Day 14

Gigan today had allowed me to rest. We both sat at the edge of the mountain, our legs dangling down towards the Earth, as we watched the sun rise in the distance.

'You know, you have learnt much faster than my other students. Hokmuto only began to remotely improve a month into his training. I am proud of you,' Gigan said.

'Thank you. When will you allow me to go and kill Destroyah?'

'I'm not sure. Be patient.'

There was a short pause between us, as beautiful ripples of gold tinted the sky.

'Would you like to know one of the most important parts of your training?' He asked, as his sword-like hands dug into the mountain.

I turned to look into his eye- a simple, red streak across his forehead.

'Yes.'

Gigan sighed.

'Many students have failed to do this. You must be without fear. Without any emotion, even love must not exist in your mind. You must have the ability to ignore pain, and show that you feel nothing.'

'Why?'

'Because showing your pain is a sign of weakness. It's the way your enemy knows that they are succeeding. They will only make you suffer more.'

'Then why not show any other emotions? Why keep it all inside?'

'Because they then know who to kill to truly make you feel hurt. There are many other reasons as well, but this is the one thing no student has attempted to try... do you... do you accept?'

'...I'm sorry, Gigan. I can't. It's my love for Junior that has inspired me to do this vendetta. I can never stop loving my friends, even if most of them are dead.'

Gigan watched me. I expected to see a look of disapproval form on his beaked face, but instead he seemed to understand.

'I see... I see... I myself am having difficulty with ignoring my emotions as well. It's a very difficult task.'

'What?'

'It doesn't matter. The good thing is that you have improved drastically.'

Later that day, 10pm

Gigans POV

I lay on the ground, trying to sleep. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop remembering the time my heart was torn...

I was only a small, twelve year old creature. I lived on this very mountain, with my mother- my father had recently been killed by a creature called 'King Ghidorah', who had come here to kill other monsters, and had probably been enslaved by aliens. He was still out there.

'Mother, will Ghidorah kill us?' I asked, terrified.

'No. Of course he won't! We're safe, I promise you.' She replied.

Oh, how ironically wrong she was.

It was only a day later Ghidorah came and killed her in front of my very eye. He just came flying overhead, and killed her with his gravity beams. She fell right in front of me, to my extreme horror. Her mangled corpse was covered in blood, and her death was instant. We never even got to say goodbye, or have any notice of her impending death.

I may act like a mindless, strict lunatic without any sympathy, but my actions are all driven by emotions that had been born that very day. I was driven by fear, anger and sadness. It was what got me to teach myself how to fight. It had motivated me. It had affected me more than the time these aliens found me and turned me into a cyborg (although, I did break free of their mind-control and leave Godzilla just as we were going to fight.)

This back-story was a bit of a short one, but what did you think of it?