Author's Note:
This story picks up where the Uprising Arc left off. If you haven't read this arc, I suggest you do so before reading this so you don't miss some key plot points. I'll be using the 2014 Godzilla for this, 'cause I think he's the most badass. There will be OCs, but very few in number and used only for the sake of the plot, so no OC/Canon character pairings. If you enjoy this fanfic, don't forget to fav, review, follow, and check out my original anime/manga stories on my FictionPress account; u/886408/x-Omega-x
Time: Year 847, 2 years after the fall of Shiganshina and Wall Maria
Location: A trench out in the Atlantic ocean
Something does not smell right...
The 150 meter behemoth lifted its head from the ocean floor for the first time in centuries. Schools of fish scattered as it gave a irritable snort, creating a brief current as it began to unfurl. A vaguely humanoid and immensely powerful body with three rows of sharp spines running down the length of its back to its tail brushed against the trench wall, sending a hundred tons of rock rolling to the bottom as it rose to its full height.
It pointed its head to the surface, several miles away, and launched upwards with speeds seemingly impossible for its titanic frame, and broke through into a hurricane. 70-MPH winds buffeted against its dark scaly skin as it made its way to shore, being only a few miles away.
As it made its way through the beach, a tsunami preceded it and washed across the dunes and wiping out anything in its path. The first step sent a tremor through the earth, startling any wildlife left in the area. Its nostrils jetted spray as it cleared its lungs of water, then swelled its chest with a huge breath of air. Familiar scents greeted it, the sea, fresh vegetation, all different kinds of animals, and a hint of...
Blood?
The beast took another sniff. Yes, there was no mistaking the sharp metallic scent, but this was no animal's blood; it was Human. The tiny sapiens who had a habit of erecting their puny structures in its path and being constantly underfoot irritated it to no end, but it wondered why it was so heavy in the air. Had the storm claimed that many of them?
But then it caught a wiff of another scent, a foul, pungent odor mingling with the blood scent. The beast soon realized this was what had risen it from its slumber, and anger swirled in its mind. A predator or predators capable of killing so many of the little ones to make the air thick with blood scent was around here, but they had encroached on its territory.
There is room only for one alpha predator in this world.
A rumbling deep in its chest grew in volume and intensity until it became a gargantuan roar, a message for every living thing for miles around that made the ground quake with its power;
Godzilla, King of the Monsters, has returned.