OK I am back again. I'd like to point out that Godzilla will be making an appearance properly. But it may be a while yet. Hopefully you'll like the story, though.

I gotta say, my favourite part so far was the "there's only five of them" line in Ch. 3.

Godzilla is © Toho

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INNER FURY

It was about 8 PM when Takuya finished work. He didn't exactly make much working in a pet store, but it kept him in the apartment at least.

And then again, he liked working there. He wasn't fond of all the rules, but he always loved animals for some reason.

If someone knew Takuya, they'd know that he cared about animals… sometimes more than people. If he found an animal that was injured or particularly weak, he had a sort of instinct to protect it.

Nonetheless, it had been a long day. He needed a workout.

He needed to follow another thing he really enjoyed.

He needed to break something.

And there was no better place than a condemned factory.

Why was it, he though as he entered, that whenever I really need to beat someone up, there's no one. But when I'm actually having an alright day, someone has to come down on me like some teacher or Ogata or…

He'd been uptight all day, as usual. Holding back to make sure he didn't splatter Ogata and his cronies into puddles of blood.

And right now, he needed to cut loose, if only for a little while.

He arced his head, tensing himself as a roar sounded from his throat.

It was a thunderous, inhuman roar, like a thousand creatures bellowing at once.

A roar that, for over 15 years, no one but Takuya had heard.

The roar of Godzilla.

Flexing his muscles just slightly, he fixed his hands on the sides of a support beam and, with one smooth effort, tore it clean out, swinging it round clear through a wall, before hurling it into another support beam. The impact carried both beams across the room as the roof cracked above them.

He turned round and punched his fist into a wall, digging his fingers into it and yanking a huge chunk of it out in one go, hurling it across the room.

An instant later, he turned around to an old, rusted piece of machinery. About twice his size.

In an instant, he'd flipped it up and hurled it clean through the wall of the room.

Time to test it again.

He felt it again… that fire building in his chest, surging up through his spine.

He slowly parted his jaws, a vortex of bright blue energy building at the back of his throat as he inhaled.

A second later, a stream of energy shot out of his mouth. It was a brilliant blue, and the core of the blast was pure, blinding white light.

White hot.

The blast struck the machinery for a split second before Takuya closed his jaw. I that second, the machine exploded in a ball of fire, hurling the flaming pieces of rusted metal across the room.

Thankfully, he'd toned it down.

For about two solid minutes, he punched, kicked or otherwise smashed everything in sight.

He was letting loose. Just giving into his instincts and following his urges.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He was throwing his rationality to the wind.

Letting go of his humanity.

But the thing was… it felt wonderful. It was amazing to just let go, to let out the instincts that were the base of everything he was.

Finally, he stopped, looking around the destroyed factory as the fires of his rage cooled, rationality returning.

Looking around, he saw that there wasn't an intact wall-or ceiling- in view.

"Time to go…" He quickly thought out loud.

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The construction crew, already armed with two wrecking balls, were ready outside the building.

"OK," The foreman shouted, "Get those cranes over here! We've got six hours to tear this place to…"

Suddenly, the bottom floor of the five-story factory gave way, causing the upper levels to collapse, bursting through each other as the entire structure fell apart. In under a minute, it was reduced to a heap of rubble in a cloud of dust and debris.

The foreman watched, utterly dumbstruck.

"OK… Everybody just take five…"

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