And Chapter 4. Hey, not only did I finish the rewrite, but this time I'm getting a significant distance into the sequel! Sweet!

Godzilla is © Toho

COLLISION COURSE

The afternoon dragged on lazily, as Miki lay idly at the top of her bed, the video game controller long-since forgotten as she sat with her eyes shut, drifting away into thought.

Whatever she tried to do to distract herself, it didn't work; the others were still off on some island somewhere, and for all she knew, Godzilla could by trying to incinerate them at that moment.

She couldn't just sit and do nothing anymore, she decided. So, with no other option, she tried again.

She was almost getting used to it, by now, allowing her mind to slip into the link, submerging herself in instincts and emotions that weren't hers.

Then, there was suddenly a sound, a sound that she knew, and a feeling of familiarity. No sooner did Godzilla hear the sound than he noticed the scent; an unknown, alien scent.

Enemy in territory. Must protect. Must fight.

She wasn't hearing words, but somehow her own mind was forming them from the raw emotion in Godzilla's mind. The will of the creature was unlike anything she'd seen; it was pure and simple, not restrained or hampered by niceties or morality. Just simply instinct; cause and effect.

There was that sudden, splitting pain in the back of her head, and Miki's eyes snapped open to take in the real world again, and all she could do was ask herself what had just happened.

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The three figures moved toward the base with expert precision. The leader reached into a pocket of his black bodysuit and hurled the grenade forward. It exploded the minute it touched the ground between the two guards, a cloud of blue-white gas pouring out. By the time it cleared, there was a dull 'thud', and the guards lay unmoving on the ground, breathing slowly and steadily.

"We were right," He nodded quietly, "Security's been left minimal. Move in."

As they moved into the base, however, neither of the three noticed the slender figure watching from their own previous position; by the looks of her, a woman, with an attractive figure, clad in a similar black suit and observing the entire scene with cold, calculating eyes.

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Odo Island

"What," Colonel Gordon demanded, "Was that thing?"

"Obviously, that's what the pilots spotted," Miyuki answered, "We've got another mutant on our hands."

"So where'd this one come from?" Kazama asked.

"The island was used as a nuclear waste dump in the 1950s," Takuya answered. "By the look of it, this thing's reptilian, possibly an ankylosaur…"

"It's a dinosaur?"

"Or something like that. It's quite clearly been mutated, though. It's possibly that it's been dormant around here for years."

"Which would mean," Osaki surmised, "That when it attacked the base, it was just defending its territory."

"Well the tranquiliser missiles didn't even make it yawn," Kazama pointed out, "So what do we do about it?"

"Tough call," Osaki admitted, "Options?"

"Sir," A technician turned around to address the Colonel, "We have an unidentified object approaching from the West-southwest. Speed…" He checked again, "40 knots."

On the radar, a massive blip was moving steadily across the screen to approach the island.

"270 feet in length," The technician reported, "My God…"

"I think the big guy might have heard us after all," Kazama stated, just a hint of apprehension in his voice. "So… anyone else think we should've brought Miki along?"

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The two Apache choppers, accompanied by a fully-armed Harrier jet, moved steadily over the base, the choppers waiting in position as the Harrier circled around the beachhead.

The dark shape under the water grew closer, the surface bulging as something massive skimmed the surface, rapidly approaching the island.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Osaki asked, "Even if we're using the tranquilisers, up until now the only effect that direct attacks have had on Godzilla has been provoking him."

"It's either that, or we have to deal with two of these things at once," Gordon answered, "We deal with Godzilla first, then we sort out the new thing."

"Anguirus," Kazama spoke up.

"What?"

"Well Miki got to name the last one."

"What?"

"We've gotta call it something," Kazama shrugged.

"OK," Gordon sighed, "Then we deal with Anguirus."

The bulge of water broke apart as the massive reptilian head surfaced atop an elongated neck, powerful shoulders above a muscular chest and a lean, fighting-fit form, well-developed arms and legs, jagged spinal plates and a long, powerful tail, all covered in charcoal grey skin like a living mountain of scales and spines.

As soon as Godzilla was out of the water, the first thing he spied was the choppers. And past experience had taught him that these little things tended to come with bright lights and attacks. So, rearing up to his full height, Godzilla gave a bellowing roar of challenge.

"Well," Miyuki offered, "At least he's stopped growing."

The Harrier swooped over Godzilla's head, a pair of missiles detaching from its wings to shoot into the back of his head. Snapping furiously after the tiny craft, Godzilla hunched down, his spinal plates flashing before a wave of blue fire shot from his mouth. The Harrier swerved to the right as the sheer force of the fiery blast sent it veering out of control, crashing down and skidding along the runway.

Two missiles shot from each of the choppers, bursting into clouds of gas on the sides of Godzilla's face. Snarling angrily, Godzilla lashed out with one clawed hand, swatting one of the machines away like the bothersome insect it was. He finally turned as the other choppers swept away, lashing out and biting into it just as the pilot slammed the eject button.

Rearing up, Godzilla unleashed a victorious roar, shaking the air around him as he bellowed his might and fury to the world.

Then, he stopped, sniffing at the air. There was the scent again, the scent of a new creature in his territory.

Immediately, he started forward, thundering clean over the runway in a few steps, leaving simply massive, three-toed, bus-sized footprints in the solid concrete as the trees parted before him.

"He's going after that. Agilas or whatever," Takuya realised immediately.

"It must be a territorial thing," Osaki deduced. "Any ideas, people?"

"Just one," Gordon spoke up, "Let 'em fight. Chances are one of them will be killed, and the other ought to be wounded, which should make it easier to capture."

"So the two giant mutant dinosaur monsters are gonna fight," Kazama surmised, "Man, Jurassic Park wishes it could be this cool!"

Did you know: A Harrier jet can only hover for about 30 seconds before exploding. Pure fact.

Anyway, there's the belated arrival of Godzilla into this story, and I was again going for a more animalistic feel, similar to in the fight. Feel free to guess who the bad guys are and who's spying on them, though it's not the UNXCC.

Next Chapter: Exactly what you're all here to see… giant monsters beating the crud out of each other! All reviews welcome.