelled.
"And the other two?"
"Still on course sir."
"Contact Hubble and have them get us eyes on. How long do we have?"
"Two and a half months sir."
One hour later
An ensign set his headset down and looked to Ferris. "We have confirmation on what the first two objects are."
"And?"
"Monsters sir."
Ferris chuckled. "Quit the bullshit and tell me what they actually said."
The ensign had paled. He swallowed hard and choked out, "The first two objects are monsters sir."
Ferris fell silent and looked to the large screen again.
"What do we do sir?"
"Call them."
"Who sir?"
"Everyone. Call everyone."
United Nations, New York.
Emergency meeting between world leaders.
Doomsday clock [2:14:09:32:53]
The French president shifted in his seat and whispered to the German president, "What the hell could be so important, that we had to immediately get to this damned building?"
"I heard a rumor, that the International Space Station has found proof of alien life." She whispered.
"That's bullshit, I heard there's asteroids hurtling towards Earth." The Ugandan president said.
"All of you are idiots, I'm willing to bet this weak minded Govno is going to ask for economic assistance." The Russian president smirked.
Before anymore world leaders could gossip, the lights went out, and the massive screen at the head of the room flashed to life and displayed large, blazing red, block numbers that read, "2:14:09:32:53", and was counting down.
"Ladies, and Gentleman of the world." an elderly man's rough voice yelled.
They looked down to the stage and saw a man of about sixty, with white and grey hair, a large and bushy beard, in a black suit, standing at the podium.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here." President Harold B. Ford, announced. "I know you must all be very busy, and believe yourselves to not have the time for an old man like me. But I assure you, what I'm about to show you, is very much worth your time." He cleared his throat. "Now, this timer on the screen, what is it, you may be asking. Well quite simply it's a doomsday clock."
He heard them begin mumbling to each other, and sighed.
"I've heard the rumors. No, it's not asteroids, and no I'm not asking for your help. I'm demanding it." He paused and waited for the obviously angry murmurs began. "The rumor of extraterrestrials is true." He yelled, silencing the room.
"But they're not little green men, or strange and curious grey bobbleheads. They're much worse." He hit a button on the podium and the image changed.
The room filled with screams.
"We have two and a half months to prepare for these beings." he said.
"You need our help?" The Russian president yelled, "I thought the United States was the most powerful thing on Earth."
Ford sighed. "Viktor, I won't lie to you, or any of you about this. As powerful as we are, this is something that we can't defeat on our own." He stepped down from the podium and stood in the center of the room.
"Take away the ego, the security, the weapons, all of it. And we are just as human as the rest of you. Human, to many of us, that word sounds weak. Ask yourself, why it does. It's because it's just one person. But together, as humans, we've done the impossible. We sailed the oceans blue, we landed on the moon, we overcame cultural and social oppression, hell we've split the damn atom! All from working together, as equals." He bowed his head, and said, "I stand before you not as a president, a soldier, or even a leader, but as a man. A human being like the rest of you, to ask you to set aside your differences, and help us."
The room was silent before the Russian president sighed and stood. "Ah what the ad? I'm in. There's no Russia without an America to screw with."
The United Kingdom's prime minister stood, and the Queen with him. She said, "We've had each other's backs through the thick of it, and this will be no different."
As each world leader stood, saying something memorable, Ford smiled.
"We will help." A short, Korean man said.
Everyone fell silent and stared at the short, Kim Jong Un, who stood, pridefully.
"We may hate you, but this is our planet. If those things wish to destroy everything, let them try, but they will fall to the might of North Korea." Kim smiled.
Ford's smile grew and he chuckled. "Well I'll be damned. Bless you Kim."