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Ash fell from the sky like snow. She ran, but she knew it was of no use. The monster was coming to burn her and all else that remained. The Demon had set fire to the world, and now it was going to consume her. In despair, she fell to her knees and waited for death.
But it did not come. She looked up, the city had vanished, replaced by boundless sky. She was weightless, falling towards the cerulean ocean beneath her. The sky was a a riot of brilliant pink and gold. At the edge of the horizon some sort of giant stood in front of the fading sun, its arms held out in the shape of a cross. She cried out in joy at the sight of it.
As her body plummeted towards the blackening sea, someone began to sing. It was a strange, in a language she could not completely understand, and it yet it comforted her.
As the sun faded beyond the horizon and the waters grew darker, someone whispered in her ear "When a black mountain appears above the clouds; follow the red moon to the land where the sun rises in the west. For there lies the hope of the world."
She fell faster and faster. The black waters approached like the maw of some leviathan. As Miki Saegusa struck the water, she flung her eyes open, and jumped out of bed.
Panting, she checked the clock: 3:33 am, like always. She moved to her window and stared out at Angle Grove with relief, all was well. Japan had been consumed by Godzilla's fire, but she was still here. Her new home was still here. The city glittered like a jewel in the night. She smiled to herself.
Satisfied, Miki returned to bed, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
He stood on his porch in the rain, cigarette and glass of Cutty Sark in hand, staring at the roses covering his house. He dropped his cigarette into the trash, took the last sip of whiskey, and went inside. It was 4:00 am.
Dr. Genshiro Shiragami had borne the curse of insomnia for the past 15 years. His eyes were red with exhaustion, but he could not stop. Not now. He entered his lab and checked on the rapidly multiplying microbe. To his satisfaction it was healthy and hyperactive.
He was so close now. After years of politics, red tape, and scientific bureaucracy he'd finally forced the mighty hand of Okochi Industries, gaining his own personal line of Godzilla's Stem Cells.
They were fools.
Two months ago, after nearly a decade of research, he had finished the Anti-Nuclear Energy Bacteria Project. Now Okochi Industries was on the verge of becoming the most powerful entity in the world, all because of Dr. Shiragami. Yet they still refused his request. So he threatened them with his resignation. It was a bluff, of course, but it worked. Seido Okochi was in no hurry to loose the man being heralded as the 'greatest geneticist of the 20th and 21st century', so he took the Doctor's threat seriously.
"Just one line mind you." Seido had said with his ever present chuckle. "Don't want you making some sort of Frankenstein." Shiragami had laughed and assured the CEO that he would not.
The irony was that Genshiro had done just that. It had been 15 years since he had lost his daughter Erika in the battle against Godzilla. So it was only fitting that by the monster's blood she would return to him.
He checked the culture one more time and slipped it into its incubation tube. He smiled to himself, perhaps he would be able to sleep tonight after all.