KellHound270's Work
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Chapter VI
Shinto Shrine to Raijin, Japan
"It was a surprise that no one saw coming," the monk said, leading the Monarch team to the destroyed shrine.
"I can imagine," Coleman said.
The team, consisting of Dr. Coleman, Jon Hudson, and a few other scientists, walked up to the former site of the shrine, where a massive cavern was now.
"Wanna look inside?" Jon asked.
"Uh, why don't you go first?" Sam replied nervously.
Jon smiled as he walked down into the cavern. It was steep, but manageable. He walked for a while before he saw a cave branch off. Entering the cave, he saw ancient drawings of fantastic creatures; one was the creature that was rampaging through Japan at the moment, the other looked an awful lot like Godzilla.
"He looks familiar," Sam noted.
"He does," Jon admitted, "but I don't think it's him."
"Why not?"
"Godzilla doesn't have a scar on his right eye."
Sam looked closer, and this specimen did indeed have a scar on it's right eye.
The paintings depicted the scarred Gojira and the giant arthropod in fierce battles. One drawing in particular stood out to them.
Gojira was lying down, presumably unconscious or exhausted. His spines were shattered, and he had an expression of pain on his face. The arthropod was standing next to him, it's mouth open in a triumphant roar and two long appendages extending from it's abdomen.
"I think I know who it is," Jon said.
"Who?" Sam asked.
There was a moment of silence, as if Jon didn't believe it himself.
"It's Dagon."
Yucca Mountain, Nevada
The convoy drove to the gate of Yucca Mountain, carrying G-Team personnel that were specially trained to deal with Titans.
Once inside, they ran through the vault of nuclear waste. There was one soldier for every door that had to be checked, and there were a lot of doors.
They all yelled "clear" as they peered through the peepholes that allowed visual contact. Each room was dark, and nothing was disturbed.
Except for one.
"Hey!" shouted the soldier who found a room that poured sunlight. Everyone turned to face him, and saw the light.
They opened the heavy door to reveal that the room was completely gone. A huge hole had been ripped out of the side of the mountain. One of the soldiers took out his binoculars and looked for any sign of a creature that could have done this.
And he found it. Or, rather, them.
One monster was very similar to the one in Japan, only smaller and less armored, and the second pair of arms was replaced with another set of legs. The other was small, with a long, snakelike body with centipede-like legs.
The two beasts walked through the nearby city of Las Vegas. The larger one swiped it's legs at the military units that had shown up, while the smaller one ate every person it came across. It seemed as if the larger one was actually protecting the smaller one.
"Man, we are in so much trouble," one of the soldiers said.
Siberia, Russia
The Gotengo flew through the air with the use of it's new air jets. It followed the route that was outlined by the signal.
"Anything yet?" Serizawa asked.
"Not a damn thing," Stanton replied.
"Any progress on a translation, Mark?" Graham asked.
"Best guess?" he responded, "it's a reassurance, like whatever this thing is, it's doing fine."
"Like when a mother asks it's child if it's OK," Barnes compared.
"Exactly. Now we just need to find the damn thing."
"Guys," Griffin called out from the pilot seat, "I think we found it."
The crew looked out the windows to see a huge crater that had melted out of the glacier plain. In the crater, hundreds of egg-like structures stood on the floor. The sight gave Martinez chills, as he had trypophobia.
"You OK, man?" Barnes asked.
"I'll be better once we land," Martinez replied.
The Gotengo landed on the rim of the crater. The soldiers immediately went to work in setting up a base camp.
"Are these eggs?" Dr. Chen asked.
"I think so," Stanton answered. "They're emitting low levels of radiation, and unless they're ellipsoids of uranium, they're most definitely Titan eggs."
Mark looked down on the sight before him. He wasn't sure about this.
"What's wrong, Mark?" Graham asked.
"I feel like these things are more dangerous than they seem," he replied. "Like, whatever the thing in Japan is, these things will hatch and become a hundred times as worse."
"I feel it too," Graham admitted. "Maybe we should set up some electrical pylons. For safety."
"That's not the worst idea."