Chapter IV: Tokyo Trembles

She could sense him closer now. Her baby. Far away yet, so far away. Yes, she could sense him, but something was wrong. He wasn't responding to her calls. Why? Why was he so far away? Was it these strange creatures that impaled her with their loud fire? The fire stung, some hurt bad.
And there was something else. She sensed something else. Not her baby, but it too was close...

:Tokyo, Japan:
Goddzilla, king of monsters, howled as another anit-nuclear, armor-piercing missile ripped past his thick hide and bit into soft flesh.
Turning, he spotted the small, human machine that had let loose its volley on him. With a small growl, Godzilla's three rows of dorsal fins lit up, a sudden surge of nuclear atom fire erupting from his toothy jaws.
The machine lasted for a few seconds before melting in the intense thermonuclear fire. That, as far as he could see, was the last of those annoyances.
Above, the thumping of the humans airborne machines peeled away, finally giving him some moments of peace. It had been a while since he had had to come back to this place, the land of mankind. For as long as he could remember, he had been ruining waste to mankind's lands. He hated man, hated the power they abused, the earth that they destroyed, -their smell- but it was necessary once again to tread on their soils. Yes, there was another challenge calling to him, even greater than his challenge to mankind.
An old, yet familiar nemesis.
Miles away yet, but also headed straight towards him, was the giant winged pteradon, Rodan.
Roaring to the heavens in challenge, Godzilla began his lumbering walked towards the airborne kaiju.
Upon hearing his challenge, Rodan screeched back his own. He dove, snapping opening his wings just above the tops of the tallest buildings. The slipstream left by his monstrous wings ripped billboards off of buildings, scaffolding, and tops of the buildings themselves in some instances. More rumble was added to the city.
Godzilla growled in annoyance. Rodan was constantly showing up in his territory. And the time had come to show him that he wouldn't tolerate it any further.
With a cry loud enough to shake the heavens, Godzilla let his deadly energy play along his spines, waiting, waiting...
Just as Rodan was ready to dive at him, Godzilla opened his maw, a horrifying line of atom fire racing towards the pteradon kaiju. Rodan screeched, spilling the air out of his left wing to avoid the attack. But he wasn't fast enough. With a horrible pain, the atom fire blazed acrossed his right wing, up and over onto his back. No longer able to stay airborne, he crashed into a line of still standing buildings, taking out three of them before coming to rest against a fourth.
Growling in triumph, Godzilla made his way over to the downed kaiju, grabbing him by the spines of his wings. Claws dug tightly into whatever flesh there was, greatly irritating the burn on Rodan's right wing.
In his own guttural language, Godzilla spoke to Rodan.
-Stay away! Leave these mankind lands. They are mine!-
-No! Never! They are MINE!- Rodan cried back, swinging his head around in circles.
In doing so, one of his horns came up under saurian's jaw, throwing his head back and making him bite his tongue.
With a cry of pain, Godzilla let go of the other kaiju's wings.
Suddenly free from his captor, Rodan spun around on his dainty feet and began to beat the saurian's body with his powerful wings.
Godzilla, suddenly taken by surprise, backed up, trying to bring his arms up to protect his head and body.
Rodan let loose a series of hooting cries at his success
-Rodan's! Rodan's! All Rodan's!-
Pissed at the pteradon's sudden proclaimation of victory, Godzilla swung around, catching Rodan with his thick, armored tail.
Rodan cried out again as he fell into another building, its upper levels falling on and around him.
Clapping his clawed, saurian hands, Godzilla chuckled at Rodan's sudden predicament. Turning around again, he began to beat his tail up and down, pounding hard over and over on the fallen pteradon's chest.
Unable to climb to his feet and out of desperation, Rodan shot his head forward, snatching the saurian's tail in his beak, and bit.
Godzilla cried out in pain, swinging his body around to stomp on Rodan instead with his feet. Luckily for Rodan, the motion yanked him up out of the rumble, and he managed to climb back to his feet via his enemies tail.

"At this rate, it won't be worth rebuilding the city." Natsuki muttered, shaking his head as the two kaiju continued to rumble.
"And if we're lucky, they'll finally take each other out." Takahashi replied, lowering his binoculars. Natsuki was right though. If there was to be any part of Tokyo left standing, something had to be done with the two kaiju who played with the city like a bunch of children with toys.
"Any word yet on the American's own problem?" He asked Natsuki, looking down at the man from his perch on top of one of the JSDF's camouflage trucks.
"Hai, but nothing good. Seems they can't diverge the kaiju from its path. Tsunagara is ripping its way right up the East Coast, due to arrive in New York sometime in the next few days."
Takahashi shook his head running a hand through his jet black hair. According to what the Americans were saying, this new kaiju was at least the size of the final form of Biollante, if not bigger, and yet more destructive then that horrid alien kaiju, King Ghidorah.
But why? Why the U.S.? Takahashi asked himself. All the other kaiju are concentrated in Japan or the surrounding islands. Why the U.S?
It almost seemed as if Tsunagara was heading towards something, as if on a mission. But for what, and why?
He had a sudden, strange feeling that there was more behind this whole incident then what was showing on the surface.


:St. Lukes Hospital, upstate NewYork:
Aaron woke up, screaming.
"Stop!! Stop!!! Oh my god, stop shooting me!!! It hurts!!! AHHHHH!"
Jessica and small group of nurses all nearly jumped on him. Someone yelled to hold him down, keep him from moving, as if they hadn't already figured that out for themselves. Another ran out of the room to grab a doctor
"Aaron! Aaron, calm down!! It's ok! We're back in the States. No ones shooting you!" She leaned over his face so that he could see her and hear her over his own frantic shouts.
It took him a second to calm down as his eyes snapped open, focusing on her. Tears streamed suddenly down his face as he sobbed, shuddering in pain. "It hurts, Jessica. Someone's shooting me...it hurts."
"No one's shooting you, Aaron." She replied shakily, wiping a dry towel acrossed his sweaty brow. "We're back in the States now, safe."
"The...the monster." Aaron swallowed hard. His throat was dry. "The monster hatched or something. I, I went into the crater. There was a strange blue substance in there. I touched it, and then..." He shook his head, putting his hands to his face as the nurses finally let him go. "I, I can't remember, Jess. What happened? I can't remember anything!"
Jessica sighed, closing her eyes against the too bright, too white walls of the hospital room. Had it been possible, she would have closed her nose against the nauseating smell of antiseptic and sickness too. She hated hospitals.
Thank god you're all right, she thought with a smile as she held his hand. "Well, when you didn't check in or come back, Mike and I headed out to look for you. We found you, passed out and barely alive at the base of the crater the beast made. After we managed to get you back up to the surface and back to the camp, our ride had arrived. I left Mike in charge of packing up and out while I took half of the crew and you back to the States as quickly as we could." She squeezed his hand, still thanking god that he had woken up. "For a while there, we didn't think you'd make it. You just seemed to have suddenly slipped into a coma. The doctors have no idea what caused it, other then maybe stress. They want to run some tests on you."
Aaron winced in pain as he nodded. "Sure, fine. Anything, as long as it helps get rid of this goddamned pain."
Jess smiled, nodding as two doctors entered the room followed by two FBI looking men and a nurse carrying some medical odds and ends. "I have to go for the moment. Don't worry, the doctors'll take good care of you, okay?"
Aaron nodded slowly, settling slowly back into the paper pillow. "Aright. And Jess?" He held on fast to her hand as she stood to leave. "I just wanted to say..."
"Later." She quickly interrupted. "You need to rest for now."
A slight shocked expression on his face, Aaron nodded, letting her slip out of his hand.
Don't worry, Aaron. We'll get through this. Together.
"Miss Langston?" another one of the FBI types asked her as she stepped out of the door. "You're friend's awake now. If you would come with me..."
"Only if I get some answers in return." She growled at the man, instantly hating him and his cronies.
The FBI type stared at her for a moment, unmoving, emotionless. Then, "Miss Langston? If you would, please."


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