Resurrection of Godzilla

Fanfiction by Gojizilla1954

"We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' I suppose we all thought that, one way or another" - J. Robert Oppenheimer

"Nature has a way sometimes of reminding Man of just how small he is. She occasionally throws up terrible offsprings of our pride and carelessness to remind us of how puny we really are in the face of a tornado, an earthquake, or a Godzilla. The reckless ambitions of Man are often dwarfed by their dangerous consequences. For now, Godzilla - that strangely innocent and tragic monster - has gone to earth. Whether he returns or not, or is never again seen by human eyes, the things he has taught us remain…" - Steven Ray Martin.

Prologue: Aftermath

Haneda Airport, Tokyo, Japan, 1996

The gorgeous night sky was choking on ash and smoke. What was once a refuge for aircraft from across the globe was now a field of desolation and death. Where once a hundred lights of civilization illuminated the night sky, now it was the hundred crackling flames. This was the staple of any kaiju attack. Death and destruction. Smoke and ash. Fire and flames. But this particular attack was like no other. Sure, it shared the devastation wrought by the kaiju attacks of the past. Sure, there was the heaping mass of flesh and blood that usually remained after a kaiju battle. But there was one thing about this pile of flesh in particular that made this attack unlike any before it.

It was the rotting corpse of Godzilla: the king of the monsters.

Kenkichi Yamane softly adjusted his thin, circular glasses as he stared at the melted mass that rotted a hundred meters before him. It appeared nothing like the titan it had been before. What had once been a towering, invulnerable leviathan was now nothing more than angry red mush. Of course, this would happen to anyone undergoing a nuclear heart attack. However, seeing the deformed and mushed remains of a monster - or, perhaps, king - that had survived so much was quite… perturbing.

Ken finally decided to remove his attention from the melting mush. Ken had never been really fascinated by Godzilla. Sure, he was a spectacular specimen and a marvel of biology, but Ken had never sought to study and obsess over Godzilla as his father had done. Ken had only wound up working with G-Force thanks to the stupid paper he had written about him, something he had done out of boredom rather than fascination. But even so, even Ken could admit how fascinating of a creature Godzilla was, and how unsettling it was to see him reduced to such a disgusting and lowly state.

Ken remembered vividly the expressions and reactions of those he had been with when they had watched Godzilla's demise. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. The public, of course, had begun to cheer and celebrate. After all, Godzilla had brought great pain and suffering to every city he had attacked. He had been responsible for thousands of dead and destroyed lives. At long last, after over half a decade of destruction, Godzilla's reign of terror was over. The king was dead.

And so was his heir.

Godzilla Junior, the adopted son of Godzilla, had far less notoriety than his father. Though G-Force had been aware of Junior's existence since 1993, his debut to the public had only been about half a dozen hours earlier, and he was already dead. Though Junior had technically defended humans, fighting back against The Destroyer that would eventually kill him, the public didn't see Junior in such a fashion. Much damage had been inflicted upon the district they had been dueling in and, in the end, Junior was still a Godzilla. He was still related, even if not directly, to the king of the monsters, and the folly of man. Though Godzilla was dead, he still had his adopted son to continue his violent and destructive legacy. But The Destroyer had killed Junior. There was no heir to Godzilla's throne. Godzilla's legacy would end here once and for all.

Or so the public thought.

Ken began to pick his way across the debris-riddle landscape, maneuvering around chunks of rubble and clans of flame. He watched as firefighters tackled each of the offending flames while ambulances rushed off with the dead and dying. Ken was keen to ignore the gut-wrenching sights, deciding instead to keep his focus on the dark waves of Tokyo Bay, which gleamed in the light of the moon. Ken sighed when he stopped to watch the water shift calmly in the night.

Out there, somewhere, Junior was, in fact, still alive. He had been killed by The Destroyer. For a moment, Godzilla's legacy had been dead. But, there was a reason that Ken was standing here and now. A reason why first responders rushed back and forth, and why soldiers secured the area. There was a reason why Tokyo wasn't an abandoned, radioactive ghost town.

During Godzilla's meltdown, the titan had spewed tons of radiation into the air, enough to easily make Tokyo an apocalyptic ghost town for decades, or perhaps even centuries. However, something odd had occurred. Suddenly, the radiation levels had dropped and a roar echoed from the mist created by Godzilla's meltdown. A roar which was oddly similar to Godzilla's own.

A roar from Junior himself.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Junior had arisen from the ashes of his own demise. But now he was a completely new being. When Junior had been an adolescent, he was clearly now an adult. He had stepped through the smoke, flexing his claws, the spitting image of his father.

The theory was that as Godzilla slipt into death, he passed on his life energy and radiation to his adopted son, reviving him and gifting him with a new body.

In simple terms, Junior had been resurrected.

Junior had, after giving a glance to his father's corpse, quickly rushed off and dove into Tokyo Bay. But rather than telling the public of Junior's miraculous recovery, G-Force decided to spread a different story. To keep the public from panicking about the rise of a new Godzilla, G-Force had decided to tell the media and the public that Junior had died with his father. To the world, the king was dead, and his lineage and legacy along with him.

Ken turned away from the shimmering waters and continued through the ruined airport. Soldiers ran this way and that, many of which carried flame throwers, scorching chunks of armored flesh that were scattered across the airfield. This was what Ken had come here for. The Destroyer, as powerful as it had become, had been defeated by Godzilla like so many of the leviathan's prior foes. However, the key difference between The Destroyer and those fallen kaiju, besides being so powerful, was that it had succeeded in killing Godzilla's son.

And there was no way Godzilla was going to allow himself to die without enacting justice upon his son's murderer. The Destroyer, being weak to extreme temperatures, had been obliterated by Godzilla's overheating uranium beam and by the following meltdown. However, another key difference between the Destroyer and other kaiju was that it was a hive mind. A collection of millions of small, Precambrian crustaceans with endless hunger, able to combine together to form an array of devilish forms. If so much as one survived, within a few years, the Destroyer could easily return, making Godzilla's sacrifice void.

But that wasn't what Ken had come out here for. He didn't at all care if the military burned every single chunk of flesh left. He was looking for something else: the Destroyer's blood.

During the fight, much of the Destroyer's blood had been sprayed across the airport, covering the plain in a sickly yellow soup. And another key aspect about the Destroyer, and what was probably the cause for his power, was that it had been mutated by none other than Serizawa's Oxygen Destroyer. If Ken could get his hands on a vial of the Destroyer's blood, there was no telling what he could discover.

He didn't intend to recreate the Oxygen Destroyer, especially after learning how the Destroyer was created. He was even hesitant to attempt to use the Micro-oxygen for an array of purposes. However, there was so much humanity could learn from kaiju. How they grew to be so large, how their beam attacks worked, how they were invulnerable to conventional weaponry. The Destroyer especially could give humanity unimaginable secrets from its DNA alone. Thus, Ken scoured the scarred fields of the Haneda Airport's runways, searching for a pool of the Destroyer's blood.

Unfortunately, the military was also burning the blood, a further measure in keeping such a powerful monster from returning. However, after a bit of searching, Ken was finally able to find an untouched pool of vomit-yellow liquid.

Kneeling down next to the pool and removing a small satchel from around his shoulder, Ken opened the bag and began sifting through its contents. Ken withdrew a pair of rubber gloves, sliding them over his hands to protect himself from the toxic fluid. He also withdrew a few small, plastic containers and an eyedropper.

Sticking the eyedropper into the frothy vomit, Ken withdrew a small sample of the sickly blood, dropping it into one of his cylinder containers. Ken grabbed another sample, sticking it into another container. But when Ken turned back to get the third sample, a slight movement caught his eye.

Amidst the yellowish muck, something wiggled and squirmed, creating ripples in the toxic liquid. His curiosity peaked, Ken reached down into his satchel and, after a moment of searching, withdrew a pair of tweezers. He leaned forward over the toxic blood and, with the utmost precision, snatched the object from the pool and dropped it onto the palm of his gloved hand. Squinting through his circular glasses, Ken began to observe the object wriggling in his hand.

It appeared like a small ball, about the size of his thumb, and colored dark green. The object also had a few small, yellow spots dotted here and there. It appeared rough, the object being covered in ridges, and a few tiny tendrils trailed from random positions on the object. It was definitely one of the oddest things Ken had ever seen. It looked like a tiny, overgrown, and deformed tennis ball.

Deciding to put his sense of touch to good use, Ken then extended a finger and began to caress the object's form, feeling each bump and ridge through the protective plastic of his glove. As Ken had guessed, the object had a rough texture, and it was also kind of squishy, almost like skin. But then, as Ken dragged his finger across the object's surface, he found an odd detail. He discovered that there was a small hole in the object, but not like holes in tennis balls or furniture. It was growing and shrinking over and over in a repeated pattern, almost like the mouth of a fish gasping for air.

Almost like it was a living thing.

Ken, an odd sensation washing over, then began to carefully turn the object over, unsure of what he may find on the other side. But when he did, a shocked gasp escaped his lips. Upon turning the object over, Ken found a sickly yellow eye staring right back.

The thing was alive.

"Fascinating…" Ken muttered, giving the odd creature a closer inspection. He extended his finger again, intent on continuing his investigation. However, this time, the creature's mouth shot forward, the ball thinning as the mouth expanded, appearing almost like the creature was trying to give him a sloppy kiss. But instead of kissing him, the creature latched onto the end of Ken's finger, sucking on like a leech.

So this must be how it eats, Ken though, examining the creature with fascination. The creature's bite didn't hurt. There didn't seem to be any teeth to break the skin with, let alone the protective plastic of his glove. The creature simply hung there, like a water droplet hanging from the edge of a leaf, determined to eat him but unable to do so.

Ken took the opportunity to continue his observation, and upon further examination, discovered that the creature didn't just have one eye, it had several. The several yellow spots that Ken had confused for being the creature's skin was, in fact, a single, tiny eye. There had to be at least half a dozen of them, all sporadic in size and position. And as Ken stared at each eye, they all simply stared right back.

Weird, Ken thought with a shudder. As far as Ken could tell, the creature didn't have any eyelids, so the endless stares of the sickly yellow eyes created an unsettled feeling within Ken's stomach. There was no way such a creature could possibly harm him, but Ken couldn't help but feel how wrong this creature was. This creature had been bathing in the blood of a kaiju, a kaiju that had been created from the deadliest superweapon in history. How this creature was still alive was astounding, and its alien appearance was something different altogether.

Ken had to study it.

But he couldn't study it here. Ken neither had the time or tools to even attempt any sort of experiments. Ken needed to take this thing into a lab, keep it alive, and study it even until after death. Ken would need to do this in secret, for there was no telling what G-Force would do if he just handed it over to them. They may just hand it over to a more experienced scientist, and give him all the credit for whatever discoveries he or she may find. Worse yet, they may just destroy it, fearing that it was a part of the Destroyer, and could grow into it someday.

Ken couldn't allow that to happen. Something about this creature just screamed that it was important, whether it be its odd appearance or odd resistance to such a toxic liquid. Ken would need all the time and secrecy he could get. Ken sighed. He had, like his father, went to college to become a scientist. However, it was going to be in biology, anthropology, or perhaps paleontology. It wasn't going to be in kaijuology, that was for sure.

But if Ken was to study this creature, and study it privately, he would need all the funds and knowledge of kaiju he could get. This meant, despite being the same organization Ken wanted to hide this secret from, he would have to join G-Force permanently.

And he would have to join as a kaijuologist.

Ken glanced down at the strange creature, still clutching to his finger. A part of him didn't like going behind G-Force's back, hiding a secret such as this. But another part won out in the end. The part that knew that this may be the discovery of a lifetime and didn't want to risk its destruction.

That, and the part that wanted to discover it for himself.

Ken ignored the selfish thought. This was for the benefit of humanity. Whatever secrets this creature held could completely revolutionize current thought. It would be far easier to make discoveries by himself than having to be restrained by endless red tape and chronic bickering amongst other scientists.

Ken filled up a plastic container with the Destroyer's blood, plucking the creature off of his finger and dropping it into the soup. Even as he closed the container with its lid, Ken could feel the creature's sickly yellow eyes staring into his soul. He made sure to throw off the feeling as soon as he could, taking a towel and cleaning off his plastic containers of the yellow goop. He carefully set the containers into his satchel and flung the contaminated towel into the pool for it to be burned. Ken, checking one last time that his containers, especially the one that the creature now resided in, were secure, began to head off for the helicopter.

Ken ignored the smoke rising from the city beyond. He ignored the soldiers rushing to and fro and the firefighters tackling the dying flames. Ken tried to ignore the first responders rushing grotesque and deformed bodies into ambulances. Ken tried to ignore the shattered cries of men and women who had lost their loved ones and those of the children grabbing at the silent bodies of their mothers and fathers. Ken tried to ignore the rotting corpse of the monster king, his burning roars of rage having been silenced once and for all.

Ken tried to ignore the silenced truth of Junior's resurrection, and the possibility of his return. But, as he reached the Sikorsky helicopter that had brought him here, he couldn't help but turn back towards Tokyo Bay. Junior, no matter how much the government may not want to admit it, was very much alive. He was out there, somewhere. The question wasn't whether or not he would return, but when.

Ken watched briefly as the sky began to morph into a rosy red sunrise, the shifting waters of Tokyo Bay and the Pacific Ocean turning into an elegant orange. No matter if Junior returned in one year or in ten, Godzilla's death marked the end of an era. An era of death and destruction. Chaos and carnage. But also an era of technological advancement and further the boundaries of human knowledge. And with Junior's secret survival and the contents in Ken's satchel, Ken somehow knew that Godzilla's death wasn't just the end of an era. It wasn't even the beginning of the end.

If anything, it was only the end of the beginning.

The Pacific Ocean, formerly Birth Island

At the very bottom of the Pacific Ocean, where the temperatures were freezing and the pressure crushing, a prince lay huddled against a rocky outcrop that was once his home. The young leviathan shivered in the dark, though not because of the crippling temperatures, which were thwarted with ease by his nuclear heart. He shivered from the nightmares that now plagued its dreams. Nightmares of death, destruction, and the violent end to his father.

Junior tried to suppress these nightmares. He tried to push them down and lock them away in the pit of his soul. But he couldn't. Thoughts of the demon, with its fierce claws, cataclysmic scream, and devilish appearance, just would not budge. The scene of Junior's own death replayed over and over in his mind. The ugly sight of the demon, the terrible fall from the sky, the final glimpse of his grieving father before Junior's world had finally gone dark.

Yet Junior was somehow still alive, and as large as his father ever was. But how? Junior had been dead. He was sure of it. It had most definitely felt like death. Yet, Junior had then felt something warm embrace him, bringing him back to the light. He had felt energy flowing through his form, energizing him, reviving him. Resurrecting him.

But when Junior had finally awakened, he found himself in a new body. A new, far larger form. A form that was not too dissimilar from his father. Junior had briefly been excited by his return. He had no idea how he had been revived. Despite the strange change in size, the only explanation was that he had not died at all, no matter how much it had felt like it. But at that moment, Junior hadn't cared. He had roared to the heavens, thankful for his triumphant return to life.

But then the smoke had cleared, and silence fell across the land. Junior had begun to search for his father, curious as to where he was. There had been no sound of battle. No furious roaring or devilish screaming. No stomping feet or exploding structures. There seemed to be nothing but dead silence.

Junior quickly discovered why.

The demon seemed to have been destroyed. Junior spotted its flaming corpse, slowly rotting away. Junior had been thankful that Father had been able to finish it off, though regretful that he couldn't have helped him out. But then Junior had discovered the truth. That terrible, terrible truth. The demon had finally been silenced, but so had his father. A short distance away from the demon's rotting corpse lay his father's own. A decaying, angry red mass of molten bone and flesh, completely unrecognizable as being Junior's father.

And yet, Junior somehow understood that the grotesque was indeed his father. His father in a state Junior had never imagined he would ever see, and a form that made Junior sick to his stomach. It took all of his strength to not vomit right then and there. But even the realization of his father's death was far more sickening than his gnarly remains.

Father, the one who had taken Junior in at a young age and had raised him like his own. Father, who had taught Junior how to breathe fire, and who had fought tooth and claw to free him from the clutches of his crystalline doppelganger. Father, who had loved him and cared for him more than any other.

Father, who was now dead. Nothing more than a rotting pile of molten flesh. Never to envelope Junior in a warm embrace. Never to tell Junior one of his great stories. Never to teach Junior how to fight. Never to come back.

Junior, overwhelmed with shock, trauma, and grief, quickly fled the scene, diving into the ocean and speeding towards his former home. His home which, like his father, would never see the light of day again. And it was here where Junior would lay, never to get up again.

It was Junior's fault that Father had died. He had defeated the demon when it was in a smaller form. He had battled it and won. But, he had let the demon escape, allowing it to grow into something far larger. And when the demon attacked again in this larger form, it had immediately incapacitated Junior, making him useless for the rest of the fight. Junior could have helped Father defeat the demon. The demon could have been destroyed for good, and his father could have survived the battle. But no, Junior had been weak. He had been knocked unconscious almost instantly, leaving Father to fend for himself. Junior had let Father die by himself.

Junior was useless, useless, useless.

All Junior wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up again. No one could accompany him now. Not even Mother and Miki, a human girl with the ability to speak into Junior's thoughts, could be with him. Junior was too tall, too strong, and too heavy to even consider trying to be with tiny humans.

Junior was totally alone.

The agonizing pain of loneliness drove Junior into trying to fall asleep. Junior didn't want to get up and experience the world. There was no one he could spend it with. The weight of his father's death crushed Junior's soul. All he wanted to do was sleep, now and forever, so that the weight would be relieved, even if only slightly. But the nightmares and the weight of his guilt wouldn't let him. And even when Junior did finally fall asleep, he knew that it would be plagued with nightmares.

Maybe one day Junior would eventually forgive himself for his father's death. Maybe one day he could bear the weight of loneliness. Maybe one day the nightmares would finally end. But Junior knew that that day was a long time coming, and for now, all he wanted to do was sleep. At least then the pain, trauma, and guilt wouldn't be as agonizing.

Eventually, after what seemed like infinity, Junior felt the weight of sleep bearing down on his eyelids. He welcomed it, shutting his eyes and entering a self-proclaimed state of exile.

Exile from everything.

A/N - Welcome one and all to the Resurrection of Godzilla! I figured, since it is Godzilla Day, I would publish the prologue of a new series I have been preparing. I am sorry for the kind of depressing ending here, but I think you guys will like what I have planned for this story. Resurrection of Godzilla will be the first in a new series that I am starting, which I will call the Heiseiverse. As you may be able to tell, it will be a continuation of the Heisei era of Godzilla movies. However, since I know that this has been done before, I am going to make it more than just a continuation. This series will be a continuation/crossover between the Heisei Godzilla, Mothra, and Gamera movies. This story in particular will only focus on Godzilla, but this MCU-style series will also have stories for Mothra, Gamera, and crossover stories with the three of them. I don't know how long this series will run. Right now, this series has three other stories, but I do have ideas on where the series would go if I choose to continue it. Of course, this story is non-profit and all properties belong to their rightful owners. For example, Godzilla and Mothra belong to Toho while Gamera belongs to Daei. Also, before I forget, if you have an idea of what the creature Kenkichi found will become, don't be afraid to share it. I won't be confirming anything, but I will say if anyone guessed correctly. All suggestions and criticisms are welcome, and if you want information on my schedule you can check out my bio. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this installment to the Heiseiverse and have a Happy Godzilla Day!