1.1 GOJIRA:
1.2 Chronos Labyrinth
by Vincent Collins
1.3
1.4
1.5 Prologue
ONE
Fire. Heat. Pain.
Intense, all intense. The creature was no stranger to fire, for he has wrought so much of it. No stranger to heat, for it was his mother and father, the egg from which he hatched so many, many years before. No stranger to pain, for it was his ally during his battles with the three- headed one, the metal one, and the winged ones.
The intensity, however, is greater than he has ever experienced. He does not want this fire, for he has not wrought it. This heat is neither a protecting nor a nurturing thing at all, but an unkind enemy. And the pain, this pain he cannot use, this pain that makes him yield.
He was called to this place, where the earth itself opens to greet him, but he knows not why. His time had not come; there is no other to carry on the way, yet he was summoned to this place of fire, heat, and pain.
The small ones! Suddenly, he can smell them, taste them in the air. The small ones, and their metal friends. He can sense their presence. Through the scorching fire, the insurmountable heat, the blinding pain, it is clear to him.
It was the small ones who summoned him. He knows not how, nor is it important. What he must do now is survive, to find a way to live, as he always has.
So he reaches out, not with hand or foot or tail, but with mind, with his thoughts, searching for an anchor that will give him the strength to survive.
The ground below him gives, and the earth's fire reaches its burning hands to embrace him. He falls, he screams.
And he is joined in his scream. He has reached another, even as the earth grasps hold of his body. The two minds meet in the vastness of nothing, through the fire untouching, the heat unscathing, the pain unfelt. The two souls join, and from the union, the creature finds comfort and strength. His body succumbs to the angry fire of the earth, beckoned forward by the small ones, but his soul finds solace with another.
As he sleeps, he sees life, from another's eyes. And, again, he is born.
TWO
He is pushed from the warmth, into the cold light. All that he knew, the soothing 'rhythm', the caressing sounds around him, is being torn from him. Blind, frightened, he reaches out with all that he is, and he screams.
He finds no soothing 'rhythm'. He hears no caressing sounds, only harsh, stabbing ones, but somehow he is joined. Another reaches and screams. Another who's scream is one of pain and desperation. In their mutual scream, they meet and, not knowing the other, unite.
And now he can see! He knows not what he sees, but it is hot, almost painfully so, yet still comforting. The vision barely lasts moments, before he is thrust back to the light, the cold. He can feel his companion reside within him.
The warmth returns suddenly, and now he can feel the 'rhythm' again. It feels different somehow, but it is there, and he takes comfort in it. As he does, the sounds around him subside, and he sleeps.
"Gojira" is copyright Toho Pictures. All other characters are copyright the author, Vincent Collins, and cannot be used without expressed written consent from the author. "Gojira: Chronos Labyrinth" and the story under said title is copyright the author appears and appears on FanFiction.com courtesy of the author. This story, in whole or in part, should not be used, in whole or in part, without expressed written consent of the author.
1.2 Chronos Labyrinth
by Vincent Collins
1.3
1.4
1.5 Prologue
ONE
Fire. Heat. Pain.
Intense, all intense. The creature was no stranger to fire, for he has wrought so much of it. No stranger to heat, for it was his mother and father, the egg from which he hatched so many, many years before. No stranger to pain, for it was his ally during his battles with the three- headed one, the metal one, and the winged ones.
The intensity, however, is greater than he has ever experienced. He does not want this fire, for he has not wrought it. This heat is neither a protecting nor a nurturing thing at all, but an unkind enemy. And the pain, this pain he cannot use, this pain that makes him yield.
He was called to this place, where the earth itself opens to greet him, but he knows not why. His time had not come; there is no other to carry on the way, yet he was summoned to this place of fire, heat, and pain.
The small ones! Suddenly, he can smell them, taste them in the air. The small ones, and their metal friends. He can sense their presence. Through the scorching fire, the insurmountable heat, the blinding pain, it is clear to him.
It was the small ones who summoned him. He knows not how, nor is it important. What he must do now is survive, to find a way to live, as he always has.
So he reaches out, not with hand or foot or tail, but with mind, with his thoughts, searching for an anchor that will give him the strength to survive.
The ground below him gives, and the earth's fire reaches its burning hands to embrace him. He falls, he screams.
And he is joined in his scream. He has reached another, even as the earth grasps hold of his body. The two minds meet in the vastness of nothing, through the fire untouching, the heat unscathing, the pain unfelt. The two souls join, and from the union, the creature finds comfort and strength. His body succumbs to the angry fire of the earth, beckoned forward by the small ones, but his soul finds solace with another.
As he sleeps, he sees life, from another's eyes. And, again, he is born.
TWO
He is pushed from the warmth, into the cold light. All that he knew, the soothing 'rhythm', the caressing sounds around him, is being torn from him. Blind, frightened, he reaches out with all that he is, and he screams.
He finds no soothing 'rhythm'. He hears no caressing sounds, only harsh, stabbing ones, but somehow he is joined. Another reaches and screams. Another who's scream is one of pain and desperation. In their mutual scream, they meet and, not knowing the other, unite.
And now he can see! He knows not what he sees, but it is hot, almost painfully so, yet still comforting. The vision barely lasts moments, before he is thrust back to the light, the cold. He can feel his companion reside within him.
The warmth returns suddenly, and now he can feel the 'rhythm' again. It feels different somehow, but it is there, and he takes comfort in it. As he does, the sounds around him subside, and he sleeps.
"Gojira" is copyright Toho Pictures. All other characters are copyright the author, Vincent Collins, and cannot be used without expressed written consent from the author. "Gojira: Chronos Labyrinth" and the story under said title is copyright the author appears and appears on FanFiction.com courtesy of the author. This story, in whole or in part, should not be used, in whole or in part, without expressed written consent of the author.
