Chapter 3
Godzilla made his presence known on the beach as each footstep pronounced a loud booming sound which buffeted the island. He stopped and scanned the view; he found the girl sprawled on the sand. Godzilla roared at her triumphantly, dually antagonizing and frightening her even more, both of which weren't very hard for him to do. Miki was still recovering from the shower of cascading earth. She winced as she staggered to her feet, stretching out her hands for balance, disoriented and coughing. There were sporadic cuts on her arms and face, and her hair was slightly rumpled. Godzilla didn't waste anytime getting to her, closing the gap between them efficiently. His large shadow shrouded her in black as his massive frame obstructed the sun. The biggest thing, with the darkest shadow, stood in front of the biggest thing with the brightest light, she had never felt more dead and cold in any other time in her life,
All she could do was look up and all Godzilla did was look down.
Miki was wide eyed, dumbly standing there, swallowing nervousness. A sudden memory brought her back to 1989, on a floating helicopter pad out in the ocean. The wind was choppy and cold; her assignment was to deter Godzilla or at least delay his progress for however long as possible. As he approached her she wasn't terrified, she wasn't frightened at all. Proximity wise they weren't that close, not like now, standing, staring, eye to eye like a reflection in the mirror. Back then she was composed and confident, young and forthright. Godzilla also was of a different sort, not completely unreasonable and militant, just recalcitrant, fractious and a little too proud. It reminded her of a typical jock from a teenage soap opera, which she always thought was cute.
Again. She had never been this near to him before, they'd always been standing at a distance, and now, being able to hear a faint rhythmic drumming which she guessed was his radioactive heart, brought her even more chills than being under his dreadful shadow rather than what he'd actually do to her. Inside her was a gargled mess of emotions, she screamed at herself for all the times she should've tried harder to reach him, not giving up on him, or flippantly casting his needs aside for her own, the pursuit of normality in her life, the lives and loves lost because of him, it all hit her in simultaneous madness that could only be described in a massive 50 ft tidal wave crashing upon the mainland. She was small and pathetic compared to him, all that pseudo-strength, foresight, wisdom and experience you're suppose to magical receive when you're older is crap. It's not coming into play. There's no scenario where a 100 meter reptilian monster is standing and staring at you, face to face, and you knowing that just being that close is enough to kill you because of its incalculably porous radioactive energies. But this wasn't the time to buckle and to collapse to her knees. Sure Godzilla had changed physically, and had denied her access to him, and nearly attempted to kill her. But that didn't mean his heart was gone. Right? She would have to keep fighting for it, for him, to help him remember, because he's her friend, and of the utmost eccentric of sorts indeed. Gathering herself for a second assault Miki began, this time with a little more feminine vulnerability and empathy. Did you follow me? I know said I'm sorry before but I'm saying it again. There are numerous mistakes that I made, involving you and me, but I want to know what they are exactly, can you show me, please? I know we're different, now more than ever, I just want to understand why you left. It's not fair that you left and didn't say anything to me. I thought we were friends. I thought you could trust me. You owe me an explanation for that much at least.
Godzilla wasn't so apprehensive like before and allowed her message to come through clearly. He had spent the better part of their staring contest time deciding what to do next, and to be frank, he had no idea what he was doing. Of course he wanted to scare her, ruffle her feathers, and blindside her but that was it. Nothing else was supposed to happen, and worst of all, she didn't look phased at all. This is embarrassing. He also knew that it wasn't by mere coincidence that they reunited at the same place; he had been listening, attuning his neurological systems to "pick up" any signatures of her communicating to him or other people, without her even knowing. It's something he learned how to do as a result of a device, shot into the back of his head that briefly placed him under her control, a device which she also removed.
During his time down in hell, he could hear her indulgent, inconsequential plights, candid sincerity, heart felt moral struggles and episodic emotional roller coasters that made an episode of Intervention look like a get well Hallmark card. Though a lot he couldn't really understand, he was enthralled by the complexity of human decision making, something for him which was so blissfully easy and instinctive that he couldn't believe that it took hundreds of people, in a room, to decide if a park needed to plant more trees for beautification. Stupid idiots! There're not for beauty but to breath. Duh! Godzilla was very careful in ensuring that Miki could not intercede in his own personal thoughts, he didn't welcome the fact of being an open book to her. He understood what she was trying to say and did perhaps feel the need to reciprocate the apology, it's just that his time alone, his reasons, his wants, weren't they important enough to search out and find them, even if it means to do it by your self. He didn't want anyone telling him what to do to, or tie him down, he's an animal, and animals are meant to be left in the wild, to decide for themselves. That's what he wanted. Except he knew he was too big and dangerous to be allowed his freedom, so he left, walking away from it all, leaving everything familiar behind. But he couldn't let go of her. So he began to learn from her thoughts, understanding human nature, society, ethics, morality, news, everything she experienced, so could he. Godzilla shook himself from his consternation, grunted and responded. I've been away. And now I've found you. I'm sorry I left you alone.