Omega

The colosal black and grey Snake crashed into the mountain side, a small rock-fall disorientating it slightly as boulders the size of large cars dropped onto its head. However, It quickly recovered and coiled itself around the black skinned mutant lizard currantly creating a distraction for the humans in the city below, allowing them to flee to safety. Godzilla was already exhausted, the venom from the creature's bite coursing through his bloodstream, and he was quickly brought to the ground.

"Godzilla!" Dr Tautopalous leaned against the railing of the Heat-Seeker, his fingers almost indenting the metal and his eyes turned a vivid shade of Amber in responce to his 'Sons' plight.

"Do not worry Doctor... Everything is in place..." Monique lifted a walkie-talkie to her lips and muttered a few words in French. From the other side of the battle, a large lorry sped over the arid landscape, the H.E.A.T. symbol spray-painted hasitly on the side, red on black. Inside, a shrouded figure was fixing a specially made comm unit over his unusual ear, a strange leathery rustling the only sound in the gloom apart form the banging of rocks on the vehicle's suspension.

"Understood..." Tapping on a small letterbox-like opening to the driver's seat, it slid back with a screech, causing the figure to wince.

"Sorry man... Been meaning to oil that..." The other man in the front sneezed violently, before wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"Well, maybe if you didn't mess with Nigell so much..." He sneezed again, shuddering.

"Have I told you... I'm allergic to cactus?" He tried pinching his nose to prevent the inevitable explosion of phlem and mucus, failing dismally.

"Frequently..." The figure behind the grate grinned and tried to peer through the windscreen through his tiny slot. When he saw how Godzilla was doing, he started to click his long nails on the metal, thinking.

"E.T.A.?" Randy pulled the wheel into complete lock to dodge a peice of flying rock twice the size of them, swerving a few times, before getting them back on course.

"Dude, you're sounding more like French Fry every day..."

---------

Elsie prepared the equipment on the Heat-Seeker's mobile lab, ready for the sample that was due to be delivered, hopefully before her patients became too far gone to help. Walking outside, she wandered over to a grounded Rodan, her wings beating against the ground slowly, trying to cool herself off.

Placing her hand softly against her pebbled skin, she tried to pass on some of her re-assurance and instead felt Rodan's fear enter her own mind.

"Don't worry... They'll get that venom sample..." However, internally, she was worried. Even King Cobra had proved highly suseptible to this poison...

Well, maybe if he was paying more attention to the battle than on his flirting, he wouldn't be in this mess...

Elsie had to smile despite herself. Even in a high fever, Rodan was fun to be with.

"Yeah, well, You can't talk... We hear you and Ghidorah even in Manhattan..." Even weakened as she was, Rodan summoned up the strength to bat her with one of her wings gently, emitting her strange, rasping laugh.

---------

The truck skidded to a halt and spun a 180, pointing the rattling doors towards the battling giants and when the vehicle finally rocked to a halt, they burst open and a bright figure darted towards the mouth of the Snake. Within the relative safety of the truck, Randy chuckled as the figure did a loop-de-loop before snatching up the sample kit that Nigell was holding up. However, the kit's strap caught around it's hand, causing it to be pulled into the air with the winged creature. After a few seconds dangling, it plummeted to the ground, emitting it's droning scream before it was turned into a heap of scrap metal by the impact.

"Nigell!" Randy grinned and gave a thumbs up to the soaring figure, before turning the truck around and speeding off.

----------

Eventually, Godzilla managed to prise open the mouth of the snake and the figure darted into its waiting maw, already preparing the collecting kit. However, the venom was weakening the King of Lizards more and more, and finally he lost his grip. Snapping its jaws shut, the snake swallowed before the victom could make a noise and slithered towards her fallen foe, ready to deliver the final blow...

Dr. Tatopalous pulled out his sidearm, an addition to his regular attire insisited upon by Monique, stating she couldn't keep her eyes on him all the time. He carefully took aim between the approaching reptile's eyes and began to pull on the trigger...

But before he could fire, the snake paused, twitched, then rolled onto it's back, writhing and convulsing. After a few moments it stilled and cocked its head, as if listening. Then, with exagerated care, it opened its mouth and lay still as... Something... Walked out, with a canister over its shoulder. When it had finally crawled out from beneath it's fangs, the figure paused, turned back, gave the snake what was most likely a death glare, then waddled over, oozing unmentionable liquid with every step.

When it finally reached the gathered group that made up the H.E.A.T. team, it smacked the canister firmly into the hands of Mendal with a wet slap, giving a growling chuckle as the Scientist shivered as the ooze seeped through his fingers.

"Oh stop being such a baby... I've god-damned covered in the stuff..." The figure rose what was possibly a hand to its possible face and wiped off some of the faintly yellow, stinking goop. Gaging, he tried to hold his nose without letting anymore of the substance into contact with him, to no avail.

"Please tell me there's a bath, or a shower, or, or a puddle nearby..." Monique gave him one of her rare smiles and held out a scrap of rag for him.

"Non... However, there is an adequate shower in the Heat-Seeker..." The figure emitted a happy sigh.

"Perfect..."

-----------

Elsie was examining the contents of the container critically, carrying it to the other side of the small, basic toxin lab assembled quickly in the truck. Clucking her tounge, she leaned out of the doors to address the figure who recovered the sample.

"I don't think we have enough..." The goop-covered person tapped the side of his head, trying to drive out some of the goo that somehow managed to get into his ear and refused to get out. Even though he hated being dirty, he wouldn't leave until he knew the victoms would pull through.

"If not, we'll just ask Slither here for more... That okay?" He addressed his question to the Snake which had been slowly sliding up to the fallen Godzilla, peering over him as he lay on the ground.

Of course... I'm sorry for the problems I've caused...

Glancing at the snake out of the corner of her eye, she turned back to the figure trying to wipe his face clean with the palm-sized rag.

"You gave it-" The figure tried to hold up a finger and instead settled for waving his hand from side to side.

"Her, actually." Elsie continued as if the interuption never happened.

"You gave her intelligence?" Holding the cloth between his fingers, he shivered as he realised how difficult it was to get the Gut-Goop off him, and threw the sodden rag into a nearby bin. Looking back at Slither trying to drag Godzilla to a waterfall nearby, he shrugged and shuddered as more of the icy-cold goop slid down his back.

"You were going to ask me to do it anyway, weren't you?" With a non-commital grunt, she bent back over her microscope and got back to work.

Eventually, Elsie manufactured an Anti-Venom of sorts and prepared a large doze for Godzilla, watced anxiously by Slither. Now that she had her mind "boosted" by the kid with a death wish, she was worried about those who she had bitten over the past two days. If this didn't work... Well, although nobody had died yet, she knew for a fact her poison was eventually lethal. Sliding the heavy duty needle between a likely chink in his scales, Elsie pumped a large dose into the mutant lizard's bloodstream and waited.

"His fever's broke... I think he's gonna be okay." The slime covered kid sagged and sighed. Elsie grinned and jumped down beside him, handing him an anti-bacterial cloth.

"You were really worried weren't you?" As the figure wiped at his face, a flash of silver appeared from beneath the muck before being submerged once more.

"Well... Yeah. I mean... Technically, he's my dad..." A deep growl emerged somewhere from beneath the goo and the wipe was tossed over his shoulder, hitting the bin expertly.

"Something tells me I'm gonna need more than a shower for this stuff..." He tried to joke even as more of the stuff slithered down his face. Elsie laughed for the both of them as Mendal with his newly repaired Nigell robot attached a delivery system for the Anti-Venom on to him, all the while grumbling about how much the constant repairs were costing the team.

-----------------

Heavy clouds of steam circled the celing, infused with the heady scents of tropical fruits and flowers. Randy grinned as he made his way to the small shower recently installed in the Heat-Seeker, a water baloon in his hand. As he opened the door slowly, he could see the faint shadow of the figure inside, scrubbing industrially at the gunge and in one fluid movement, he tugged open the shower curtain, only to be met with a shower head at full strength.

"Randy! For god's sake, I could have killed you!" As Randy lost his footing and fell on the wet floor, the baloon filled with icy water flew high into the air and burst over the african-american's dreadlocks, dripping onto his lap. Shivering, he tried to shake most of the water off and held up a hand.

"Eh, life without a little risk isn't worth living hefe..." The figure inside the shower steped out, bent down onto all fours and shook himself violently, soaking the already sodden Randy with warm soapy water. Standing back up the figure sniffed at his arm experimentally and smiled.

"Well finally... I thought that stuff'd never come out..." Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his midsection and, after helping Randy to his feet, walzted into the main section of the Heat-Seeker. Nick looked up from his analysis results of Slither's BioChemistry and coked an eyebrow.

"Hey Omega... Aren't you forgetting something?" Rolling his eyes, he turned to face Dr. Tautapolous, the founder of H.E.A.T. and technically, Omega's grandfather.

"I am not going to put that thing back on... I put it in the incinerator..."

The first thing that people thought when they saw him for the first time was "Werewolf", and truth be told, he did resemble the Myth somewhat. He stood at about six feet, six and two inches if you include his ears, which were pointing at a slightly forty-five degree angle on the top of his head. Fron ear tip to tail he was coated in shimmering silver fur, except for his chest and neck which were white. His silver hair reached down to his lower back, tied up usually with black ties, or a ribbon, or, in extreme cases, a rubber band. His eyes were a dull golden colour but were usually filled with good humour, unless someone slurred either his species, or his "family". He had a muzzle that put some people in the mind of Wile E. Coyote, or maybe Wilferd Werewolf. It was only about two inches long, but were filled with sharp fangs that he kept hidden, mostly, when talking. His tail was about the thickness of his leg, reaching up to his ears and swayed from side to side as he stood dripping water over the Heat-Seeker's deck. On each hand he had a set of wicked claws, capable of tearing inch thick steel plating. Thankfully, they were retractable, avoiding a whole range of accidents that would cost the French Government even more.

His most noticable feature however, were the pair of scaley wings growing out of his shoulder-blades and trembled slightly as water ran down their length, thin crimson blood vessels showing up against the brownish-black membrane. They were amazingly prehensile, able to wrap around his entire body rather much like a cloak or could press against his back. However, keeping them in that state for too long was painfull, and only did it when inside buildings.

If you based age on how many years it was since you were "born", he was ten. If you thought actual sentient thought, being able to think in terms like "you, me, him, her, they, we", he was only two. If you based it on how mature he was, both physically and mentally, he was about sixteen. This particular quip gave the UN a headache before the French decided to class him as sixteen and the other's followed suit, if only to avoid the subject. Only the UN, the Governments of the world and the H.E.A.T. team knew he existed, and they tried to keep it that way as much as possible. The French kept a close eye on him, only because he was adopted by Monique in a verbal contract only so far and with her long friendship with Phillipe, the head of the French intelligence agency, she was able to basic certain human rights approved for him. Just like other teenagers, he was given rather generous pocket money regularly, only he didn't have the oppertunity to spend it much. Instead he salted it away, in case of some sort of financial emergancy in the team.

Unlike most of the "Monsters" roaming the Earth, Omega was created deliberatly. He was designed by a mad scientist, trying to create the world's first true "Super-Soldier"... And for all intents and purposes, he succeded.

Thankfully, H.E.A.T. was able to find and extract Omega before he was properly activated. Without his creater's love of destruction filling his mind, he based his developing brain on that of the team, including Godzilla, who cared for him like a son that he couldn't have.

Nobody really knew how he had drew the intelligence from H.E.A.T. There were rumours that he had a little Leviathin DNA, but it was probably Elsie who triggered it, probing his mind with her own newly gained powers. However it happened, he'd been blessed, if that was the word, with the ability to give a similar "boost" to other creatures, such as Slither, but strangely enough, no other types of mental powers. Even Elsie had been able to read a person's mind at a close enough distance.

He wanded into his own room, dropping the towel at his feet as he rummaged in his small desk of drawers for a pair of boxers. They were the only type of clothing he could wear, provided he made a tail-hole first, as everything else couldn't fit his extra appendages. Pulling on a pair of black ones, he snatched up the towel and, rolling it into a ball, tossed it into the washing basket with ease.

The rest of the team were changing for a celebratory party held in their honour in the city. Even Godzilla had been invited and rested against the prow of the boat, watching Mendal giving Nigell a fresh lick of paint. Apparantly the head of a big robotics industry was very interested in the dimunitive yellow bot. Randy was hoping to meet some of the local "wildlife", where-as Nick was interested in what could have created Slither in the first place. The rest were only going out of politeness.

Sighing, he walked into the kitchen, his wings rustling restlessly as he searched for something to eat in the multitudes of cupboards. Mostly it was lab equipment, replacement parts for Nigell, or spane ammo for Monique. One thing they did not contain, was food.

""Multi-Million dollar institution, and they can't be bothered to re-stock the kitchen..."

"Hey, don't worry Omega..." Mendal was adjusting his tie as he walked into the main living area of the newly re-vamped Heat-Seeker, his paint stained lab coat hanging over his arm.

"We'll bring you back a dogg-" Covering his hand with his mouth, his eyes widened in shock at what he had just uttered. Shaking his head, he started to babble, saying that he didn't mean anything by it. Rolling his eyes and smiling, Omega closed the cupboard and cricked his stiff neck.

"Its alright Mendal, really. I know you too well to think that you'd do that deliberatly..." Grinning sheepishly, Mendal placed the coat into the washer.

"You know what I mean. How does Chinese sound?" Nodding, Omega pulled out a can of pepsi from the small fridge that Randy kept stocked relidgiously and peirced it twice with his thumb claw, taking a deep drought. Waving him out, he pulled his wings against him, slid into the sofa in the entertainment area and wriggled for a few moments, trying to get comfortable in a peice of furniture not dsigned with wings and tails in mind. After everyone else had left, he picked up the remote and started to flick between the satellite channels.

"Seen it... Seen it... Seen it twice... Boring... Documentary on Wolves..." He paused a to watch a few minutes before coming to what Monique classed as "pornography for animals" and, screwing his face, flicked the channel.

-----------

It was well after midnight when the team came back, Randy being supported by both Nick and Mendal, Elsie giggling to herself every once in a while. Even the stoic Monique was smiling. Godzilla was softly walking behind them, shaking his head as he remembered some of the activities Randy had gotten himself into.

"I... I can't believe... That you... You..." Elsie's words were masked by her own laughter, tears slipping down her face as she pictured Randy doing a strip-tease in front of one of the local women. His face when she said she'd seen better on doormice was priceless. Randy was just sober enough and no more to realise what they were all killing themselves about.

"Oh sure... Lets all pick on the guy whose... Unlucky in love okay?" Rolling his eyes, Godzilla slipped into the cool waters harbouring the Heat-Seeker and gave a mental good-night call before finding himself a school of fish to snack on.

Eventually they made their way up the gang plank, before Monique called them to a halt.

"Wait... Do you hear that?" Everybody listend carefully, although some of them had to struggle to remain upright.

Then they heard it. A faint voice carried on the sea wind, a gentle melody floating alongside it. Straining her hearing, Monique could just make out the words.

Its my time to fly.

Proving ground tonight.

Try to be the best that I can...

Smiling sadly, Monique helped a stumbling Elsie upright and through the door.

"Sounds like Omega is composing a new song..." Lowering everyone onto various sofas, chairs and beds, she went off in search of her "son". He was in his room, a place filled with books, instruments, DVDs, videos, CDs and in the corner, a remote access Internet-ready computer. On a bean-bag, his tail wrapped around his waist, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Omega sat with a guitar on his lap, plucking the strings slowly, trying to find the right notes. Only when she cast a shadow over him did he look up.

"Hey Monique... So, how was the party?" He plucked a few more strings, listened, then pulled out a sheet of paper and penciled in a note.

"Merde..." Omega raised a sympathetic eyebrow.

"That bad?" Nodding, she slipped into French, confident that only she and Omega could understand each other, although after five years working together, some, like Randy, were picking up on the odd word here and there.

"At least ten differenct guys tried to flirt with me... Not to mention Randy's, ah... Display..." hissing air through his teeth, Omega made a sympathetic noise.

"Yeah, dad told me about that... Did... Did she really say..?" Grinning, She nodded, joining her son as he chuckled.

"Maybe you shouldn't let him drink so much..."

-----------

Omega sat on the ledge of the prow, everybody else in the tea asleep, his toes dipping into the sea, ripples curving out and fading from view under the moon. Closing his eyes, he leaned back and basked in the silvery light, a smile tugging at his muzzle.

As a shadow passed beneath the ship, he slammed his eyes open and in one fluid movement spread his wings and hovered above the water, flapping hard. After a while, Godzilla's head rose, mouth laden with fish. Growling, Omega touched back down, settling his wings back into place.

"Dad! You know I hate flying over water..." Chuckling, He let a few of the fish fall onto the boat, swallowing the rest.

Eat. I know for a fact Mendal didn't get that chinese he promised...

Scooping up one of the still wriggling fish, Omega sniffed it before beheading it with a quick swipe. Holding the body over the edge, he waited until the blood had mostly drained out before flipping it and catching it in his muzzle. After chowing down the rest, he slid off the boat and into the water.

I thought Nick said no swimming on a full stomach...

There was a hint of humour in his voice as he watched his son try to catch his own fish, failing dismally. When one of them slid from his grasp, slapping him on the muzzle before disappearing into the deep, Godzilla let out a mental laugh that made his son look up at him with a death glare.

"Urgh... This is a lot harder with fur and wings you know..." Eventually, he managed to grab himself a few more, satifying the gnawing hunger that had been growing for the past six hours.

Why didn't you just sneak into the city? Scoffing, Omega flipped underwater, letting the fish he was chasing escape and emerged in a burst of surf.

"Yeah right... Somebody could have seen me..." Curling round him, Godzilla rose himself until his son was on his back, gently floating in the water.

You're that afraid of being found? Sighing, Omega slid of his father's back and swam over to the Heat-Seeker and climbed aboard.

"At least you have Monster island to go to..." As he wandered back into his room, Godzilla sighed and sank to the depths, his mind in turmoil for his son.

The small snatch of music you caught Omega singing was "Time to Fly" by the Urge. I highly recomend listening to it.

Well, Basically, this was an introductory chapter. Now, I know it seems like mary-sue (Don't know the guy version), but Omega does have weaknesses.

1) As mentioned, his wings and tail get in the road a lot of the time.

2) He really can't swim all that well.

3) He requires thermals and the like to fly properly, so he tries to avoid doing so over water. This completly exhausts him.

4) No super strength or anything, but being designed to be a super-soldier, he's already pretty strong.

5) Lightning metabolism. This means he needs to eat oftan, but usually waits until evening.

6) H.E.A.T. wasn''t able to get rid of all his beast-like qualities...

Well, Please, read and review. And Gojira4life, I'd appreciate if you could tell me a good "Monster Island" creature... I think I already know one or two... But I can't make a good story with only two "Original" creatures now can I?