A massive metallic looking reptile roared ferociously throughout the midnight city. It's shout was so powerful that it rumbled the ground as if there were a devastating earthquake.

And just like that…

The people panicked below. Some ran, trying to escape the monstrous creature that stood above them. Others looked on in utter horror as their bodies were too afraid to move.

Everything changed.

The beast emitted blue electric lighting around itself, as it's spiny dorsal spines glowed ominously.

Humanity had now been reduced to nothing but livestock.

And with a sound shattering screech, the creature unleashed it's blast, aiming it mindlessly destroying everything below it as if it all were nothing but an ant pile.

We were now pests in a world full of devils.

Chapter 1: Into The Shadows

Date - August 9th, 1994

Time - 8:23 pm

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"Trevor!" A voice shouted. "C'mon man, this isn't funny anymore."

It was the voice of a teen, that was no older than 14. The boy had brown, laid down hair that was in a bob-cut style, natural light brown eyes, peach like skin, and he wore a red casual sweater with blue vintage jeans followed by red and white sneakers.

He continued to trail around the empty parking lot, his heart taking an extra beat with every step he took further into the alley. "I'm serious! This really isn't funny." He said. His body was now starting to quiver. After receiving yet another blank answer he turned himself around and cried, "O-Okay, f-fine! I'm going back home!" He tried his best to sound as menacing as he could, but it ultimately failed due to him holding back the urge to leave some stains in his pants.

However, just as he was about to leave the alley, a hand quickly touched his shoulder from behind. "BOO!" A voice shouted in his ear. "AH!" The boy screamed as he fell to the ground in shock. The other boy fell down with him on his back. "HAHAHA!" The prankster called Trevor laughed.

"Hu-Huh?" The boy said in confusion as he looked behind him, spotting his friend.

It was a boy with sawtooth black hair, nougat like skin, black coal eyes, and he was wearing a grey jacket with light blue vintage jeans and black sneakers.

"You should've seen the way you were about to cry!" Trevor laughed as he wiped his eyes. "It looked like you were gonna piss yourself."

Feeling embarrassed, the boy shouted, "G-Get off me!" As he tried to wiggle himself loose from Trevor's grip. "Or what? You gonna cry some more?" He teased. The boy continued to try and struggle his way out, but it was no use as he was the smaller one in size. "Just give it up, Jason. You're not getting out."

"Get off dude! I can't breathe!" panicked Jason. This was obviously a lie of course. Every time Trevor would get the upper hand on him somehow, the first thing he would resort to was yell out he couldn't breathe.

"Okay, say Uncle and I'll get off." bargained Trevor.

Immediately, Jason shouted out, "Uncle!"

"Hm? What's that I couldn't hear you." Trevor taunted.

"I said uncle!" Jason shouted again, this time slapping the ground with this right hand, signaling that he yields.

"I still can't hear you." He taunted further.

"UNCLE!" cried Jason from the top of his lungs. Chuckling, Trevor got up off of his back and said, "You're too easy." He then stretched out his hand for Jason to take. Moving hesitantly, the teen accepted his hand as he got up from the ground. Trevor then placed his arm around Jason's neck as a smile came across his face.

"But you do make for a good plush toy." He joked.

Jason only sighed as he looked down at his now dirtied sweater. "Look what you did." He told Trevor with faint anger in his tone. "Now mom's gonna kill me when I get home." The older teen eye'd down his friend's clothes, only to see that it was stained up with dirt everywhere. "Oops, my bad." He apologized as he scratched the back of his head. "I did get a bit carried away."

"More than a bit…" replied Jason, smugly, underneath his breath.

The two then made their leave from Old Valley Park. The time was already past evening and the night was fully out with the moon shining brightly up in the sky.

"I could sure go for some teriyaki right about now." Trevor remarked as the two continued their walk towards the town. Jason remained silent as he was too worried about other things at the moment.

After a couple minutes of silence, the boys finally made their way into town. "Ah, feels good to live in Atlanta." Trevor said as he sniffed in some of the fresh air. He titled his head towards Jason, asking, "Whaddya say we head on down to Sea Dragon?"

"A-Are you serious? It's already night time, my clothes look like I just fell in a pile of dog shit, and I'ma be grounded for weeks if I don't get back home!" exclaimed Jason.

"Dude, live a little will ya? I was just playing." Trevor responded with a deadpan face. Jason crossed his arms and pouted. "It didn't feel like it." The two continued to walk down, passing very few people on the road. Jason's eyes dwindled as they knew why. And they weren't the only ones that knew either as when they passed a broadcasting new station, all it talked about was a giant Kaiju ravaging it's way through overseas. Jason stopped completely in his tracks to view the station.

"Just how long? How long do we have before this behemoth comes for us, huh?" The broadcaster said with an angry passion. "Congress has yet to respond to this crisis. I'm starting to think they were the ones that caused this! It's just obvious at this point. They wanted control, so they brought out a giant monster from some damn sci-fi movie! When will we stand up for our rights as human beings and take control of this situation, when?!"

"C'mon dude. You're gonna make yourself get home even later wasting time watching that." Trevor said, taking the boy's attention away from the monitor.

"O-Oh, right…" Jason responded as he started walking again.

The rest of the walk was in silence, it wasn't until the two were almost at their street for Jason to break the unwavering quietness by saying, "Hey, Trevor."

Upon hearing his name called, Trevor snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to the younger teen's direction. "Hm?"

"You ever...think of the future?" asked Jason, while holding his left arm.

The question caught him off guard as his eyes opened up a tad before quickly going back down. "Think of the future, huh?" He asked, rhetorically, as they kept walking. Trevor placed a hand underneath his chin and closed his eyes. "Well no, not really."

"What makes you ask, anyway?"

Jason looked to the ground with a river of fright. "I know you heard of that monster out there, Godzilla. It's the reason why barely anyone comes outside anymore. No matter how hard we try to look past the situation, we just can't!" vented Jason. "Just look at what it did to the countries overseas! It completely obliterated nearly half of everything over there. And it only took it three years!" Trevor listened on as Jason continued to let all his anxieties out about the Kaiju. "They say it's starting to make it's way over here next," he said as he wrapped his arms together, expressing just how worried he was, "and if it does come over here...chances are we'll all die." He lifted his eyes up from the ground and darted them straight at Trevor. "Do-Doesn't that worry you?" He asked with a creaky tone.

Silence filled the atmosphere for what felt like hours before Trevor finally broke eye contact and gazed up into the blazing sky. "Y'Know," he started, "I don't really think about that stuff. It's not cause I don't care or anything. It's just...what can you do?"

"B-But-"

"If you spend all your time worrying about something you can't control then you're just asking for depression." stated Trevor.

Jason's eyes gleamed in admiration at Trevor after he said that. It was like the sun was shining down on him as he walked. Sometimes, he was just this annoying bully of a friend he had to deal with, and other times he was like an old wise man sipping his tea watching the days go by. Altogether though, Trevor was the person he aspired to be. The dude was tall, strong, funny, and charismatic with all kinds of people. If only he could be like that then he wouldn't have half the problems he does now.

Trevor; however, noticed Jason's intense glare at him. To say the least, it made him a tad uneasy. "Wh-What's your deal?" He asked. Quickly, Jason snapped out his daze and shook his head. "S-Sorry it's nothing." He responded.

The two then arrived at the street sign that split up a road. To the right was where Jason lived and vice versa. Trevor turned and walked off, giving Jason a slight wave with his left hand. "Cya tomorrow."

"Cya." replied Jason as he turned and entered into his road.

As the teen walked throughout his street, he couldn't help but notice a man sitting on a bench not too far from his house.

'Who...is that…?' thought Jason as he slowed down his trot. He scanned his head left and right trying to check to see if any other civilians were near, but to his dismay there were none. 'This is pretty sketchy, just why did he have to be so close to my house?'

The teen turned himself around. 'Maybe I should turn back. It's not safe just walking past some random stranger.'

However, just before Jason could take a step. The sound of crying could be heard coming from the man. 'Huh?' He thought as he titled his head towards the strangers direction. 'Is he... crying?' Having his interest peaked, the teen took a couple steps forward - closer toward the bench. He tried to make himself look as normal as possible, but instead he ended up looking like a weed head on serious meds. And as he slowly crept past the bench, he finally got a good view of the man clearly. He was dressed down in a brown hat followed by a light cargo button up trench coat, and he was sobbing while staring down at a small picture in his hands.

Feeling the guilt tense up in his gut, Jason sighed before heading over to the man's direction. 'What am I doing?' He thought. When he was now only a few feet from the man he asked, "H-Hey mister. You okay?" Taken back by the sudden approach, the man quickly wiped his eyes and turned to face the boy. He was surprised when he found out it was none other than a child that came up to him. "Ye-Yes. I'm fine." He responded, trying to regain his composure.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine." said Jason. 'Don't push the matter, you idiot!"

The man sniffled as he glanced back down at the photo in his hand. "It's...my wife and daughter." He said sadly.

"Wh-What about them?" asked Jason as he took a seat next to the man on the bench. '...Why did I just sit down next to a random stranger?'

"They recently passed away." A sniff escaped his noise as he said it.

"Oh, I'm sorry that happened…" replied Jason as he titled his head downward. He wouldn't know what he would do if his father or mother died, so he could only imagine what this man must be going through.

"... What's your name, son?"

"It's Jason. Jason Price, sir."

When he said that, the man's eyes swiftly broaden for a split second before turning back down to there demented shape.

"How old are you?" He asked. "14, I turn 15 two days from now." Jason responded while mentally face palming himself. 'Why did I tell him that? He didn't need to know. Ugh! I'm such an idiot.'

"You are quite generous for a youngin' at that age. Even more tolerable than some folks my eon." complimented the man. Jason scratched his head sheepishly as he chuckled lightly. "My parents always told me to be respectful of my elders."

"Ah, you're quite the lucky one then." He said as a soft smile crossed his face. Jason continued on with his sheepishness and said, "Yea. I guess I am." The man extended his hand forward and said, "My name's Richard Marturello." Staring at the hand for a quick second, the teen decided to accept it. "Nice to meet you mister Marturello." Richard nodded his head. "Likewise."

There was something odd about the man's hand that Jason really couldn't put a finger on. Was it the black glove he was wearing? Though, before he could think any deeper into it, the man's wristwatch started beeping. The boy glanced at the digital watch seeing that time was 10:45 pm. His body initiated autopilot as he swiftly got up from the bench. "HA! I'm way past my curfew! My parents are gonna kill me!" He shouted. He then turned to Richard and remorsed, "Sorry for your lost sir!" Without wasting another second he ran off towards his home.

Marturello stared at the boy as he ran off. His eyes did all the talking for him. He then stared back down at the watch before getting himself off the bench.

Jason quickly ran up the stairs to his house, thinking of stories to explain to his parents why he was late. 'Alright, be prepared to take on both of their nagging. I'll tell them that I got lost in the sewage tunnel, that's why my clothes are a mess.' He inhaled one good time before opening the door. 'Here goes nothing.' He thought. "I can explain! I had got lost in-"

"...What?" He asked no one in particular.

He was expecting all hell to break loose when he entered in, but to his surprise nothing happened. Nobody was at the entrance waiting for him. That was very unlike his parents. 'What's going on here…?' He thought to himself as he looked around his living room. 'That's odd, they're usually at the door waiting for me to get back.'

He quietly went up the stairs - making his way to his parents room. And as he entered their room, he didn't see any trace of them anywhere. 'Okay… what the hell is going on here?' His heart started to beat a little faster as he walked up to examine their bed.

'My parents aren't the type to just up and leave without saying anything.'

He placed his head through their red covers, searching for anything, anything at all that his parents went somewhere. The more he looked and found nothing, the more his heart started racing. "Okay, this is bad." He said frantically as he ran down the stairs. "MOM! DAD!" He shouted as he checked every area of the house. However, he found nothing.

"This is REALLY bad!" He exclaimed. His eyes started to tear up as his heart rate increased. 'C'mon, there has to be something around here. Think!'

His thoughts were interrupted as a loud intimating KNOCK was heard at the door.

It was as if everything just turned silent. The only thing Jason could focus on was the sound of his heart about to break the sound barrier, and the knock happening outside the door.

But for what was about to happen next, he couldn't have possibly been prepared in the slightest...

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BANG!

A loud explosive luminescent light went off throughout the entire city. And it was that massive thunderous ear ripping sound that caused Jason to regain his senses, but it didn't matter as a flash of white covered his windows. 'Oh fuc-'

BOOM!

His entire house lit up in an explosion.

The blast from the unknown explosion was so powerful that it blew away small to large scale sized vehicles; causing them to crash into buildings creating damaging destruction everywhere.

People that were out in the city were immediately swept up off their feet and blown away due to the high pressure that emitted the atmosphere. The streets of Atlanta, everywhere, were becoming a bloody battlefield as people were dying by the second. The range of the eruption expanded even further than this city as places like: Acworth, Alpharetta, and Austell were hit heavily as well.

As the steamy smoke dispersed little by little from the center, a ginormous black figure could be seen forming. The silhouette was taller than any building by far, it was like a whole mountain had gotten up off its firm feet in the ground.

From the damage the monster caused already, it left little to no survivors - counting every city mentioned. This thing was a walking nuke waiting to destroy anything in its path. The more the smoke cleared, the more the creature unleashed it's alpha roar; claiming its dominance over Georgia.

U.S Military Headquarters

Time - 12:43 am

Hundreds of soldiers readied themselves as a few jets began to take off.

"Commander, sir!" A soldier said as she entered the control room, running up to a man who was dressed down in black and blue navy clothes. He had a gleamy bald head, light wrinkles across his dark rough skin, brown chocolate eyes, and he was quite the height standing at 5'11.

"Hm?" The general said as he removed his eyes from the screen monitor.

The soldier gave a salute before exclaiming, "Air squad Charlie has already departed. Our fleets are all geared and ready to make the transition to enemy territory on your command, sir!" The sergeant took out a small camouflage like water canteen - filled with wine. He then took a small sip out of it, calming himself. "Ah." He sighed, relieved. He mentioned the canteen over to the soldier. "Want some?" He asked in the most upright manner. "N-No sir!" The woman replied, maintaining her salute stance.

"You know," the commander trailed as he took another shot, "it's rude not to accept someone's offer." The soldier sweat-dropped as her left eye twitched nervously. "At ease." ordered the sergeant as he stared back to the heat signature of Godzilla. The trooper dropped her hands to her side at his command. "We're about to go up against the most destructive thing the world has ever seen." He said as he placed both hands behind his back; the canteen still being in his right. "You have to have a sober mind."

"Any drop of agitation, even a tiny dabble. You can call yourself a dead man."

The soldier gulped as the thought of being crushed alive by Godzilla's inhumane teeth crossed her mind.

The commander placed the small canteen back into his chest pocket as he walked past the trooper, exiting out the control room. The squad leader could only watch as the door closed behind her.

'Commander Tony Smith. The most feared man in the entirety of the Black Knights. At twenty three years old he was presumed to have saved 61 soldiers on the battlefield in enemy territory with nothing but only his hands and a pocket knife alone...I see why they call him the One Man Mantilla.' She thought.

As the veteran walked down the halls of the dome like-base, he couldn't help but think of the events that were going to occur soon. He knew full well that his men weren't ready to take on such a task as this, but yet he refused to call anything off. This was going to be cold innocent blood on his hands. When Smith exited the building and stepped foot at the mainland of the air force base - everybody stopped what they were doing and gave the commander all of their attention. They all ran up to him and lined up in horizontal rows.

"SIR!" The soldiers yelled in usion.

The commander moved his eyes through the lines, gauging how many people were going to be killed for a reason unknown. He took back out his canteen, and chucked up another shot. "Aahh." He exhaled. Suddenly, his eyes became stern as a strong vain appeared on his neck.

He inhaled from the top of his chest and shouted, "ALRIGHT CADETS! LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL BECAUSE I'M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE!"

"TODAY, THIS IS WHERE YOU TAKE OFF THOSE PANTIES HOLES YOU SISSIES WEAR! TODAY, YOU SPINELESS SCALLYWAGON CHICKENS BECOME SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOURSELVES! TODAY, WE BRING DOWN THE MAN KILLING BASTARD KNOWN AS GODZILLA, NOT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF OUR FUTURE, BUT FOR YOUR CHILDREN'S FUTURE AND THE FUTURE AFTER THEIRS! TODAY, WE MAKE HISTORY!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"NOW! LET'S GO TAKE THIS SON OF A BITCH DOWN!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

It was like a fire was set underneath the hearts of the men who heard his speech. Wasting no more time, some soldiers entered into a jet, while others hopped in helicopters, and the rest took the mobile land vehicles such as tanks.

The commander pounded his chest as he took a final sip of his canteen. 'It's finished now.' He thought to himself as he wiped his mouth. 'You better damn sure hope your plan works, Doctor.'

Atlanta, Georgia

Godzilla continued on his rampage firing it's atomic blast everywhere. The entire city now looked like a party spot for the underworld as buildings were desolated, streets were torn apart, houses disintegrated, and bodies all lined across the ground as few survivors, nearly none, screamed in terror running with what little they had trying to escape. The Kaiju wasn't even close to being finished there either. It's rage had no bounds.

Meanwhile, Jason's entire house was in rubbish. Nothing remained standin'. The only thing that could be seen was Richard, the man from the bench, digging through the debris. If it weren't for the heavy gloves he had on, his hands would've had to go through rehabilitation due to the amount of wounds he would've received.

It felt like hours had passed before he finally spotted a hand, dripped in blood, stretched across two wooden boards.

"Oh no…" Richard said sadly as he quickly made his way over to the dis-configured hand. He scooped down on his knees and swiftly removed the plank - revealing Jason's crushed right half. His face was barely recognizable as his lip was scorched off. Richard had to squint his eyes in disgust at the site.

"...What have they done to you, son?" He asked softly, expecting no answer. His remorse was dismally cut short as another loud ROAR was heard coming from inside the center of the city.

Not wanting to stick around any further in this hell hole, Richard powered through and removed the rest of the planks across Jason's corpse. And though his body was pretty disfigured, he could still pick him up from his hands and carry him on his back. "It'll be alright." assured Richard, to the corpse.

Once Jason's hands were completely around his neck, he walked off; away from the monster's roars.

The military jets swooped in to Atlanta at high speeds. There were currently four of them - they were grouped in a formation. The middle jet was the one upfront with two wing men on his right and two on his left.

"Alright boys," the middle pilot said with a nervous smirk across his face, "look alive." He flipped down a couple buttons above his head, getting ready to start firing.

"Hard to look alive when everything's dead around you." Another pilot replied as he looked out his window, seeing the damage done to the city. It was unreal. "Don't tell me you're about to shit yourself now," the blue-eyed blonde pilot, said, "we're just about to knock that bastard back to where he came from."

And as if on cue, a fast large whip-like figure came speeding through the fog created by the fire in the buildings, making contact with one of the jets exploding it. "!?" The pilots glanced at their fallen comrades plane in shock as it went up in flames. The creature's tail then started to advance itself to another jet.

"E-EVERYBODY MOVE!" The leader shouted as he jerked his aircraft to the left. However, the same couldn't be said for the furthest one on the right as the tail approached it faster than what the pilot could react. The soldier inside could only look in horror as death knocked on his door. He gave a frantic look to the captain of the squad through his glass before his plane sliced in half, detonating in the process.

"N-No…" The middle pilot said quietly, stunned that their numbers dropped so fast.

"WE NEED TO FALL BACK NOW, BECKET!" The other pilot shouted. The soldier was too shocked to hear him however. "BECKET!" The pilot screamed out again, finally catching his attention. "Hu-Huh?" He responded, confused on what to say.

"We need to retrea-"

A blue electric beam shot through the sky, faster than what the cadets could see, blasting straight through the jet besides Becket. The aircraft shot up in flames as the squad leader watched yet another one of his member get taken out by the creature.

The private could do nothing but watch in dread as the beam faded away. A pair of glowing ominous eyes appeared through the fog, glaring directly at Becket's aircraft. The man stared back at the creature with his eyes quivering, begging him to look away. Although, the two glances at each other were short lived as Becket's craft headed straight for a desolated building.

"RICHARD!" The last remaining member yelled out.

However, he was too paralyzed in shock to try and move out of the way. His hands felt like they were dead lead as the blood circulation in them stopped. Becket's head finally made its way in front of him as his eyes widened - just in time enough to see a scorched building only an inch away from his aircraft's nose. "AH-"

The jet blasted into flames as it continued to fly straight through the building.

Godzilla looked up to the sky as the smoke covering his body had completed vanished. He opened his mouth and shot out his atomic breath to the sky, lighting up the dark clouds that dwelled above him.

The kaiju continued to disintegrate any and everything in its path, moving from Atlanta to places like: Charlotte, Jacksonville, Louisville, New York, California, and Memphis. The whole United States was under the creature's wrath.

Every military attempt to stop Godzilla failed miserably as the central government hadn't had any warfare technology strong enough to damage it. The death count was rising in the U.S at an enormous rate.

In a desperate attempt to subdue the beast, congress decided to risk half the population's life with an all out nuke attack. After the first attempt though, they quickly found out that was the greatest mistake they could pull as it only empowered the creature.

Everything became utter hell on Earth.

End

Disclaimer: I do not own Pacific Rim or Godzilla.

So, just wanted to say that this story takes place in the Netflix's series Pacific Rim: The Black Universe. Well, technically since from the first Pacific Rim movie to uprising there all connected anyway. And of course, since I'm using Netflix's Pacific Rim, I just went ahead and used their Godzilla Earth series too.

It's a crossover between the Netflix's series.

Because, why not?

Also, I'm going to try and push my creativity with this one. So I'm making up an entirely different lore for both Pacific Rim and Godzilla, so expect to see some things be familiar and other things completely changed.