Mothership
"Why?" G asked the new-and-improved Gigan. "Why are you doing all this? You didn't have to upgrade yourself to be better."
"QUIET, YOU." Gigan screeched. "You defeated me yearsh ago. I'm not letting that happen again."
"So this is because of the fight with Megalon and Jet J-"
"It'sh much, much more than that. I wash the joke of the monshtersh. They thought I had potential when they firsht shaw my body of living weaponsh, but when they found out you beat me, I wash a laughingshtock. I hoped I'd get another chansh to kill you. I did, during that other war a few yearsh ago. I wash upgraded. I wash treated like a true king. I thought I could get revenge on your ash by killing Godzilla here. But, NOOOPE! That didn't happen! I got my ash handed to me by a moth. It wash over. All over. Well, I thought sho. I was given one lasht chansh with thish fight. I could have won, if it washn't for the fact I wash shtill treated like garbage. I wash given a crap group and a crap army. To make mattersh worsh, I wash unknowingly shwapped with ShpaceDickwad and hish shtupid ashhole colleaguesh. That wash the lasht shtraw. I wanted to upgrade myshelf, without anybody'sh conshent. I added thingsh to me that would make me a better weapon. There are three thingsh on my lisht of deshtruchtshun, and I plan on deshtroying them: You guysh, ShpaceGodzilla and company, and the Earth. I want to prove I'm not jusht shome youshlesh beasht. I no longer want to be jusht 'Gigan'. I want to be Shuper Mega Death Keizer Ultra Grand King Hyper Gigan X...2000."
"You want to be the Destroyer of Worlds?" I asked him.
"Yesh...That shoundsh coller than what I came up with, actually...But I'm not taking your petty wordsh. I'm not with you guysh, and I'm certainly not with the aliensh. I am my own shide. I am the Shuper Meg-"
"Shut it," Big G said. That's the first time I've heard him talk in a while...I almost forgot what he sounded like. "Guys, let go of me. I'm capable of standing up"
Me and Anguirus let go of Big G's arms. I forgot we were holding him up, and he certainly didn't need the help. He could stand up now, which was good.
"Well, well," Gigan cackles. "It appearsh that the beasht talksh, too!"
"Gigan, you stupid shit. I've had it. I've only seen you for five minutes, and I'm getting sick of hearing your voice. Now I know why I forgot what you looked and sounded like back during the War. Because you were just another monster resurrected with weapons that looked dangerous but weren't. Because you swing your ego around like it was your little cloaca. Your voice sounds like someone shoved a kazoo up your ass. I wasn't there to witness it, but I think the other monsters were right. You're just a laughingstock. All you do is...all you do is boast about how you'll defeat us, and you never actually do. You barely tried to fight me during the War. You just tied me up and dragged me towards your sawblade. What? Couldn't you just walk right up to me and slash my fucking guts out? And, so what if Mothra killed you? She died, too. The only reason she's still here is because she can regenerate like a goddess should. Why are you even here? You heard that Mothra and Grandpaps are going to the rift. You could have killed us already and went for them. They both aren't the strongest. You could have killed them, and stopped us from doing anything. You didn't. You won't, because you're too busy bragging, and whenever someone says something mean to you, all you do is act like a crybaby. If you want to be the Destroyer of Worlds, or whatever, you'd take those insults with a grain of salt. But. You. Don't. You run away, you try to act tougher, and you get your ass whooped. It repeats and it will never stop. Don't blame your programming. Your a cyborg. You have mechanical weapons, not mechanical brains. Real brains. Real gray matter. Sadly, you don't use it. Ever. So, why don't you just...just shut the fuck up. Okay?..." He took a deep breath in and out. "Now, then. Either fight like the Destroyer you claim to be, or run away like the prissy bitch you are."
Gigan looked a little nervous, now. My eyes adjusted to the dark light, and I could finally make out what he looked like.
His head still looked like his head, but the spikes on his skull that ran down his neck were sharper, like knives almost. His whole torso was made up of metal bits, like he tried to put everything together in his garage or something. His sawblade was larger, sharper, and looked like it could spin really fast, enough to cut bone within a microsecond. The fins on his back looked like they were made of thin strips of metal with little bumps on the ends. The weren't connected by a webbing of sorts. They were connected by electricity. The webbing was literally electricity, sparking and buzzing. It hit me that the 'thin metal strips' were those Tesla Coils. Huh, I guess being evil means replacing flesh with sparks. Those hooks on his arms were more like blades now, just barely curved at the tips. On his elbows were smaller blades, which I guess were for defense? Gigan had a spikey-ball thing, which had a tiny hook replacing one of the spikes, at the end of his now longer prehensile tail. His feet hooks were thinner, too., but they weren't weapons. Probably more for keeping a good grip on the ground. All in all, Gigan looked more like a true war machine and less of a goof. I guess he wasn't joking when he wanted to be a better weapon.
"Y-you..." Gigan mumbled. "...you're...You're right. I am a wush. I shuck at everything. I don't desherve thish body. I don't desherve anything. I'm worthlesh...Ish what I would shay if I washn't tough. I AM SHTRONG, DAMMIT! I WILL NOT TAKE CRAP FROM ANYBODY, ESHPESHIALLY YOU."He took his hook/spike tail and shoved it into the still-healing hole in Big G's chest. It went right through his body. It exited through his back. He was impaled. "I've had enough of you." He then dragged his writhing body towards him. "I should have killed you a long time ago. I should have jusht ran into that generator, an shtab you. I don't care if the ship explodsh, I want you to die." He put his blades at Big G's neck. "Let'sh make that wish true, hmm?"
Alright.
Okay.
I've tried to keep my calm all this time.
I tried my best not to let my rage out, even when destroyed half of this ship just to get to that arena trap.
But when Big G's life is on the line, I don't care what happens. He's my significant other, and I can't let him die.
I felt myself getting hot. Real hot. That horn on my forehead was getting real hot, too. My friends noticed, too, because they backed away from me. Gigan was cackling too much that he was oblivious at what was about to happen.
I promised myself I would never use my horn ray ever. It makes my adrenaline go at top speed.
I'm breaking that promise.
A hot, searing beam of heat emanated from my horn, right at Gigan's chest. His 'impenetrable armor' was melting right off. It went through his whole chest. It exited through his back. He was impaled. He was screaming in pain. He let go of Big G, who was still stuck on his tail. He flailed around. He was on the floor, looking like he was in agony. I heard someone say stop, but I couldn't control it. Once the Rage Train starts, it doesn't stop until justice is brought.
I cut Gigan's whole chest in half. He was still screaming. When the beam died out, I lunged at his exposed wires. I ripped out combinations of organs and gears. I ripped it all out. I kept doing so until the stupid visor on his head went out, and his screaming started to sputter and stop completely. All movement ceased. I let out a large roar, feeling very primal.
I then snapped back into reality. Everyone was looking at me mortified. I was out of breath. I was trying to think of something to say.
"Uh...ah...Well, somebody had to do it," I say.
While everyone still looked at me with a concerned look, I turned to the limp body of Big G.
The limp body of Big G. The limp bleeding body of Big G.
The limp, lifeless, bloodied body of Big G.
Oh, my god. No.
