A/N: Alright folks, here's the next chapter of Shiigara: The Swamp Terror. Things will come to a head, and Shiigara will meet her nemesis yet again.

Disclaimer: See Prologue.

Lance was really starting to worry about Jeb, who was talking on his cell phone, to who Lance didn't know. He seemed to be trying to drum up a buyer for the eggs they had found. They were in Lance's truck driving back home. They sort of lived in the same neighborhood, in Brownsville, near Miami. They were actually just entering the city limits of Miami when Jeb got off the phone and told him to take a left off the Interstate. Marky simply napped in the back seats, next to the eggs. Lance was really nervous; the eggs gave him a bad feeling, like they were drawing a gruesome fate down on the three of them. They came upon what looked like a pawn shop; the glass pane facing the street said they bought everything and anything. The owners must be the ones buying the eggs. Lance was certain this was a very bad thing to do, and illegal, but Jeb had an almost dangerous look in his eyes, and Lance kept quiet. When they had parked, Lance got out to go with Jeb into the store. "I thought you didn't like this kind of thing," said Jeb. "You're right, I don't," answered Lance, "I'll just make sure they aren't harmed." Jeb only gave a grunt in answer and collected the eggs. Marky said he would just wait in the truck, so Lance and Jeb walked in the door.

The place smelled musty, and the owners seemed to be pack rats, for the merchandise was practically everywhere. Lance saw the skeleton of a snake coiled around a stuffed rabbit, arranged so it looked like it was striking the rabbit. He also saw an armoire full of jars that had unidentifiable substances in them. The place freaked him out, but Jeb seemed unaffected by the unnerving spectacle around them. They walked up to the front desk, and Lance saw a TV mounted on the wall to the right. Jeb rang the bell on the desk and a man came into view. He was somewhat short and stocky, and overweight, but carried himself gracefully somehow. The man was dressed casually, and came quickly to the desk. "What may I help you with, anything strike your fancy," he asked. "We're looking to sell," said Jeb, and he put the eggs on the desk. The man looked at the eggs, then back to Jeb, then said, "What is it exactly you have there son." "What I have here, are some orphaned alligator eggs, in need of a good home," said Jeb, then continued, "We shot their mama by accident and we were thinking that we should put them in a safe place, and we knew you would find one." "The place you describe would be the Wildlife Preserve, youngster, and these look a little big for an alligator." "Yes, but we were looking to make some compensation for the injuries inflicted upon us by their mother." "Oh, I see," said the man behind the desk with a pointed look at Lance, who squirmed inside under it. "Well, can't have these little babies without a home, I'll pay you $450." "I'm thinking a little more than that," said Jeb in answer. "Fine, how about, an even $600, and I'll make sure they go to the Preserve." "Deal," said Jeb, and Lance gave an internal sigh of relief. It was then a news bulletin caught his ear. "There is an evacuation in place for the city of Miami and other surrounding areas, for a giant alligator has come ashore at Miami Beach and is making a beeline inland," said the male newscaster. His female counterpart added, "This monster is 35 meters tall at the shoulder and wrecking everything in its path." They showed a clip from a news helicopter as it circled the monster, and Lance gasped in surprise. The extended back ridges, the longer than normal limbs, and the jets of water it showered buildings with, it could only be one thing, the mother of those eggs.

This was the place; this was where she could sense her eggs had been taken to. It was full of the puny two-legs. She smashed their structures with her tail, bashed them with her head, and soaked them with the boiling water from her gut. She would not stop until she found her children. There was a smaller body of water between her and the bigger grouping of two-legs' structures; it would be simple to cross. She swam across, but was greeted by a line of what looked like strange things of metal. She realized too late these were weapons as they discharged into her face. It didn't hurt her, but it was extremely annoying. She simply whipped herself around and swept the annoying things away with her tail. She proceeded inland. The small, narrow paths made it difficult for her to move like she was used to, so she made them wider with her shoulders and tail. She reared at one particularly troublesome building, turned her head sideways, clamped down with her jaws, and started twisting and heaving back and forth.

Lance saw the news station cut to a field reporter, he couldn't read the name, he was too focused on what was going on behind. He was giving a report on the chaotic and ruthless nature of the beast, now named Shiigara, as the National Guard fired on it behind him. He also stated that the U.S. military was on its way to attack the monster. Lance could only watch in horror as the alligator took a section of a building in its jaws, and separated it from the rest of the structure. He saw the alligator give the building section it held a heave, sending it flying towards the reporter and the soldiers. The reporter realized what happened too late, only getting out a terrified, "Oh my G…" before the feed went to static. Lance knew what the outcome had been, the reporter, crew, and Guardsmen had been crushed under literally tons of debris. He knew the reason why, and the guilt he felt was unbelievable. He looked around at the shopkeeper and Jeb, and saw only shock. Jeb seemed to come back to reality, and he shoved the eggs towards the shopkeeper saying, "They're yours now." "Oh no, I don't want anything to do with them, I can put two and two together," said the shopkeeper in response, backing away from the eggs like they were cursed. He continued, "I can tell that that's the mama of those eggs on the TV, and you should give 'em back to her." "Absolutely not, we found them, she didn't do a good job of hiding them, now we can do what we want," answered Jeb. The two of them were cut off as Lance shushed them and pointed to the TV screen. "An update on the crisis here in Miami," said the female newscaster, "a black beetle-like moth has been seen flying towards the giant alligator, and we have been told that this is Battra, a guardian of Earth, counterpart to Mothra." "It seems like he is here to save us," said the male newscaster, "or maybe the alligator owes him money, heh heh." Even Lance could tell the newsman was trying to be light about it, but was too nervous.

She could sense her eggs were near, she was so close, but a call interrupted her thoughts. She turned to the sound, and saw her moth opponent from earlier. She hissed, trying to get him to go away, but the moth persisted. The moth released more of those stingers, aiming for her head; she closed her eyes and felt them bounce off her hide. She hissed again, reared, and snapped her jaws at the moth, but he was just out of her reach. She came down with a thunderous impact, cracking the ground beneath her, and growled. She was truly enraged now; nothing would stop her in her quest. She moved down the two-legs' path, in the direction she could sense her eggs. The moth seemed intent on keeping her from them, as he swooped down and strafed her with the purple beams, causing slight pain along her back. He came again, this time raking his claws along the same path. This time he broke her skin, only in long shallow cuts, but it was pain. It gave her an idea; she waited until the moth turned for another pass. When he was in reach, she leapt up, and smashed the moth with her head. The moth seemed dazed by the attack as it spiraled downward. She knew now that if she gave this opponent any ground to recover, he would come back at her again. So she went down a side path, and went back until there was a two-legs' structure between them. She reared up, put her forelimbs on it, and using her tail as balance she pushed and shoved against it.

A/N: Oh boy, this can't be good for Battra, poor moth. Anyway, I should tell you that what Jeb is trying to do is definitely wrong and most likely illegal (I'm not a lawyer), so do not do follow this example.