Rodan vs. Megaguirus

Part 1: The Release

It was dark, the miners had all left the mine, save for one. His headlamp pieced the thick blanket of darkness as it clicked on. He was working frantically trying to finish surveying the area that he had overlooked during the day. He knew that if he missed it, he would lose his job in the morning. He worked quickly, hammering and picking away at the rock face. He muttered and cursed himself for missing this small section.

"I'm always the one who gets stuck down here," he said to himself; his voice sounded louder than he expected and he jumped at the noise. His tools dropped from his hands, they clattered to the ground with a metallic clank. The man cursed himself and reached for the tools. His hand passed over a newly formed hole. He sniffed the air as a musty scent filled the cavern; the scent was accompanied by a surge of humidity. The man shuddered and jumped back, he pulled on a small gasmask given to all the miners and he cursed himself again. He stopped and looked around, using his headlamp. Nothing happened. He sighed as he leaned over to inspect the hole and was shocked at what he saw.

Even through the tiny opening the man could clearly see that the hole continued further than the light reached. He even stuck his hand into the opening and discovered that the crevice expanded at least to the size of his hand. He pulled his arm back and found that the rock wall was crumbling to the touch. He stepped away and inched near a support beam that the miners had erected. The man trained his light on the compromised wall and watched as a crack spread from the hole to the support beam. The man cursed again under his breath as he expected a cave-in to ensue; his worries, however, were never realized. He moved over and touched the ancient rock with a gentle hand, to his shock the area around his hand fell backwards crumpling into dust. He looked over the rubble. He glanced over his surroundings; he was worried he would be trapped in a landslide, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He took a few cautious steps into the newly opened cavern; he popped another flashlight off of his belt. The extra light stabbed into the thick blanket of blackness illuminating the large area.

The man was in a large mostly empty space, around him were three or four large circles of boulders. In the center of the cavern there was one boulder, much larger than the rest . The man gasped in amazement. How could any of this be here? The miner thought to himself taking a step towards the largest boulder. He touched it and shined his light around him, he felt as if he wasn't alone. He didn't see anything or anyone, he sighed with relief. That was his mistake.

With the sigh, the large boulder cracked and split in a long streak. The man pulled his free hand away and pointed both lights along the crack he had caused. He cursed himself again taking another step back. His back hit something solid he turned and realized that it was one of the smaller stones. He spun on his heels and watched as the rest of the circle cracked as well. He gasped and turned towards where he believed the exit was. After a few more seconds he found the way out as the sounds of cracking finally ceased. He sighed again, a little less forceful, and took a step towards the surface. He stopped as a new sound met his ears; cracking sound was replaced with strange clicks and then a few buzzes. He turned slowly, bringing up his light. His eyes stopped, not three feet from him was the snapping and clicking mandible of some terrifying insectoid creature. Its eyes flicked onto one of the lights; its jaws reached out and snatched the light of his hardhat, then when the light turned it revealed four or five other creatures that had been looming in the darkness. The man yelled this time and the cave rumbled. He turned and darted back along the tunnels; dropping his other flashlight. Come on Goro, think, think, you'll have to do this by memory now the man thought to himself as he sprinted down the narrow tunnels, occasionally running into a support beam or a rocky wall. He could hear the clicking. He could make out a new faint sound behind him, it sounded like the buzzing of insect wings when they venture to fly too close to your ear. He swallowed hard and continued to run. He was desperate to reach the surface and free himself.

Goro rounded a corner and finally the dim lights on the elevator pieced the blackness and revealed an escape route. His heart fluttered with a new hope and his legs gained strength enough to propel him towards the lift. His ragged breath masked the approaching noises. Goro grabbed hold of the lift's door, and then something grabbed hold of him. The grip was strong and the pain it caused was almost unbearable. Then suddenly the painful grip across his midsection ceased, and he waited in silence. He felt as if he was floating, and his legs felt numb. He looked down and reached for his legs. They were gone, he gasped in confusion. He then moved his hand up to just under his ribs, he felt something hard and something sharp. Goro yelped and screamed in terror. With the sound of his scream, the object he had felt suddenly pulled away. With a violent and sick crack Goro hit the ground. His eyes blurred and he stared at the lights of the lift. The face he saw in the cavern came into focus slowly; it stared into his soul with its many faceted eyes, its jaws dripping with a dark liquid. A sick cackling was the last thing that Goro heard before blackness once again overtook him, this time for eternity.