PROLOGUE

(YEAR-2027, POI- JAPAN COAST, PROTOCOL-G, TIME- 19:00)

"ALL G-FORCE FORCES THIS IS NOT A DRILL! PROTOCOL-G HAS BEEN INITIATED. REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPORT TO THE DOCKS IMMEDIATELY!"

A G-force operative looked up from his game of solitaire.

"Protocol-G? Hmmm... I am new. What does that mean again?" He said looking at his friend across the table on the mess hall. "Hey did you shit your pants? Looks like you have seen a ghost! Ha!"

He responded in complete fear and his very core was shaking.

"It's... It's..."

"Come on spit it out already!"

"It's... Its..."

"GODZILLA HAS BEEN SIGHTED OFF THE SHORE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"

"WHAT THE FUCK! ITS HIMMMMMM!?"

(SHORE LINE, TIME- 19:54)

"Why me? I was just minding my business with a nice game of cards." The operative thought to himself as he leaped into his phaser tank. "This is a load of crap."

"Shut up already. Just drive the tank and actually do your job for once!" The gunner called down.

"Yeah. Yeah. Fuck off." He mumbled as they drove to the defensive line sparkled across the beach. It had to be a good 1000-man strong force.

"No way that ugly ass lizards going to get away. Not this time. This time he will pay!"

(BENEATH WAVES, TIME- 20:06)

The beast moved towards the land. Lights and sound could be seen and heard beneath the waves. They only angered the beast more. It could feel the heat rising in its heart as the rage flooded its way through its veins. A tsunami of hate about to smash all of the innocent insects that happened to be caught in the uproar. Its blood began to boil with the same fire that burnt in hell. None shall survive. All shall perish.

(BEACH HOUSE, TIME- 20:07)

The twins stared at each other. There pink dresses slightly flapping in the wind. They looked over the balcony and into the waves. The one on the right turned to face and the other and said.

"He will pay for his crimes."

"Yes."

They both begin to chant in unison. Both looking out into the vast ocean.

(SHORE LINE, TIME 20:21)

"Oh, shit I see him!" The driver screamed. The gunner scrambled to reach his com radio labeled 1.

"All units open fire on bogy. Aim for the legs. Let's take this bastard down!" He screamed.

"Copy that! Squad two ready for action!"

"Okay sir! Squadron 3 ready to fire!"

"Let's fuck him up! Squad 4 all fired up!"

"This is it! All unit's fire when you spot the target! Fire at will!

An outbreak of war cries projected out as the waves exploded as a 108 meter figured clambered out of the ocean.

"All unit's fir-"

Before he could finish he was consumed by a blue light. He felt his skin peel as he smelled burnt flesh. The driver in front of him screamed as all of his arms and legs evaporated from the heat. The gunner's eyeball's began to melt as he tried to scream but couldn't because of his damaged throat.

"Ggoooss."

The monster kept projecting his blue hell fire as he watched tank by tank be damned to the pits of hell. He let out a mighty roar and continued his assault upon the beach head.

"Squad one? Squad one? This is squad four! Do you read?"

"Oh my god! It's a massacre!"

"My arms! Where's my arms?"

"Someone put the fire out ahhhh!"

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"What the hell is going on!"

A lone operative sat outside of his burnt tank. He legs beneath his shins head been burnt to a crisp. His feet were a charred black. There was no blood because it had evaporated. He was lucky to have been outside of the tank when it happened. His crew... His friends... Had been cooked alive and he had watched. He watched as the beast moved into the city and started destroying everything. His rampage was almost unbearable to watch but he dared not move.

"We got a live one!" A medic screamed out. "Hey man you still with me? Come on stay in there!" The operative stared at the beast with hate and screamed one final word before blacking out.

"GOJIRA!"

Gojira came to a stop. "What the hell?" He was confused and he felt weird. His limbs felt tiered and he felt heavy. "What's going on?"

"You are receiving our judgment!" Two feminine voices screamed together.

"You. You moth loving scum! What are you doing?"

"To make you understand your own cruelty we will make you live the lives of others until you understand the true meaning of loss!"

"What are you blabbing on about?"

"Only then you van return to your current self."

Gojira then drifted into blackness. "What's going on? Can't move dammit. It's dark... I am cold... I am ALONE." Then there was nothing.

A boy wakes up with a start. He looks around his clay made home and then he was filled with rage.