Titanus Titanosaurus
By H.R.C. Stanley
Chapter One
Location: The Bermuda Triangle
Timedate: 15th March 2014, Two Months before the Godzilla & MUTO Incident
Deep in the dark depths of the otherwise moonlit ocean, mighty and intimidating shark gently and quietly stalked the shadowy waters, its cold, black, unblinking eyes stared intently into the dimly lit blue, hunting for potential prey. Several metres away, it spotted a lone fish straying from its school, wandering without a hint of care or awareness of foreboding danger. Gaping its mouth and focusing its sights completely on the target, the shark swung its tailfin and moved in for the kill.
However, before it could even reach its prey, the shark soon found itself between the jaws and teeth of a much larger beast. Realising the coming threat, the small fish fell into a state of panic and frenzy as it . The dying shark briefly struggled with its last seconds of life before the sharp saurian teeth crushed it entirely, unleashing chunks of blood and meat, and saturating the sea with dark red.
The gigantic sea-beast swallowed his feast whole and carried on to the next. His bright blood-red scaly skin and midnight-blue bulbous spots faintly glistened under the rippling moonlight above. A webbed dorsal fin ran from the top of his head down to the bottom of his log neck, while another larger neural spinal fin across his back waved and rippled with the sea. His webbed claws and feet dragged his long slender body, around 600 feet from his head to the very the end of his finned tail, and his emerald-green slit reptilian eyes glowed and lit up the dim waters.
The titanic saurian then pressed on downward to the ocean floor, deeper and deeper, where what seemed to be various pieces of wreckage dominated. Downed ships and sunken planes, lost and consumed by years, if not decades, of slow rust and decay. A few bones and skulls of varying size and shape laid scattered and half-buried in the sands, and even a couple of still-living fish shuddered and cowered deep in the shadows, hoping not to be the next meal.
As the saurian titan gracefully floated, he remembered something; years of cold fights and battles for dominion, scurrying across the hollow caverns of the Earth, and brutal and bloody duels to near-death against the blue-flame King himself. Snorting his snout, the Titan cringed and grimaced before carrying on.
Location: Somewhere in Vermont
Meanwhile, Alan Jonah slowly marched his way into the pub, grabbed the door handle, and pushed it open without even a hint of hesitation. Stepping inside, he scanned around the area; various people sat around round wooden tables and kept mostly to themselves, chatting among each other and sipping pints of glass. Ceiling lights bathed the bar in what seemed to be an aura of burning orange and sickly red and a game of cricket played on a TV on a wall.
After a moment of wandering, Alan soon spotted the person he was looking for; a pale-faced, short black-haired, and almost androgynous individual of mid-to-late 20s, wearing a loose black shirt and tight jeans, sat quietly near a corner and rhythmically tapped a finger on a half-filled pint glass. Their eyes gave off an almost-blank stare at the glass and their lips briefly stiffened for a bit. Upon recognising them, Alan took a seat opposite of the person, catching them off-guard, by surprise, and out of their daze.
"The Stormkiller987, I presume?" Alan asked.
"Yes?" the other person replied.
"So we finally meet face-to-face," Alan said. "In the right time and place, I might add, as planned and promised."
"You're HalogenCobra?" they remembered.
"Indeed I am," Alan confirmed. "At least we both know to use online aliases in order to keep our identities hidden and concealed, even in the dark web." He then gave off an open hand. "My real name's Jonah, Alan Jonah."
"My name is Storm Dubilett," the opposite person revealed as they took his hand and quickly shook.
"So... do you come to this place often?"
"Usually, I guess."
"Is that the reason why you chose it as our place of meeting?"
Storm took a sip of their pint before answering Alan's question. "Not the only reason."
"But it is a reason nonetheless, isn't it?"
Slightly intimidated by Alan's cold stare, Storm slumped back and sighed. "It's probably the only place where I feel I can actually go to and be myself, reflecting and everything. Where people can actually stop judging you for what you are or how you look."
"I'm sure some of my fellow mercenaries will found that quite relatable," Alan nodded before reminding. "But let's look at a bigger picture here and discuss what we're actually here for."
"Yeah okay," Storm said as they pulled up a backpack from under the table and onto a chair next to them, unzipped it open, and pulled out a few photos. "I was hesitant about posting them online to the website. I was worrying that most people would dismiss it as a hoax, but I'm hoping you'd believe what I found," Storm said, placing the photos upon the table as Alan picked up one in particular that immediately caught his eye especially, a large bright-orange web-like fin emerging from the rippling surface of an ocean, spread and stretched out wide and frozen in a still life.
"Might as well be a good thing since the Monarch folks would've likely tracked the photos' source to your location and hunted you down like they tried with me," Alan said as he turned his eyes to observe some of the other photos: one showing stony huts of Machu Picchu, another featuring a dimly-lit cave drawing of a mammoth-esque creature, yet another centred on a sinkhole site, another revealed what seemed to be a sea-dragon peaking its head out of an ocean cave, one depicting a large Shisa statue, another showed an elephant-like head atop a long neck swimming down a jungle river, and a last one featured a hole in the snowy peak of Mount Fuji.
"I didn't take all of them myself, mind you," Storm reminded. "Some of them were sent to me from a friend of mine, who I don't even think took them either."
"Hmph, nevertheless, there's potential here," Alan commented, mildly amused. "Which, aside from sharing a general on mankind, is why I'm offering you a place among my cell team. So do you accept?"
Storm took a moment to think it over, knowing full-well that Alan might've said something true; they've too felt a sense of isolation from the rest of human society and saw their nature to hate one another. After taking a deep inhale, Storm steeled themself and made their decision.
"Yeah I do," Storm accepted with a intense look.
"Then let's begin..."
To be continued...