The darkness,
a wall of solid black, surrounding, cornering its victim within itself, the
only thing that could break the cloud of shadows was the power of light, a body
of energy that has strength beyond that of human knowing. The light slowly broke through, pushing the
darkness to the corners of the endless universe, peeling it away from the
center. The darkness was slain and the light had taken over its place. In the
middle of it all, circles appeared within the blooming light, crisp olive green
circles that spoke with an evenness.
" Shiro, Shiro Yiukina, wake up." The warm voice was refreshing to him, one
that he knew too well. The static picture from his eyes became clear, showing
him his lovely wife that stood over him.
" I said, wake up. It's a beautiful day out
today and I don't want you spending it in bed." The warming voice said
again. Shiro lifted himself up, groaning as he pulled away from the bed. His body greeted the cold wind of the drafty
apartment as he walked away from the warm bed and into the bitter world. He
stepped over to the large balcony door, sliding it off to the side, so he can
reach where he wanted to go. The wind
danced along the side of the building, playing in its harmless ways, acting
like a careless child, as it did what it pleased. It floated on, swirling
around Shiro, covering him in a blanket of itself, of its warmth. His narrowing eyes look over the bright
city. People ran all over, scattering to get to their mindless jobs, the only
life that a human being had. Busy, the city was with life, moving, never
stopping. Traffic, cars swarming the already crowded streets. Walkways clouded
with the shades of millions of business suits and dresses. This was Tokyo.
Shiro walked
away from the beautiful sight, the crisp city still in his mind. His mentality
settles down, becoming less active and more focused on the job at hand. He was
late; he had to join the floods of people going to work, to become a "we"
instead of a "he". He quickly got dressed, throwing on the soft cotton slacks
and suit top. His wife stood by the door awaiting his kiss for the day, a
longing of their love for each other.
He blended into the cloud of people, walking along and
among them. Shiro watched them all, watching them like the insects that they so
coldly acted like, only thinking about one think, work. They pushed their ways
through the hive, making their way to their workstations, ready to obey their
Queen's every demand. It was mindless in a sense, a human's life was to either
be a slave under its own will or be the one that dominates the slaves. Now it
was Shiro's turn to be told what to do as he entered the large lobby of his
office building.
The slaves walked
around him, surrounding him with their warmth and smiles. He welcomed their
tenderness and cheerfulness, making him feel better about the hard work he had
before him. He sat down, feeling the supple fabric of his desk chair. Shiro
moved the chair around, spinning himself around to face his desk that stood in
front of him. He sat staring endlessly, thinking of something he could work on.
He had already finished his work of the sketches for the delta skyline, but as
an architect he was not pleased with it. His eyes glazed over it, his creation,
his own sweat and blood and he hated the way it looked. It was like every other
building out there, flat, gray, and boxy. In the limelight it was nothing to be
proud of. He knew that his boss would look down on this poor attempt to make a
new image of human life. Shiro rocked back in his chair, sitting himself into a
comfortable thinking position. His mind wondered, going over mental pictures of
different designs of buildings, none of them catching his interest. His arm
reached up, his finger touching the blocky knob of the radio. The speakers
popped, an alarmed, disheveled voice boomed out.
" Breaking
news, in the waters of the vast Pacific Ocean, a Russia sub has been sunk.
Causes of this accident are unknown. Many fallacious rumors have been filtering
around. One being as real as the submarine had engine problems to the beliefs
of Godzilla's return. which I highly go against. I am sorry to say to some, but
if this problem is not resolved we can be faced with a cold war with Russia. We
will just have to see who will push the red button first. This is indeed an
uncontrollable accident, which will have a devastating effect on Japan."
The newscast ended, the once, still, cry voice of the
reporter gone in the sea of commercial advertising. Shiro's mind pondered on
the subject. Japan on the brink of war, tension will be high. Shiro's mind spat
at him, losing himself within his own words. A light voice rounded the side of
the cubical wall, getting trapped inside Shiro's ear.
" So, how are the new designs looking? The voice said, a voice of power, of command,
of his boss.
" Not to good, but I promise I will have the designs
done by the end of the week." Shiro
responded, trying to tell his "queen" about his laziness and unorganized
thoughts in the easies way he could.
" Just see that you have them on my desk by Monday. Ok,
then Shiro?" The voice of power
said.
" That's great, sir." Shiro said his voice hung
tight on his boss's shoulders as he walked away. Shiro sat back again, watching
the dull, lifeless buildings that he made. He had to make them better, somehow,
someway. It was like solving a jigsaw puzzle with out the picture on the box to
help you. It was a task that he couldn't do right now, not with his mind in the
state it was. No one could work with a cluttered mind; it was just impossible
as millions of images that don't go with the subject you are trying to focus
flutter through your head. He had to take a break; his stomach decided that for
him. Lunchtime had come.
His appetite was settled
along with his mind. He walked diligently through the large plaza making his
way back to work. It was busy, crowded with the workers taking their own lunch
breaks. Speakers blared with noise, filling the small square with new life. The
giant screen, fitting to the side of one of the buildings, opened with the
crinkled face of a newscaster.
" We have shocking news, Godzilla has been sighted.
Japan is now on first alert, the prime mister is taking the actions and
precautions that are needed in this event. Remain calm this situation will be
work out with the extreme cautious it deserves." The screen went back to
its crisp solid black, the newscaster's experienced face disappearing with it.
Panicked screams and terrified weeps echoed off the still walls of the
surrounding buildings. Fear sweep
heavily over him, churning in his head. Shiro's mind became cluttered once
again.
The door opened,
letting the burning light out from the room. Shiro walked in, his wife and
daughter sat on the couch, their eyes transfixed by what the TV was telling
them. His daughter, not a care in the world in
her child-sized eyes, just sat in her mother's lap as history was made around
her. Shiro's life, his own creation, a
lot of people can say that, but this one was his and his alone. He was her
protector, the solider that guarded her from the nightmares of the world, of
the horror that scattered the peace with a devastating blow.
" What should we do Shiro? They just announced that
Godzilla is heading towards us." His beautiful wife said her fear slipping off her soft, moist lips
as she talked.
" I want you
two to leave, get out of the city. Head for your sister's house. I am going to stay here." Shiro spoke
calm and clear.
" No, Shiro, we need you with us." His ample wife pleaded.
" Someone needs to stay here. Don't worry I will be
ok." Shiro throw back lightly.
" We love you." Her eyes twinkle with the warm
water that built in the corner of them. Shiro watched, yarning to hold her his
arms to settle her nerves. He reached out, arms wide and board. She fall into
them, being wrapped in the warmth of her husband, the man she care about more
than the world that heavily sat on her shoulders.
Shiro sat in bed,
feeling the lightness of the house without his wife and daughter there. He
stood up, his body once again greeting the dark, cold wind of the drafty
apartment. Shiro's tired legs carried him away from his comfortable bed and
onto the balcony. The shadow of dark
was low, covering it in a shade of itself.
The wind was back, playing across the side of the building, whispering
its settle words as it run from sight. Shiro's eyes looked wide over the sleep
filled city. No people, the life of
city sleeping away from prying eyes. Traffic, none, nothing cluttered the long
streets of the blooming city. The
walkways showing nothing, but their dull gray paths. It was a bliss full night
in Tokyo. Shiro took in the fresh air, clearing out his lungs. His face broke
with an even smile, in his mind; he knew that Godzilla wasn't going to land.
The bliss was torn away from the night as a large explosion, orange and red in
a ball of itself, drifted across the night backdrop. It was soon followed by
the horrid screams of people that were in the area; another sound followed that
of the feared screams of the people. It was odd, loud, cornering those in the
face of it. Shiro feared that the explosion wasn't caused by itself, but by
something else. Godzilla had arrived.
The area exploded
with flames of a menacing hell, soon followed by the cries of the dying. Shiro
looked vividly off to the left, seeing the crumbling buildings and the gloomy
figure that lurked behind them. Its silver spines glowing a shade of blue as
it's mouth unleashed hell itself. From
the ground erupted the off spring of the fiery breath that the beast unleashed.
The ball of fire tore the sky apart. Shiro watched on, amazed by the
destruction. His eyes widened at the sight that he saw, around the outer edges
of the wall of flames, Shiro could see the bodies that were lifted into the air
from the intense blast. He turned away in disgust; the sickening ball of
tension grew in his stomach, knocking him hard to the ground. His throat
tightens, cutting off his life as he saw the horrible sight. Shiro looked up, seeing the dark cloud that
lingered over him. His mind raced, he had to leave the apartment building
before he suffered the same fate as the rest. Shiro dashed to the door, opening
it in mere seconds. The structure shuddered from the advancing footsteps that
bestowed it. The floor under Shiro wobbled, taking a new form as it fall in
chunks to the ground. He left the building as it crumbled to the ground below,
the streets where with life, fear high among them. Their screams filled with
pure fright and sorrow as they run for their lives from the darkness that
chased them.
The city called
Tokyo looked like a graveyard, bodies of the recent dead scattered over the
once beautiful landscape. The streets ran red with the blood of the innocent;
Godzilla was the bringer of death, a god that casted demise of those it thought
deserved. A holy battle had erupted and
Tokyo was losing. Shiro watched on as the blood of the people were spilled. The
monster walked down the street not a care for the lives that it so haphazardly
took. People ran from their fears Shiro was among them. They ran, trying to
escape the shadow of death that fall over them. Buildings collapsed around them, turning the clear night sky into
a cloud of sandy dust. Shiro turned around, his legs still pumping with fear.
His eyes caught the dark form of Godzilla as it shifted away from him, leaving
the running crowd. Shiro still ran, trying to found his way from the terror of
the beast. Everything was in chaos, speakers blared out there warnings and constants.
The screams of terror still mourned on the city as well as the bellows of
Godzilla. This was no longer Tokyo.
The battle ship,
Super-x, rounded the corner of the business district. It was Japan's only hope, a weapon made for the soul purpose of defeating
Godzilla. It had to win, if not millions of lives would be lose in the tornado
of darkness. The giant, bulky, body of Godzilla came in view, showing the
evilness of the beast. The crew got ready, launching off a flare high into the
air. Godzilla's slender eyes follow it, not knowing what it is, intrigued by
it. His board mouth opened, expelling the lost souls tripped within him. The
missile discharged from its slender hole, exploding vividly in Godzilla mouth,
spilling the cadmium liquid over his maw. The monster confused and disoriented
by the attack unleashed its anger in the form of its tremendous heat beam. The
silver battle tank is washed in a lost sea of blue. Its once gray armor burnt
to an even black. Another flare shot from the super-x, making its way high into
the air. Godzilla once again opened his mouth, letting out his warning to the
strange light that traveled up. Another
cadmium missile enter Godzilla's mouth, spilling and forming in his jaws. The
third flare launched, Godzilla roaring out against it. The cadmium ran down
Godzilla's throat, calming the wild radioactive energy stored in his body. The crew of the Super-x watched on as the
cadmium took effect on Godzilla's body. The beast was tranquil, not attacking,
and non-aggressive. It's body acting against the cadmium, trying to battle with
it, but losing the fight. His brain shut down, cutting off all of his nerves in
his body. Godzilla's body wilts,
swaying off to the side. His body collides with a near by building, crashing
many floors under his impressive weight. The darkness had been subdued.
The crowd of
light gathered around the slain darkness, staring, watching it. Shiro looked
over the dirty, smudged faces of the survivors, their eyes still in shock and
disbelief. The giant had been killed, but the memories and destruction remained
as a reminded of Godzilla's power. It was odd that the people of Tokyo watched
the beast as it laid dead in the rubble of their dreams. Shiro watched on,
knowing that these people would be the ones to help out in the future, they
would have the knowledge if something like this happened again. But now the
city of Tokyo was quiet with the prays for love ones going out in the silence
of it all.
The sky
exploded, the dark night turning crimson red. The cluttered survivors looked
up, watching the disturbance that took place in the sky. Clouds formed,
rolling, screaming their power out of the land. Lightning crashed, thunder called out. Lightning hit Godzilla,
scattering over his limp body. The
crowd backed up in fright, their horrors escaping their mouths. Godzilla moved, its eyes fluttering open.
The cluster of people screamed, their stomachs dropping in unreeling terror.
People trampled over others, the light was destroying itself, becoming scared
of the darkness that shadowed them in its own box, cornering them for the kill.
Shiro ran, among
the once slaves of the city, now escapees. Godzilla roars filled the air, making
its way through the rugged holes of the building. The group of survivors ran,
Shiro ran as well, not thinking, his mind clear of any thoughts. His head
turned around, staring watching as the battle ship known as the Super-x lifted
off, trying its best to draw the beast from the crowd of scared people.
Godzilla turned away from the people, turning its attention towards the wounded
Super-x. Shiro observed as the darkness followed the knight in to the valley of
death, readying to do battle again with it.
" Shiro, Shiro!" The scream soared, lofting through the screams of fear. Shiro
looked around wildly, searching for the source, searching for the voice he knew
too well.
"Daddy!" It
was a like a sledgehammer to him, slamming his feet to the ground and keeping
him there. Through the mess, he saw the two tear-filled faces of his wife and
daughter.
Their faces were dirty, their clothes stained with mud and
filth. Their arms wrapped around him, not caring of the shadow of darkness any
more. Shiro turned back to Godzilla,
seeing and hearing the brilliant explosions that went on between the fighting
knight and the shadow. The two battled, a holy battle between two powers, one
good, one evil. The stronger would win, the weaker would fall. A battle to show
who would rule, to show who would be the master and who would be the slave. The
two powers fight, each returning blows to one other. They seemed equal, but in the light, good was failing. Explosions ripped through the city with
tremendous power. The darkness taking over its land, pushing the good back,
making it cower at its power. The evil prevailed.
Shiro watched on,
mesmerized by the historical battle that went on. His daughter hugged his arm;
tighten her grip as she looked on. Shiro's narrowed his eyes; the battle was
too amazing to him, so unreal. He couldn't believe it; the only hope was slowly
losing against the gaining evil. Shiro looked down at his daughter, the light
of his life, even through the death that was happening, he broke into a warm
smile. Soon anger flowed over, stealing the smile away. Shiro knew that his
young daughter shouldn't be watching this, a horrible sight that would scar her
for life. They had to move, he didn't want anything to happen to her or it
would mean the death of him.
" Lets go, there is nothing we can do." Shiro spoke with a calm, fluidness. An
explosion torn through the night sky, slapping Shiro around, making him face
it. The heat of the energy beam washed over him, even though it was far away.
Debris flew from the gapping hole in the large office building; chunks of
concrete and metal soared in the air, making their descent towards the happy
family. It was all in slow motion, the slab of concrete heading its way towards
his daughter, his life, his proud. Like any loving parent, he dashed towards
her, knocking her away from danger, saving her with his life. The slab hit,
crashing him, stealing him away, taking what wasn't its. It all happened in a
flash, no one could have predicted it. His daughter and wife dropped to the
ground, tears coming over them, their hero died for them. But in sprit he would
watch them, protect them from the darkness, becoming the light of their lives.
