Chapter Three: The Final Battle
Priscilla stood off to the side of the mountains, torn between two choices. She had located the smell that was attached to Raki and she was determined to find it, and yet this sudden mass of Yoki also caught her attention and now she had lost the scent she had been following!
And to make matters more interesting, she could sense some great...thing near the mass of Yoki. So she had two choices:
1. She could either go and find the scent she had been looking for ever since she met Raki.
Or;
2. She could go and check out the two towering powers that were fighting.
She couldn't make up her mind. Which one would be more interesting to see? The scent she somehow knew? Or the massive power that was fighting the mass of Yoki.
Suddenly the choice was made for her. The scent she was tracking was near the huge Yoki and power! She could see what was going on AND finally find the scent at the same time!
Smirking, she took off in the direction of the source of power and the scent. Finally she would remember everything AND get to see something powerful too!
In the ruins of a small town, Raki was beginning to wake up. Judging from him actually waking up, he must have fell unconscious from pain. He hadn't been expecting Priscilla to stab him in the back, literally. Talk about a bad day gone worse!
She had then left after regenerating her arm, abandoning him there. Raki wasn't sure what was going on, but he had heard some terrible roars coming from the mountains.
He groaned and slowly stood up. The first thing he noticed was that the parasites in his arm were still there. However, unlike those poor villagers, they hadn't overtaken him yet. What was happening? They seemed to be in a constant state of trying to overtake him, and then shriveling up.
Did it have something to do with Priscilla's arm, still embedded in his back? The parasites hadn't affected her in the slightest, so maybe that explained his situation! Gritting his teeth, he grabbed one of the parasites, and ripped it from his shoulder. He threw it as far away from his as possible, where it lay on the ground, thrashing about before going still.
He did this with the others until they were all removed, then felt his back, where Priscilla's arm still was. He didn't dare remove it, as he wasn't keen on bleeding to death, especially out here. He needed to make it to Rabona, and could only hope he got there in one piece.
Clare was lying face down on the ground, panting heavily, Priscilla's foot pushing her head down. Clare, Deneve and Helen had been watching the battle between Godzilla and the Destroyer when they had suddenly felt a large Yoki coming towards them.
Clare had recognized it at once before Priscilla had even come into view. After a short exchange, Clare had rushed in to attack Priscilla, only to be beat back. She had tried to Awaken, but for some reason she couldn't! So now all she could do was lay helplessly on the ground under Teresa's murderer's foot.
Priscilla was staring at Godzilla in nothing short of awe. Even she could feel the power inside him and feel her own helplessness in comparison. Suddenly, the other two warriors rushed at her. She simply batted them away like she would a fly.
Taking her gaze away from the battle, she turned to look at the woman under her foot, then raised her hand.
"I thought that if I found you, I would regain my memories. However it seems that's not the case. So I wonder if I'll regain them if I kill you. Shall we find out?"
Clare closed her eyes and waited for the blow. She had failed. Failed to Avenge Teresa, and failed to find Raki again. Everything she did had failed and was for nothing!
Tears of rage and sorrow coursed down her cheeks. I'm sorry, Teresa. I'm sorry, Raki. She thought, waiting for death to claim her as Priscilla's arm flew towards her head.
Godzilla was finally fed up with the battle. No matter what he did, his enemy kept getting up and coming back for more and his rage was at its peak. It was time to put an end to this battle once and for all. He gave a mighty thrash of his tail and sent the thing flying far off, then prepared his final attack.
Suddenly, something touched his mind. He snorted and shook his head, but the feeling remained. In it he could feel rage and helplessness, something he once understood all too well.
The feeling pressed on, and Godzilla finally, if reluctantly, focused on it. An image appeared in his mind. It was an insect. In his mind's eye, Godzilla stared at it, a bit dumbfounded.
Why would he be seeing one of the insects that had changed him into what he was now? However, he soon noticed that this one was far different then all the others.
Curious, Godzilla lowered his great head down to get a better look at the insect. He realized it was a female, though nothing like the one that he had once known, long ago, the one who had taken care of his Son and had helped him in small ways.
She was filled with power. Nothing like his own, but far greater then any insect should have. He watched as her tiny mouth opened, but didn't understand the noises coming out of it. The insect seemed to realize this, for her mouth stopped moving, though it seemed to curve upwards faintly. She closed her eyes, which Godzilla noted were silver in color, and suddenly images appeared in his head again.
This time, it was from the insect's perspective. He watched at other insects came up to her when she was young, and take her away from her village. He witnessed them change her from what she used to be into something entirely different.
He saw her come to be feared by the populace that she once was part of, and feared and respected by her fellows who also got changed. He watched as she grew stronger and stronger.
Understanding came to Godzilla. This insect was like him in some ways. Changed by other insects, she became feared, hated and respected. She was nothing like him, but she also was.
She had felt pain that day. Pain, fear and sorrow. She grew stronger, became more different, and ultimately became what she was now in front of Godzilla.
Godzilla roared his understanding to her, and he felt that she understood his meaning. He watched as this insect went to one of the places that they all dwelt at. He looked on as she killed creatures there without pausing to challenge them or have them reveal themselves.
He then saw her slay the last one, who was gripping a insect much smaller then the others. A child he realized. He watched as eventually she got attached to the child.
Then he saw her get hunted by her own kind. He looked on at she defeated them all, then walk away with the child. He saw one of the other insects go berserk and power surge through her.
Then, he saw the insect die. He saw her head get taken from her body, and saw the other insects die as well by the one who went berserk. He felt rage at that one.
The rage was not only his own, but the rage of the insect who was killed. She had her life taken away from her, went through pain and was changed, and eventually was killed by one of her own, all because she had killed other insects, normal ones, to save the child she loved.
His roar rang out across his mind, and in reality out across the whole island, filled with rage. Suddenly, one last image flashed across his mind. It was the child, grown up. She was just like the other one, and even had her same power and flesh and blood.
And she was behind him on the ground, with another insect standing over her, prepared to kill her.
Then he was snapped back to reality, with only one impression left from that powerful insect. One plea that resounded through his mind:
Save my child.
His roar rang out once again, this time in defiance. He turned his head around, and saw both insects behind him. His mighty tail lashed out, and with an accuracy only he possessed, smashed it into the insect about to kill the child.
Lingering in the air, brought there by sheer willpower and love for Clare, Teresa's presence was filled with joy. Just as Godzilla had seen her life and connected to her, so too had Teresa seen his life and connected to him.
Even if they were both vastly different beings altogether, even if they were both entirely different in scales of power, size and more, both had one thing in common that linked the two:
Both had a child that they loved dearly.
The memory that was Teresa smiled and watched as Godzilla's tail smashed into Priscilla, missing Clare and everything else only by a miracle. As she faded away, one thought was left, that reached Godzilla, and even Clare:
"Thank you, Godzilla."
Clare gasped. That was Teresa's voice! She had been expecting to die right then and there, when she had heard Godzilla roar. Suddenly she had felt a massive gust of wind pass right over her, and Priscilla's weight had vanished from above Clare.
However the gust also blew Clare quite a while away, smashing her into the mountain. She was fine however and looked up. There stood Godzilla, looking at her.
She froze, not daring to move as Godzilla stared at her. He gave a small growl and leaned down to her. At this point, Clare didn't dare so much as breathe. Suddenly, she heard Teresa's voice in her head! It said only three words, but they made a large impact:
"Thank you, Godzilla."
Godzilla straightened up and roared into the air. To Clare it was almost as though he was saying "You're welcome". But she wasn't paying attention. She had heard Teresa's voice!
But Teresa was dead! Clare had watched Priscilla killed her! And to make things more confusing, she had thanked Godzilla! But what had Godzilla done, and why would Teresa, if it was her, thank him? Godzilla gave another small growl, and snorted, almost blowing Clare over. He stood up and backed up a bit, but still looked at her.
It was then that Clare realized what happened, though how she found out she didn't know. The people of Rabona always said that their loved ones were watching out for them even in death and that they would help them in their time of need.
Somehow Teresa, or a ghost of her or something, had gotten Godzilla to save Clare. Slowly, tears started to go down Clare's cheeks. Even now, Teresa was looking out for her and protecting her.
Before she could think about it anymore, Godzilla suddenly roared in pain. She looked up in time to see the mass of Yoki that was the Destroyer rip through the scar on his chest, re-opening the wound.
Godzilla turned in anger towards the Destroyer. He had temporarily forgot about it when he saw that insect's life, but now he was more then ready to end the battle.
He gave one final growl of warning to the Destroyer, and then began to glow. The glow came slowly, from beneath his skin. Godzilla ignored his bleeding wound and slowly walked towards his enemy. If this was what it took to take then thing down, then so be it.
The energy deep inside him began to grow beyond anything that had been felt on that island. He sensed rather then felt the child and the other two insects that had been with her flee for their lives behind him away from him. It was a good thing too. What he was about to do would be wiping out the area, and he didn't want the child to die. Not after what had just happened.
Suddenly, he was attacked from behind by something. It stabbed into his back, and went through his front. He roared in anger. Now what was attacking him?!
He turned his head, and saw that same insect that had been standing over the child. This time however, it was changed. Upon seeing it, Godzilla realized that it was the same insect that had killed that other one, the one who's child he had saved!
His eyes burned with the fires of nothing but pure Rage and Hatred, and he decided to end this insect's life for good!
Clare, Deneve and Helen were running for their very lives. It was almost impossible for them to not sense the foreboding power that was growing inside Godzilla, and they knew that staying in the area meant certain death.
Suddenly they heard Godzilla's roar of pain, followed a second later by one that stopped them dead: A roar of pure hate.
Trembling, they turned around, and Clare gasped. There, flying in front of Godzilla, was Priscilla! She was attacking Godzilla, and tearing pieces of flesh off of him while the Destroyer swarmed around him, doing the same.
Suddenly, Godzilla's body began to glow red in some places. His eye color turned red, and a shockwave came from his body and ripped threw everything around him. The Destroyer was torn almost apart by it while Priscilla was knocked backwards in the air.
Godzilla's spines then began glowing red, and the air around his mouth burned like never before. It tore through his mouth and he blasted Priscilla point blank range with it.
This attack was different then the normal one though. It was red, and was spiraling around and the power in it was incredible! It tore through Priscilla before she even knew what hit her.
She gave one loud shriek of pain and horror, and then nothing. She simply wasn't there anymore. Godzilla then turned his head while still firing his Red spiral Atomic Ray and let it loose on the Destroyer.
The land was torn apart from the force of the blast, and the Destroyer was vaporized on the spot. There was nothing left, not even the sense of Yoki to ever show it had existed.
Godzilla then closed his mouth, cutting off the power. Soon the glowing slowly faded away and he stood there. Then, he reared his head back, lifted it to the sky, and roared in triumph.
Miria, Tabitha, Clarice and Miata had left the city earlier. They had decided that it was best if they went to wherever that monster was. They certainly couldn't stand around after hearing everything Martin had told them and he went with them.
Along the way they ran into Yuma and Cynthia, both tired and wounded, but alive. Together all six made their way to the mountains, just in time to see Godzilla unleash his final attack on the Destroyer and Priscilla.
Now they were standing there in awe, not knowing if they should get any closer. Suddenly they heard someone cry out, and they all turned in time to see Clare, Deneve and Helen running towards them.
Miria breathed a sigh of relief. All seven of the warriors had survived and were OK. Soon introductions were made, and Martin once again explained the story of Godzilla, though it wasn't as long as when he told Miria and the others.
Suddenly, Godzilla's roar broke through their little bubble of happiness. And the roar was one of pain. They all turned to see Godzilla standing where he had been, bleeding severely.
His skin was missing chunks, and the hole in his chest was oozing blood. But that wasn't the worse part. The ground underneath Godzilla was cracking and breaking open!
"Godzilla!" Clare cried in horror as the Behemoth started to fall. Godzilla roared again and again, and slowly started to disappear from sight. Suddenly the ground gave way fully, and Godzilla vanished completely.
The last thing they heard was Godzilla's long scream as he fell into the earth, and as it collapsed on him, and it tore at their hearts. They all watched as the ground sealed up where the hole had been, and sealing up Godzilla for good.
Tears were silently streaking down Clare's face unnoticed and unheeded, but no one took notice. After all, she wasn't the only one. Deneve covered her eyes while Helen sniffed loudly. Clarice hugged Miata who was quietly sobbing in her arms.
Martin, who had been been standing there watching, suddenly spoke up, causing everyone to look at him. When they did, they stared in shock. Marin was slowly fading away! He was already partially transparent!
"Nature has way sometimes, of reminding man of just how small he is. She occasionally throws up the terrible offsprings of our pride and carelessness, to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake, or a Godzilla. The reckless ambitions of man are often dwarfed by their dangerous consequences. For now, Godzilla, that strangely innocent, and tragic monster, has gone to earth. Whether he returns or not, or is never again seen by human eyes, the things he has taught us, remain."
With that, Steve Martin was gone. Miria and the others slowly turned back to where Godzilla had been standing, tears now in all of their eyes. As one, they all slowly unsheathed their swords, and raised them in front of their faces in salute to a being vastly different then them, and yet also the same:
Godzilla, King of the Monsters.
Author's Notes: Well, there's the end. Taken straight from Godzilla 1985, because I am unoriginal. The part with Teresa and Godzilla is there because I wanted a bonding scene between the two and I wanted an excuse to have Godzilla and Clare bond, but a whole list of reasons as to why it would normally not work is evident, namely the fact that Teresa's dead and Godzilla's Godzilla. So why not a memory or ghost of her contacting Godzilla to save Clare?
Plus I'm unoriginal and lazy.
