Return of the Destroyer
Chapter One: Two Years Later.
As sunlight broke over the large island in the Pacific, Junior awoke from a deep slumber, much like every other morning. He slowly rose to his feet, as the drowsiness left his eyes and he glanced around at the tropical trees surrounding him. He had found this island two years ago, after leaving Japan and swimming into the ocean. Junior had attempted to return to Birth Island, with a small hope that it survived the disaster that had befallen it. Like the hope that his father somehow survived that strange illness he had, the hope that Birth Island was still there was quickly crushed by the sight of a volcanic wasteland. He continued wandering, until he came upon this island, which made Birth Island honestly look infinitesimal. He had explored most of the island within two years, of which Junior took time to examine every rock structure and cliff face, the crystal-clear lake in the middle of the island, the vegetation that grew all around, but most importantly, for any other creature that lived on the island, or at least someone who could be his friend. It was no secret that Junior was always more soft-hearted than his father, to which he most likely believed that it was due to being briefly raised around humans. They were unable to understand anything that he said to them, but nevertheless they treated him well, and gave him a temporary home until the day he met his father. He was even overjoyed to find a human living on Birth Island, even if the human seemed to avoid him most of the time. On this island, the only creatures that could be found were just the local wildlife one might find in jungles, and a species of giant mantis that either could not, or would not communicate with him. He did not like the bugs at all, as they had attacked him when he approached them for the first time. He made quick work of the ones who attacked, so much so that every time he saw a mantis on the island, it would flee in terror. The only other point of interest of the island, at least to Junior, was an underwater tunnel that lead to a cave, in which Junior discovered a load of shiny objects ranging from gold, to pieces of downed aircraft. These had no value to him, and something told him the resident of that cave…...was not social. After two years, Junior had developed a certain routine: Wake up, walk around the island a little bit, eat, practice his fighting skills, swim, eat again, and eventually find a place to sleep for the night. This morning was different, because as soon as he started walking, he smelled something disgusting. Walking a little further onto one of the beaches, a grisly sight met his eyes.
It was a cetacean stranding. A whole pod of whales littered the beach, decaying in the sun.
Junior ate whales as part of his diet, but the sight of this was shocking to the young Kaiju, especially when he saw exactly what was feeding on them. There were the usual seagulls, loud annoying beasts that loved to swarm him whenever he brought his food to the shore. There were several mantises, one of which spotted him and hissed before it flew off with the rest of its group. What was really shocking to him, were the starfish. There were quite a lot attached to the dead beasts, and they seemed to be feasting on the whales, almost dissolving their flesh with a strange liquid. Junior's spine plates began to heat up, and promptly began to glow orange, before he unleashed his atomic ray to destroy the starfish. There was something off about them, something that chilled him to the bone. Regardless, he dived into the ocean to look for food, taking a moment to look at his reflection in the water. He thought looked a lot like his father, and yet at the same time he couldn't have looked somewhat different. For instance, his scales were greenish in color, while his father had grey scales, and his atomic ray had turned orange after his revival, whereas his father's ray was almost always blue. As he dived in, he murmured one thing to his reflection. If humans were there, they would've heard a low growling noise, as they could not understand the language of monsters.
"Hey dad."
Elsewhere on the island, unbeknownst to Junior, there was another underground cavern and inside of it, laid another resident of the island. A resident who had been asleep for years, and now finally began to wake up. As far as he knew, he was the only resident of the island, and the only member of his species. He looked at the skeletal remains surrounding his resting place, and sighed at the sight of his family. They had passed a long time ago during a particularly terrible winter, with their bones being picked clean by the Kamacurai, the name his people called the giant mantises that also lived on the island. It was not time to dwell on the past however, and he slowly left his cavern to enter the outside world. He had no idea how long it had been since he smelled fresh air, or felt the wind blowing around his head, but nevertheless he was happy to be out of the cavern. Walking over to the lake, he began drinking the cool water, sending ripples across it. He hated swimming in all honesty, but he would do it if he had to survive. It was then that he noticed some Kamacurai flying above, scared by…something, followed by a large splash. His hope began to rise…...could it be? Did one of his family members survive? Or was it someone new? Maybe something more dangerous than the Kamacurai? Whatever it was, he needed to find out exactly what had scared those damned bugs away. As he crawled up to the beach, he sat and waited for the other monster to come back.
The Giant Octopus was fighting for its life. As the squishy, slimy, tentacles wrapped around Junior's head, he burst through the surface of the ocean and began to try and force the creature off his head. He had hunted these beasts before, and while they were significantly more intelligent than a whale, they were no less durable. Yes, he had seen them sink human ships before, but it was only the fishing vessels that the Giant Octopi could even hope of attacking. One tried attacking a battle ship, only to find itself blown apart by the ship's powerful cannons. With that in mind, Junior pulled and pulled until the soggy and oily beast came detached from his head, and landed on the beach. It was promptly roasted by one atomic ray, leaving the stench of cooked flesh in the air. As Junior stepped onto the beach, and began to feast on his prey, he thought for a brief moment that he saw a pair of eyes staring at him from beneath the sea. Looking back at the water, he saw nothing, convinced himself his mind was playing tricks on him, and he continued to eat.
And then he heard something behind him. Humans would've most likely heard a howling like noise if they had been there. But since only Junior was there, he heard this.
"Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Junior turned around quickly, and saw a funny looking creature standing there. The Kaiju before him was a quadruped, with a short stout body, and an armored carapace that had rows and rows of sharp spikes. He had a long tail with much shorter blunt spikes, and with a thin layer of armor alongside it. He could most likely stand on two legs if needed, but the problem there was that he did not have opposable claws like Junior had, meaning he'd only stand upright if he was fighting another Kaiju, or to get an item he couldn't reach. Finally, he had a crocodilian like face, with long rows of sharp teeth and elongated canines, with five horns on his head, and one on his snout. He had light gray scales, with his spikes, horns, and claws having been bone white once, but now yellowing after years of use. Junior had no idea if this Kaiju was a friend or foe, but there seemed to be no ill intent in his question nor any harm in answering him.
"I could ask you the same thing. I found this island two years ago, and I've made it my home," Junior replied.
"Oh. Is that right?" the other Kaiju responded, "Well, for your information I've been hibernating here for, oh give or take, about a good few centuries. In fact, you could even say this island is my birthright, and that you may be trespassing in my territory. But hey, here you are. Do you have a name, or are we just gonna stare at each other all day?"
Junior thought for a minute about this strange Kaiju. He was certainly more intelligent than his appearance would suggest, although humans might only see him as a dumb beast. He also seemed to be a bit untrusting, which didn't surprise Junior. He then decided to give the Kaiju a reason to trust him, and maybe to make a new friend.
"My name is Godzilla Jr, and I am the King of the Monsters. My old home was destroyed in a disaster, and it is because of that I came here. Is that good enough for you?"
"…. Oh…. I didn't know you were homeless. Godzilla Jr huh? Yeah, I can live with that. So, if you are named Junior, and you are the King of the Monsters, then I'm guessing that your old man…..."
"Yes. It was two years ago. Same time as the loss of my home."
"Oh geez. I'm really sorry. I know how it feels to lose the ones you love. Well, at any rate, my name is Anguirus, and I am the last member of my entire species," the other Kaiju answered, "What a pain, am I right?"
Junior chuckled at this, the first time he felt happy in a while, and briefly took his eyes off his meal.
"By the way, that Kamacuras just took that thing you were eating."
"Oh SHIT!"
With that exclamation, Anguirus and Junior began chasing the greedy mantis down. It was right about then that the two Kaiju realized that they would be good friends down the line, and great battle partners. The Kamacurai would be perfect training dummies.
Tokyo, Japan.
But not all was well in the world. Tokyo, a once blooming megalopolis, was a ghost of its former self. Closed off to the public since the titanic battle between Destoroyah and Godzilla, the city still had near lethal amounts of radiation that made it uninhabitable. Not that Destoroyah particularly cared, for the abandoned city proved to be a good hiding spot. It was now in its Juvenile form, albeit with a few new alterations such as Its claws and long stabbing legs from its Aggregate form. All it cost was the loss of being able to split up into multiple forms, to which Destoroyah was, to put it lightly, mildly annoyed. Ever since It had made that deal with that mysterious being, It had wanted to kill the whelp as soon as possible, but part of the deal was to do tasks for the being and in return, the being would help Destoroyah become powerful once again. Now, for the past two years, Japan had been plagued by a mysterious serial killer. It all started one day, when a vagrant's body was found slashed to pieces in a sewer. Of course, at the time it wasn't considered to be a priority case, until a second body showed up in a similar manner. It was followed by a third, and then a fourth, and so on and so forth. This began to send the whole country into a wave of fear and paranoia, exemplified when the possible killer was identified and beaten badly by a vigilante group. At the time, Destoroyah had laughed at this scene from the shadows, amused at how quick humans were willing to turn on each other. It also knew that the killer would never be caught, because It always made sure to strike quickly and efficiently. It had grown quite proficient in the art of killing, being able to locate vital organs and making sure that the bodies It left behind looked like it could be the work of humans, much like the nonexistent serial killer the authorities were chasing. Destoroyah couldn't lie, at first it was kind of fun to be doing this. There was something so fragile and weak about humans, and just how much abuse they could take before they expired. They lacked Destoroyah's hard shell, which protected It from bullets and other weapons in case a human tried and failed to fight back, meaning that one simple stab would cause a variety of problems for a human. However, eventually It started to get…. bored with killing humans.
It then decided to spice up Its kills by imagining each of its victims to be the whelp, who was called Gojira or something like that.
Now, a whole new world of possibilities was opened up to Destoroyah. It fantasized about the way It would get Its retribution on the whelp, and begun practicing on its victims. The first time It imagined one of Its victims being the whelp, It couldn't help but feel pleasure at this. The fire reignited, It continued the killings with this new mindset, to the point where just seeing the scared face of a human gave it immense pleasure at the fact that one day, this would be the whelp indeed. That moment of ecstasy would only last for so long and soon enough, Destoroyah began to get fed up with Its task. This night, Destoroyah watched the full moon in the sky as it begun to reach its zenith. Unseen by all, except for Destoroyah, the moon began to turn from a pale white glow to a crimson red, followed by a small dark spot appearing in the center of the moon. Destoroyah's eyes narrowed, as It prepared for the dark meeting that would take place.
As the dark spot widened, causing the moon to take the form of a dark circle surrounded by a fiery red aura, three pairs of red eyes stared down at the glowing yellow eyes of Destroyah. Then the middle pair spoke.
"How goes your mission in the human world? Have you harvested enough fear and despair from them?"
"I grow weary of your master's requests. I was promised vengeance long ago, and thus far, I've been doing menial tasks for the past two years. I. Want. To. Kill. The. Whelp. I simply wish to speak to your master and not to you!" spat Destoroyah.
The left pair of eyes giggled, "Awww. Is poor wittle Destoroyah angwy? Hehehehehehe! Oh boy you are a riot! Look all ya have to do is whatever our boss says, and you will get what ya want! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! HAAHAHHAH!"
"You insane buffoon!" Destoroyah furiously growled, "I demand my vengeance, and I will speak with your master regardless of what you say!"
It was right about then that the right pair of eyes roared, "YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR PLACE DEMON! FOR IF WEREN'T FOR THE PITY OF OUR MASTER, YOU WOULD STILL BE SCUTTLING ABOUT ON THE GROUND UNABLE TO ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL!"
"Yeah! And then you would've been in some real deep shi-WOAH! GEEZ! YA TRYING TO KILL ME THERE?!"
The left pair narrowly dodged a micro oxygen beam that went above his head.
"So, you threaten me?" inquired Destoroyah as It got into a fighting stance, "If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight YOU ARE GOING TO GET!"
"Bring it on YOU STUPID CRAB!" bellowed the left pair.
"YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!" shouted the right pair.
"SILENCE ALL OF YOU!"
It was right about then that the middle pair had finally gotten involved. After a tense few minutes, and a few muttered apologies from the other pairs, the middle head spoke once again.
"Now, before we all go about killing each other, I understand your impatience. But once again, part of your deal in exchange for power and vengeance was to do whatever our master wished us to do. If killing people is boring to you, there's plenty of things you could do. Perhaps you could join Daghara and Deutalios on their current mission. Or you could come with Varan once he starts his mission. Our agent in deep space could also use some help, and if you are worried about getting there, well our master doesn't need to follow to the rules of time and space. Regardless, you will continue to do tasks, and in time, you will get what you want, do you understand?"
Destoroyah muttered, "…yes…."
"Good, now continue your current mission, and come back in a month's time for another meeting."
"Heheheheh. Not so brave right now, are we?"
"IF YOU STRAY FROM YOUR MISSION, THEN OUR MASTER WILL HAVE NO CHOICE, BUT TO GO BACK ON HIS WORD."
With those last statements, the dark portal begun to disappear, and the three pairs of eyes alongside it. Destoroyah silently watched as the moon returned to its original shape, and begun moving across the sky once again. It thought back to what the emissary had said and began to think about asking for another mission.
After It had killed the whelp of course.
Destoroyah scuttled across the abandoned city until It came to a pile of rubble that had once been a small building. One that incidentally had been where the whelp had met his end. Destoroyah searched amongst the ruins, overturning rusted metal and jagged concrete, until It found what It was looking for. A piece of flesh, almost two years old and somehow left untouched by scavengers. Destoroyah held the flesh in Its claw, and then devoured it quickly. As It could feel the faint energy from radiation running through Its veins, a trail of the whelp's signature became clear to Destoroyah.
If Destoroyah had been in Its Perfect Form, It would be grinning right now.
And so, Destoroyah began Its journey for vengeance.
Author's Note: Hey everyone, it's the author of this story. So anyways, I hope you've been enjoying Rebirth of the King so far as it is my first official fanfiction I have ever written and one of the most daunting tasks I have taken on. In essence, this story is a continuation of the Heisei Godzilla films focusing on Junior, and at the same time making use of characters and concepts that the films never did. Also something else you might not know about me is that I like to fancast characters in my writing, which is to say actors or voice actors who I think fits each character. With that said, here is the cast so far.
Johnny Yong Bosch as Godzilla Jr.
Matthew Mercer as Anguirus.
Fred Tatasciore as Destoroyah.
Willem Dafoe as the Middle Pair of Eyes.
Dave Wittenberg as the Left Pair of Eyes.
Kevin Michael Richardson as the Right Pair of Eyes.
Finally, I do not have a set schedule for this story, so updates might vary on how often they are published. With that said, I hope you all enjoy this. Next time, a certain moth returns...and meets the son of Godzilla. What will happen you may ask? I can't reveal that right now.