Author's note 1:
READ THIS! READ THIS! READ THIS! READ THIS!
FUCKING. READ. THIS. !
Before we begin, I have to say something. And I have to say it before flames arrive and multiple Godzilla's fans arrive at my door with shotguns and rifles, firing bullets in the air.
I have NEVER, okay?, NEVER watched any of Godzilla's movies, anime, cartoons, or magazines.
Let me explain: I met Godzilla by watching by the 1998's movie, I kind of liked the creature and went to watch the 2014's one, unfortunately I had to wait this year for watching King of the Monsters on TV.
This is one of the reason I am team Kong when Godzilla vs Kong comes out (The Ape will win bitches!).
So what is, a non-fan like me, doing with a story in his hands?
Simple! There are a lot of Authors with shitty stories (along with shitty grammar) who are proud of their work even if the reviews criticize them with venom.
I wanted to point out this before any of you start rambling about how non-realistic this fanfiction is and how the situations are almost impossible to actually happen.
I am proud of this idea, and this story will stay on , no matter what. If any of you don't like this, then don't read it! Just please, criticize the chapters without insulting my persona, okay?
Having said this…
Enjoy!
"W-what's going on?" every limb of his body hurt so much, stings of pain made him erupt into desperate cries and tears began to fall from his eyes. Blood dripped from his mouth and from his leg, which was pierced by a debris, his left eye was scarred and black from the impact he did when the yellow energy connected with his house. He was breathing heavily…
His name is Kyle Davis, a citizen like anyone else in Boston...
And another victim of the Titans' attacks…
Unlike most of the people who abbandoned their home, Kyle believed that the situation would eventually be stabilized. The Titans' attacks would cease, perhaps Godzilla would put Ghidorah in his place, then it would swim in the sea, back from where it came, just like it did with the MUTOs.
Yea, Kyle did not know if Godzilla was a "he" or a "she", so he opted for "it" when talking about the giant monster. But right now it wasn't his main concern…
"Aww! F-fuck…" he gripped the stairs leading to the first floor, he had to get to the kitchen, lean down and get the shrapnel out of his leg. Maybe some tools would help him.
The floor under him creacked when he made his first step, he was wondering if it would collapse. The second foot was not the best idea, as he hissed from the sting sensation his damaged leg gave him. "F-fuck!" he took a hold of the wall and threw his body ahead of him. The door to the kitchen was still locked up. He held the doorknob with a bloodied hand and yanked it open.
A rush of wind and rain hit him like a tornado. He looked around confused and found his answer, half of his home was destroyed by Ghidorah's blast. It was cut in two, the display made him remember a situation like the movie "The day after tomorrow" where the skyscraper was half missing because of a tornado wrecking it.
Anyway, he remembered the medkit was in the kitchen, he kicked a rock nearby with his good leg. "Fuck!" he stopped and got an idea. "Perhaps it's not that smart, but I can use some toilet paper and water to disinfect the wound and take off my belt to seal it…" he turned around and headed for the bathroom.
He tested his luck and tried to turn on the light. Nothing happened…
"Figures, and here I tought luck would make electricity still run even after half of the house is gone…" he prepared himself for the situations where the lights were off, he always had a torch on him. He gave little punches with his palm on its side and after a few moments it turned on. He pointed around and found some water dripping from the ceiling as well as a few cracks.
"This place is not safe, better hurry up…" he took the toilet paper rool and sat on the toilet bowl. He lowered his jeens and looked at the wound. Luckily the shrapnel wasn't that big, but it left a nasty hole. He placed the torch between his teeth and got the thing in his hand. Giving a few quickly breaths, he snatched the shrapnel out his wound, giving a groan of pain. He worked immediatly with the toilet paper and used his belt to seal the wound, wrapping it around the interested area.
"This should do…" at least no more blood leaked from the damaged limb, so he sighed in relief, placed the torch in his pockets and sprinted for the exit, all the while limping a little. "I should be able to walk somehow normally in a bit, I have to leave the city before this escales too much…" by some miracle his red jeep wasn't invested in Ghidorah's blast, he got inside to avoid the rain and turned the vehicle on.
"The bridge is no option…" while Ghidorah went on rampage and Godzilla arrived, Kyle saw some jets in the distance. "…perhaps they could help me if I make my presence known…" with a new plan in his mind, Kyle hit the accelerator and headed for his next destination at full speed.
"Okay, okay, the jets are of course in the centre of the fight. I'll need to avoid the two titans as much as I need to and get the attention of the other military forces…" he snorted. "…should be easy enough…" driving trough an abbandoned city felt surreal, it looked like an horror movie. And in the distance, Kyle could hear the fighting between Godzilla and Ghidorah.
He passed near the stadium where Ghidorah first started to wreck things. He saw in the distance various figures and… was that a transport? "This is my chance!" he stopped the car and limped towards his freedom. He saw a woman approaching the rail bars but Ghidorah saw her, it looks like the three headed monster was beating Godzilla to a pulp by the way it was trying to get up from the ground. He caught glimpses of the woman sprinting for a jeep while some… kid? Tried to call her back.
The transport soon ascended in the sky. "No, no, no! Wait! I'm here too!" he wawed his hands and arms around. They did not see him…
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he gripped his hairs in frustration. "Okay! Okay! Think, Kyle! Think!" his eyes widened in surprise.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kyle! Listen, me and my friends bought a boat for a little trip. Want to join us?" his friend John asked. Kyle could only roll his eyes.
"Sorry, John. I know that you taught me how to start a boat and everything but I'm busy with work and everything. You know, hospital calls!" his friend cuckled on the other side.
"Maybe next time then, see ya around!"
"The boat! I-i can use the boat to escape…" he sprinted for his car and got inside. He turned the engine on and did the U shape with it, he headed for the sea. "I still have time…" his eyes were filled with determination, if he still had a chance, hell he wasn't going to waste it.
He arrived at the port and saw it. It was a medium boat, enough for five people at maximum. Easy to start and use. He turned on his torch and got to work, turning on the engine and everything else.
ZIUM! ZIUM! ZIUM!
He froze in place, he slowly turned around and got off the boat. He watched as… Godzilla faced Ghidorah? Unlike before the monster was glowing in strange yellow light, Ghidorah shot at its body with his mouths but it only seemed to feed Godzilla with more energy.
Kyle realized too late why the military and the transport were so fast to leave the city…
Godzilla had gone nuclear…
In fact the structures and various buildings melted around its area. The monster closed its eyes for a few moments before it roared, realising a massive amount of energy. Kyle even caught a few glimpses of Mothra's wings, the strike was coming in his way.
He closed his eyes…
He did not how the knock was practically melting his body or how he was throwen in the air like one of those very unstable winds. He couldn't because he fell in the sea…
And yet with the following two other strike of energy he did not die…
But rather something was changing… the radiation were not dissipating his body like they did at first and how they were supposed to do. They were re-shaping his body… in something new…
The sea continued to carry him outside Boston as the process continued…
Author's note 2:
Ok! Now you can begin to flame my fanfiction etc.
This story will be a training ground, meaning I will take it seriously when writing but only because I want to progress with english seeing as it's my second language.
I repeat, I only accept criticism without insults and I will be happy to answer each review.
Fiamma out!