Well, I'm back. I know that it has been awhile since I last updated this, but I have been working really hard on my other story. That being said, I have another chapter. I hope you like it.

Also, I would like to give thanks to G-Matt, who corrected me on who owned Aliens and Predators (20th Century Fox). Godzilla is owned by Toho.

The Hunt Begins

Tokyo

Godzilla once again pulled on the strange metal cables that had imbedded themselves in his limbs – to no avail. Godzilla looked up at the mysterious alien ship and saw that it was about ready to fire. He responded by using his powerful atomic breath on the ship, but just as with the Excalibur, the beam dissipated harmlessly off of it. Whoever these people were, they did their homework.

The glowing weapons flashed brightly one last time before firing. There were several Gatling gun-like weapons that fired a barrage of yellow energy bolts over and over. At the same time, a large cannon-like weapon fired a large blue orb of energy every few seconds that exploded upon contact with Godzilla's skin. Basically, it was like being hit by a dozen machine guns and a canon at the same time. None of the weapons actually did a lot of damage, but without a way of fighting back, the mysterious foes could take their time wearing down his defenses. Godzilla did the only thing that he could: he continued to pull.

Ozaki watched as the alien ship continued to fire. It circled around the King of the Monsters, no doubt trying to find the best point of attack. "Godzilla seems to be in trouble this time," He said. "They have pretty much eliminated every form of attack he could use on them. The only thing that he doesn't have tied down is his tail, and they seem to be staying far away from it."

"Don't count him out just yet," Captain Gordon said. "Look at that." He pointed at one of the turrets. While the turrets and the metal cables that they were attached to had proven beyond Godzilla's ability to break, the ground beneath it was another matter. From what Gordon could tell, the turrets had giant screws at the bottom that dug very deep into the ground. At the same time, there were several clamps that were attached to several parts of the street. He figured that the turrets on the building had similar attachments. Not surprisingly, the unknown metal was not what was failing, but the concrete that the machines were screwed into and clamped onto were. With one last tug, the turret that held Godzilla's left arm was ripped loose.

As soon as he had done this, the alien ship stopped its circular movement and started moving away slowly while it continued to fire at Godzilla. Godzilla started to reach over to his other arm to help free it, but was interrupted when the remaining three cables began to retract even further. At the same time, several more turrets appeared across the city, but not all of them had the same kind of harpoon at the end. Some of them had a pair of large, curved blades at the end. Obviously, these foes had prepared for the chance that Godzilla would break free.

Godzilla tore the turret holding his other arm from the ground, thus prompting the other weapons to activate. Six of the duel-bladed turrets turned towards Godzilla and shot their blades out through the air. All twelve of the blades struck their target on various parts of his body, but Godzilla ignored the pain and continued to pull on the cables that held his legs. At the same time, four more harpoon-turrets fired from behind Godzilla and struck him in the back, almost touching his spines. These ones were different, however. Massive amounts of electricity flowed through the cables and into Godzilla's back. The combined assault of the electricity, the blades, and the constant fire from the ship proved too much, and Godzilla fell to the ground and roared in pain.

For a second, Godzilla laid there silently with his eyes closed while the alien ship continued to pound him. Then his eyes flashed open with a look of pure rage in them. His spines began to glow brilliant neon blue, and since the four hooks in his back were so close to those spines, the atomic energy traveled back through the metal cables. The four turrets exploded in a shower of sparks, and came loose from rooftops. Godzilla then got up and took his time removing each of the curved blades. He bent down, grabbed the cables that held his legs, and ripped the turrets from the ground. With that done, he grabbed the cables and pulled the turrets close to him. He figured that since the turrets were made of many moving parts, it would be easier to smash than the solid metal cables. He was right. After he turned the turrets into tiny balls of scrap metal, he grabbed the harpoon sides of each of the four cables and proceeded to pull each of the cables from his flesh. He did all of this while the alien ship was still firing at him.

Seeing that their attempts to hold Godzilla had failed, the unknown aliens once again switched tactics. The ship once again activated its cloak and began to fire at Godzilla more sporadically, changing its position after every shot.

"How exactly is Godzilla supposed to fight something that he can't see?" Kazama asked.

"Kazama," Ozaki replied, "Don't you remember that seminar that they gave us on Godzilla's biology when we first started working for the UNGCC? They believe that he can see into the inferred spectrum of light. Inferred light is given off by any heat source, and I'm betting that that ship gives off a lot of heat."

Ozaki was right. Wherever the ship went, Godzilla's eyes followed it. Godzilla took the four cables that had once held him in both of his hands and started swinging them like a lasso. He kept swinging them faster and faster until they made an audible swooping sound as they spun. Finally, he released them with one hand, sending the hooked ends flying towards the invisible ship. Godzilla figured that if the hooks were sharp enough to pierce his skin and strong enough to resist his strength, than they would be able to pierce the hull of the alien ship. His theory was proven correct when the hooks struck an invisible object with the sound of grinding and tearing steel. The ship's cloaking field completely destabilized when Godzilla pulled tight on the cables, which were now stuck in the ship's hull. It tried to escape, but Godzilla held tight. He refused to let it go. The King of the Monsters pulled down hard, causing the ship to crash into the ground. He then spun around in order to slam it into a building. After that, he reversed his direction, sending it into another. Godzilla swung the ship over his shoulder, spun around one more time, and through the ship away.

Smoke billowed from several holes in the ship's hull. It had obviously taken a beating. Several of the weapons that it had been using no longer seemed to be working. Godzilla growled at it one more time as his spines glowed neon blue. Godzilla released his atomic breath, sending it out towards a section of the ship where the hull had been torn to shreds. A large section of the ship was completely blown off by the resulting explosion. Perhaps even more amazingly, the ship still managed to stay in the air. To the crew of the mysterious ship, it was clear that they had only one option left – a tactical retreat. The alien vessel turned from its 'prey' and flew off as fast as its damaged engines could carry it, reactivating its cloaking field as it went. Godzilla roared at his foes, displaying his victory for all to see.

"I bet that we haven't seen the last of them – whoever they were," Ozaki said.

"You're probably right," Kazama agreed. He looked over at Godzilla, who was currently smashing all of the aliens' remaining machinery. "What do we do know?"

Gordon sighed before answering. "Let's head back to headquarters and tell them about everything that happened. Godzilla usually leaves after a major battle, so he probably won't do much more damage." Gordon saw that his fellow soldiers were just staring at him. "What?" he asked.

"How exactly are we supposed to get back over to headquarters?" Kazama asked. "Its miles away and we have no transportation."

Gordon smiled. "Haven't you ever heard of walking?"

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Mitsuo climbed over the rubble, keeping his eyes out for anything of value. For you see, Mitsuo was what was known as a kaiju looter. He was one of the few criminals that were brave enough (or crazy enough) to stay in a city during a giant monster attack and take from the undefended stores. Normally, he just took whatever he could get his hands on, but this time he had a specific purpose in mind.

For you see, he had been watching the entire fight and, in the process, had seen something that no one else had. When the ship had hit one of the buildings, a large hole was torn open, and something fell out. Now, Mitsuo did not know much about aliens, but he did know something about ships – they usually have cargo holds.

Mitsuo continued to travel the ruined streets, looking for the place that he thought the cargo fell. Finally he came to a large alleyway where all of these strange artifacts were.

"Jackpot," he said

He quickly began to scour the strange devices, looking for anything of value. He came upon a small staff-like object. Mitsuo examined it closely. It looked too small to be a weapon. While examining it, he accidentally pressed a small button on it. Without warning, it extended and several blades appeared on both ends. Mitsuo threw it away out of shear shock, and it clanged on the ground. When his heart slowed back down to a normal pace, he slowly walked back over to the staff and pressed the button again, causing it to shorten.

"The JSDF is going to pay a fortune for this," he almost giggled in delight.

He put the staff in a large bag that he always carried with him and moved on to a large container that seemed to have busted open from the fall. As he approached it, he could feel that the air around it was much colder. Perhaps it was some sort of advanced refrigerator for food storage. The hole was at the top of the container, so he climbed on top of a box to look inside. It was very dark inside of it, so he took a flashlight from his bag, turned it on, and peered inside. He saw several slimy, organic-looking objects inside of it. Each one had an X-shaped slit at the top.

"What the hell…"

He leaned farther into the container to get a better look. As he drew closer, one of the strange objects began to move. The X-shaped slit opened up, revealing something inside, but Mitsuo couldn't tell what. Without warning, a fleshy blur sprang from inside the object and headed towards Mitsuo. Before he could do anything, everything went black, and he fell to the floor. Something was on his face and he couldn't get it off. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, and he couldn't breathe. The thing was so tight on his face that it completely muffled out his screams. After a moment, his intense struggle began to slow, and finally he grew still.

Godzilla was gone, the mysterious alien ship was gone, but the true horror had only just begun.

To be continued

Next time, this story is far from over. Gordon and the rest try to find out more about the Predators, while Tokyo gets infested with the most horrible creatures this planet has ever seen.