A/N: Hello dear readers, and welcome to the next chapter of Storm Rising, now the Mothra tag will make sense, she will make an appearance here in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Godzilla, which is owned by Toho, I only own OCs.
Mothra felt a sense of foreboding in her heart as she braved the storm winds. She was flying over Japan, a land often targeted by her sometime ally Godzilla. There was a presence over this particular city that worried her. She hadn't been in time to stop Godzilla and Biollante from fighting, but she was at least in time for this. The presence had apparently drained the city's power, for the lights below had dimmed and gone out as she had sensed the presence get stronger. The presence had moved from the power station, and was heading out to sea, but Mothra knew she must not let it escape her. Faster and faster she flew, until she reached the focal point of the storm, but her compound eyes saw nothing. The presence did not seem to notice her, but not being able to see it put her at risk. She sent her mind out, telepathically calling out to it. She found another mind, but it seemed deep in thought, not answering. It was directly above her, and so she ascended. What she saw left her stunned, it was just an orb, similar in color to the sun but not as bright, and slightly translucent, tingeing the background through it slightly golden. She sent a warning to it, that if it were to threaten Earth she would have no choice but to destroy it. The presence responded, several strong lightning bolts struck Mothra along her back and her wings, causing her to cry out in pain as her exoskeleton and wings were singed. Mothra retaliated with her antenna rays, but the orb simply absorbed them. A gigantic lightning bolt surged out of the clouds towards her, no time to dodge, and struck Mothra upon her head between the eyes, setting the fur alight and blinding her. The presence did not let up, several bolts striking from the clouds along her body and wings, setting more aflame and causing her to wail in pain. Finally unable to handle anymore, Mothra simply fell out of the sky, crash landing in the city's outskirts. She was glad the presence finally relented and stopped striking her, but she knew that this could only lead to more destruction.
Dr. Mina Tallmadge, meteorologist, thought this day couldn't get any worse as she dry heaved over the side of the boat. She was usually not seasick, but the rough seas took away everything. Her assignment was to explore the mysterious storm that had formed between the edges of South America and Antarctica, its diameter completely bridging the two continents. It could have been called a hurricane, but it had no eye, and boats that went in never came out. She was supposed to see what was causing this phenomenon and find a way to stop it if she could. What secretly worried her was that this may be the work of a new monster; she had heard the reports of the strange storm that had struck down Mothra a few days ago, and her nervous mind couldn't help but think there might be a connection. She couldn't think now, however, as she pushed herself off the rail and back to the center of the deck. The officials from the EDF had sent her in a boat that was slightly smaller than the ships that disappeared, but still fast enough to get out if needed. There was even monitoring equipment, sonar, radar, and other meteorological equipment below decks, they had thought of everything. Her associate, Dr. Randall Thane, was an altogether different scientist, a biologist. The EDF had sent him along just in case a monster was behind it, Mina thought. Thane had remained below the entire time, unwilling to take his eyes off the equipment, she didn't blame him, the sea wasn't exactly being inviting. The helmsman called to her that they should be reaching the center any time now, and she turned to look over the prow.
All she could see was a roiling sea and the ever-present dark clouds overhead, nothing. She heard a noise behind her, and looked to see Dr. Thane climbing up on deck. He was a tall slim man, nothing really extraordinary, except for his unruly brown hair and nervous habit of wringing his hands when something bad was happening. He looked especially shaken, Mina had to say something, "Relax Randy, it's just some bad weather, we'll be fine." "Call me Randall," he replied, "and it's not the storm that's got me worried." "Oh," Mina asked him. He looked around nervously, like someone with a secret to tell, "I saw something on the sonar." "Yeah, sonar does that, it's probably just some fish," Mina said dismissively. "No, it was big, very big, and moving parallel to us," Thane said. It could only mean, but Mina hoped it didn't, "Godzilla?" Randall nodded his head somberly. This meant, Mina thought, either a new monster was behind this or something else that threatened the Earth. Godzilla only went out of his way this far for something like this. "How long has he been there," she asked. "He's been moving alongside us for hours I think, but only now has come into sonar range." "Well, he either knows that we're heading the same way and is following us, or the center is drawing everyone in," Mina said. "I hope we just don't get in his way if he has to fight," said Randall. Both had their thoughts interrupted when they heard a horn echo through the fog.
They both looked to see the shape of a large tanker looming out of the mist. Mina thought the EDF had declared this area off-limits to civilian shipping. The tanker was some distance off, but Mina could see the crewmen milling about on deck. "They're not supposed to be here," said Randall, stating the obvious. Mina was about to request the helmsman to hail the tanker, but then the wind started to pick up. The wind grew fiercer and fiercer, building to a maelstrom that wailed past her ears, heading towards the tanker. To her amazement, the water around the tanker started to swirl like a whirlpool, spinning faster and faster. Then the wind formed a cyclone around the tanker, gaining speed and picking up water and hapless fish and birds, and then the tanker started to be lifted upwards as well. "Oh my God," said Randall as he looked in amazement. The cyclone was lifting the ship slowly as it was spun as well, crew who tried to jump off the ship were simply caught in the vortex and whirled upward. The water below was still spinning, and forming a spinning bowl that allowed the cyclone to pick up even more water and wildlife. Finally, the tanker disappeared into the clouds, there was a bright flash in the clouds, like lightning, and then the tanker dropped from the clouds like a dropped child's toy. When it landed, the ship broke in half upon impact, there was no more crew, but the rest of the ship was left intact. The cyclone was still whirling, and Mina noticed that the boat she was in was starting to get sucked in as well. There was still no time to be puzzled, she screamed to the helmsman to get them out of there, but a roar off to their left cut her off. She looked to see Godzilla rearing his head and shoulders out of the surf, water dripping from his grey scaly skin and jaws. Mina thought that only Godzilla was her hope for surviving this now as Godzilla roared again and the cyclone stopped.
Godzilla wanted what he sensed was here to fight him, he couldn't see it or smell it, but he knew what he felt here was a threat. He had felt the disturbance to the balance of the world he called home, and he knew he needed to come here. This was a storm unlike any other, raging with unearthly force and vehemence, destroying pieces of land and sea with wild abandon. There was something to this presence that was familiar to him, he remembered, just like there had been during his fight with the plant Biollante. Now was not the time for remembrance, as he roared another challenge to the sky. He saw out of the corner of his eye the tiny human craft that had been in peril when he had surfaced. When he had roared his challenge the wind had died, allowing the humans to get out of their predicament, if they got in his way it would not matter to him, it was their choice to be here as they were everywhere else. Now he felt that whatever was doing this had fixed its attention on himself, that was what he wanted, he felt the wind pick up again, fixating upon him. The water around him whorled around and around, picking up small streams of water and fish, but he was more massive than the bigger human ship, and no wind could pick him up. The cyclone built to a crescendo, practically a tornado of water, but Godzilla would not budge. The wind suddenly stopped, dropping the water with a splash, then to Godzilla's surprise a surge of lightning bolts sprang from the clouds to strike him. Roaring in pain and anger, blue light gathered in the back of his throat, leaking out from between his teeth, and he shot forth his Atomic Breath into the sky. This stopped the swarm of bolts, maybe he had hit the perpetrator, but the storm had not gone away, he lashed his tail underwater, annoyed. To his surprise, a single bolt, many times bigger than the others, flashed from the clouds and struck his shoulder, causing immense pain and taking a chunk of his flesh with it. He roared in agony, but his shoulder was already healing thanks to his regeneration, the wind picked up again.
Mina stood frozen, her hands over her mouth, as she had seen Godzilla struck by the monstrous lightning bolt that had taken a piece of his shoulder off. The damage was being repaired, but that couldn't have stopped the pain, and she had watched the mass of flesh fall into the water with a massive splash. She felt the wind pick up again, but this time it formed a cyclone over the piece of shoulder, and lifted it into the sky. Randall turned pale, "I've figured it out," he said. Shaken out of her stupor, Mina said, "What?" "Whatever is doing this is making a body for itself out of the bio-material it has gathered, the fish, birds, those crewmen, and now flesh from Godzilla." "That's impossible," Mina said, "It couldn't possibly think to make a body big enough to be a threat to Godzilla from that." It wouldn't have to, the Organizer G1 cells could be stimulated to make more than it needs, and I think the flash we saw earlier was lightning indeed; it's infusing the material with enough energy to return them to a primordial state, so it makes a compatible body." Mina couldn't believe what she was hearing, this sounded like too much for Godzilla to handle, "Radio the EDF," she said, "Tell them we have a situation." The crewman said that there was too much interference from the storm; they would have to get clear. Mina knew they wouldn't be able to if this presence won, able to tap into the power of the forces of nature itself, her thoughts were cut short as several flashes cut the heavens, and each time she thought she could see a massive shape in the clouds.
A/N: Ooh, ouch, Mothra got her thorax handed to her didn't she? Sorry Mothra fans out there, but when has she ever NOT been beaten in a fight? And Godzilla, getting a piece of your shoulder blown off cannot feel good. But what is happening up there in the clouds? Please review if you find something wrong.