Note: This story is planned to be long with plenty of chapters dedicated to building characters and the plot. But don't worry! Godzilla will be introduced in due time and it will be glorious!
Chapter 1
Somewhere in Japan
The old, withered form of a man hunches over his desk, lost in thought. Before him, a personal computer hums to life and illuminates the man's face in a soft hue. While the body may be old, the eyes where sharp and focused. Something was holding his attention, a memory perhaps. A memory that haunts the man to this very day. It was a memory that influenced this man to create a master piece of a story. A work of fiction that has won over audience and critics alike.
A work of fiction that was currently being displayed on the screen.
The bold, crisp words of the title stick out as a calling card. It foreshadowed the awful events that would be depicted in the story.
THE ISLAND OF THE DAMNED
If the title alone did not invoke intrigue and mystery, then perhaps the story would and that was what was haunting this man so late at night. The events in the story are fiction, of course, but it was riddled with some truth. It was the telling of this man's childhood nightmare. A nightmare that would devastate an island that is very real. Odo Island.
The story itself was simple: A kid discovers a legend on his home island, investigates and discovers the truth. Even if that truth holds more weight to it than any reader or critic might know and probably never will. The Island of The Damned had to be written so the old man could get his voice heard. No one would actually believe the reality. It was full of dire warnings to not mess with what should not be disturbed; do not mess with legends.
Tired but restless, the old man closes his eyes as the memories come pouring back now. In a grand reflection of what plays out on the pages of the novel, the memory begins among the rapid movement of the man's eye lids.
A young child, running through the night. Terror ravaging his body.
In the book, a young Lee runs through a path that traverses through the island's Forrest. A mighty shaking sound following him or so that's how it seemed.
Beneath his feet, the boy feels the ground shake. The terrible legend, that monster, was coming
Lee quickens his approach as he feels his fear rise, the earthquake sized rattling shakes his body. He almost falls. But out of his fear, he maintains balance.
All around him darkness converged. It rattled the young boy to his core. The darkness seemed alive...moving.
As the Lee continued his path, he noticed something in the distance. It was a bright, illuminating flame that was dancing in the wind. Fire was raging across the island. Something was not right. Lee felt his heart pounding in his chest, never relenting.
As the boy grew closer, light was simmering across his path. It waved towards the skies, like a beacon of despair. He felt a presence.
Lee arrived at a clearing and glanced out to his destination. But what he saw was not what he expected. His village, his home was in ruin. Flames licked their way through the destruction, and although he was still ways away, he could hear the faint sound of screams.
Death and destruction greet the boy upon his destination. It was all hopeless, he felt paralyzed. The darkness that he felt was alive, threatening to consume him. Last thing he heard was the awful cry of a beast. A beast that came from a legend.
From his vantage point, Lee could see all the way to the ocean with the help of the moonlight. It was a trail of destruction that ended with a massive shape. Lee could not fully discern the silhouette, but he did hear the sound it made. It was horrible. It was from the legend…
Quickly, the old man reopens his eyes and feels his hands in a death grip on his chair. The memory was frightening. It was the same one he has had over and over again. With his heart threatening to tear through his chest, he tries to take a deep breath, but it was difficult. His throat felt parched. He was still in a slight state of shock. Although the event was over, it still was present within him.
For a second, the man wondered if this memory would be the death of him. That would be the ultimate irony. To survive the horrendous events of his home island, only to be struck down by the remnants of that horrific night. Fate could be a cruel complexity.
However, something stirred within him. A gut feeling, something instinctual. Something was not right with the world, and he could feel it. Could it be related to his past or was it just a coincidence? He didn't know for sure. But he made it a rule to never believe in coincidences. Not after that hellish night on Odo Island.
The withered soul finally regains some composure over himself and takes a breath. Then he felt a wave of exhaustion consume him and made a strained effort to stand up and go to bed. Whatever was bothering him could wait, the elderly need their rest. As he vanishes into the shadows of his bedroom, the faint illumination of his computer remains active. The title was still presented on the screen and below it was the authors' name:
Written by Ishiro Serizawa
Authors Note: One of my motivations for this story is to take some of the older characters and bring them into a new light! Thats what I done here with Serizawa. Instead of a scientist he is just a old, weary writer.