Chapter VIII: Landfall
:South Coast, Florida, the wake of Tsunagara's destruction:
Godzilla continued to follow the sound onto the land, the call pulsing through every cell in his body. There was nothing he could do to turn away from it, but why should he?
Why? It felt strange. The humans were behind this. He could feel that beneath the pulsing of the call. He growled quietly as his 25,000 ton frame settled into the sand with every step.
Even in the dark, he could see the shadows of destruction, so similar to those that he himself had created so many times. But this wasn't any of his doing, none of any of his enemies.
This was the work of a nightmare, somewhere ahead of him.
And he was headed straight for it.
Takahashi smiled as Godzilla climbed up onto the shore, still following them. It seemed to have taken them forever. Nearly did. Acrossed the Pacific, through Panama, the Gulf of Mexico, and they had finally reached the United States. American jets met up with his own forces with high-tech sound systems attached to their underbellies that emitted the same signals to Gojira as his jets did. As long as the could keep the signal going strong, Gojira would follow them.
Until he met his nightmare, Tsunagara.
The destruction was awful. It seemed as if an entire army had been wiped out. Bodies lay bloated in the sands and grasses, flocks of seagulls pecking at the bodies. Tanks, jets and other vehicles lay in crumpled heaps, the fires they had started long burnt out.
They seemed to have done some damage to the kaiju though. Large circular marks of blood stained the landscape, and a few of the giant, turquoise scales were here and there. The question was, could this beast regenerate like Gojira? Could it already be healed, or was it still storming acrossed the landscape, tired and injured?
Takahashi didn't know, and no one in the US army wanted to get close enough to it to find out either.
Problem was, Gojira was more then likely weakened and tired from his long trek acrossed the Pacific. Would he even be able to fight when he reached Tsunagara?
It was a chance they were going to have to take. Besides, as soon as they reached the arranged coordinates, Gojira was no longer his problem. It would be Ikeda's and the US governments.
She was no longer hungry, that was for sure. There was food aplenty here in this strange place. Strange food, with odd tastes, but it was still energizing. For two days now, she gorged herself on the plantation, without harassment. The Others had stopped hitting her with their strange, painful things that burned, made her bleed. She was no longer worried either. The strange Other, the gifted Other was taking care of her Young One. Everything was perfect.
Aaron felt numb as he woke up again. How long had he been out? Where was he? He was hungry, so horribly hungry...
Once again, he was strapped down. IV's were hooked up in his arm, strange, green fluids dripping ever so slowly into the tube, even more slowly working it's way into his bloodstream. He could move his head though, and if it weren't for being so weak, he would have screamed.
"Tsunagara." The familiar sound of the Asian man's voice reached his ears. "It's the baby Tsunagara. Isn't he beautiful?"
Aaron tried to respond, but he was too tired, his mouth dry as a desert. "Water," he tried to spit out, but it came out more as a moan.
"I thought that blue stuff was a shell, or part of a ship, wreckage, but it's not. It's a virus, a parasite. I'm not sure which." The Asian man finally came into view, walking towards the very large baby Tsunagara.
The baby was laying down like a horse, its legs curled up underneath it. The scorpions tail was tightly curled up, resting on the back. Its long, muscular arms were resting against its sides, and its neck and head were resting against the floor, hardly more than four meters away. It stared at Aaron, unblinking, a small, moist puff of cinnamon scented air washing over him as the creature exhaled. Like this, he was so calm, so peaceful, and completely unlike the one that had risen from Antarctica, killing Blake.
The Asian man stopped next to what was about the creatures cheek, running his hand underneath the small, turquoise scales that overlapped. He drew his hand back slowly, revealing the strange, metallic blue substance covering his entire hand. "Isn't it beautiful?" He whispered, rubbing it slowly with his other hand.
The substance shimmered and began to disappear slowly as if it were being absorbed into his skin.
"It's what binds these creatures together, binds everything together. The hum of nature, of the universe can be heard with this." Smiling, he returned to Aaron's side. "This is the purest element. It is power. It is control."
"Crazy." Aaron managed to say through parched lips. He rubbed his tongue against the inside of his mouth, trying to work up more saliva. "You're a psycho."
"Am I?" He chuckled. Slowly, he turned to face the beast.
Nothing happened for a second. Then suddenly, the creature raised its head a few meters, a strange growl forming in its throat.
"Hmm... He doesn't quite seem to like you."
"You... You're controlling him." It suddenly upset Aaron, and he wasn't sure why. Because he had already befriended the beast? No... Because this man was abusing the gift, manipulating the creature. The child.
I have to do something, he thought, closing his eyes. What was he suppose to do, focus? Say some magic words? How come they never taught you possible telepathic encounters in school?
"You won't be able to touch the creatures mind." The man said.
Aaron snapped open his eyes. "And why not? I touched the same blue stuff in Antarctica. I already spoke with the Tsunagara."
The Asian man jiggled the green IV bag, grinning. "I had my scientists develop a sort of temporary antidote for the virus/parasite. It numbs the brain waves that you emit, rendering you unable to communicate with others. Unfortunately, it also dulls all of your senses."
Aaron wanted to scream, thrash about, do something other than lay here, taking this crap. Jess, I don't know where you are, but please, please be ok...
He felt so strange. He tries to call out to the familiar Other, but it wouldn't respond. Mother was nearby, but he was still worried. Another Other had begun to talk to him, make him do bad things completely beyond his control...
-Mother, help us,- he whimpered in his mind, staring at the two Others. -Please hurry...-
:South Coast, Florida, the wake of Tsunagara's destruction:
Godzilla continued to follow the sound onto the land, the call pulsing through every cell in his body. There was nothing he could do to turn away from it, but why should he?
Why? It felt strange. The humans were behind this. He could feel that beneath the pulsing of the call. He growled quietly as his 25,000 ton frame settled into the sand with every step.
Even in the dark, he could see the shadows of destruction, so similar to those that he himself had created so many times. But this wasn't any of his doing, none of any of his enemies.
This was the work of a nightmare, somewhere ahead of him.
And he was headed straight for it.
Takahashi smiled as Godzilla climbed up onto the shore, still following them. It seemed to have taken them forever. Nearly did. Acrossed the Pacific, through Panama, the Gulf of Mexico, and they had finally reached the United States. American jets met up with his own forces with high-tech sound systems attached to their underbellies that emitted the same signals to Gojira as his jets did. As long as the could keep the signal going strong, Gojira would follow them.
Until he met his nightmare, Tsunagara.
The destruction was awful. It seemed as if an entire army had been wiped out. Bodies lay bloated in the sands and grasses, flocks of seagulls pecking at the bodies. Tanks, jets and other vehicles lay in crumpled heaps, the fires they had started long burnt out.
They seemed to have done some damage to the kaiju though. Large circular marks of blood stained the landscape, and a few of the giant, turquoise scales were here and there. The question was, could this beast regenerate like Gojira? Could it already be healed, or was it still storming acrossed the landscape, tired and injured?
Takahashi didn't know, and no one in the US army wanted to get close enough to it to find out either.
Problem was, Gojira was more then likely weakened and tired from his long trek acrossed the Pacific. Would he even be able to fight when he reached Tsunagara?
It was a chance they were going to have to take. Besides, as soon as they reached the arranged coordinates, Gojira was no longer his problem. It would be Ikeda's and the US governments.
She was no longer hungry, that was for sure. There was food aplenty here in this strange place. Strange food, with odd tastes, but it was still energizing. For two days now, she gorged herself on the plantation, without harassment. The Others had stopped hitting her with their strange, painful things that burned, made her bleed. She was no longer worried either. The strange Other, the gifted Other was taking care of her Young One. Everything was perfect.
Aaron felt numb as he woke up again. How long had he been out? Where was he? He was hungry, so horribly hungry...
Once again, he was strapped down. IV's were hooked up in his arm, strange, green fluids dripping ever so slowly into the tube, even more slowly working it's way into his bloodstream. He could move his head though, and if it weren't for being so weak, he would have screamed.
"Tsunagara." The familiar sound of the Asian man's voice reached his ears. "It's the baby Tsunagara. Isn't he beautiful?"
Aaron tried to respond, but he was too tired, his mouth dry as a desert. "Water," he tried to spit out, but it came out more as a moan.
"I thought that blue stuff was a shell, or part of a ship, wreckage, but it's not. It's a virus, a parasite. I'm not sure which." The Asian man finally came into view, walking towards the very large baby Tsunagara.
The baby was laying down like a horse, its legs curled up underneath it. The scorpions tail was tightly curled up, resting on the back. Its long, muscular arms were resting against its sides, and its neck and head were resting against the floor, hardly more than four meters away. It stared at Aaron, unblinking, a small, moist puff of cinnamon scented air washing over him as the creature exhaled. Like this, he was so calm, so peaceful, and completely unlike the one that had risen from Antarctica, killing Blake.
The Asian man stopped next to what was about the creatures cheek, running his hand underneath the small, turquoise scales that overlapped. He drew his hand back slowly, revealing the strange, metallic blue substance covering his entire hand. "Isn't it beautiful?" He whispered, rubbing it slowly with his other hand.
The substance shimmered and began to disappear slowly as if it were being absorbed into his skin.
"It's what binds these creatures together, binds everything together. The hum of nature, of the universe can be heard with this." Smiling, he returned to Aaron's side. "This is the purest element. It is power. It is control."
"Crazy." Aaron managed to say through parched lips. He rubbed his tongue against the inside of his mouth, trying to work up more saliva. "You're a psycho."
"Am I?" He chuckled. Slowly, he turned to face the beast.
Nothing happened for a second. Then suddenly, the creature raised its head a few meters, a strange growl forming in its throat.
"Hmm... He doesn't quite seem to like you."
"You... You're controlling him." It suddenly upset Aaron, and he wasn't sure why. Because he had already befriended the beast? No... Because this man was abusing the gift, manipulating the creature. The child.
I have to do something, he thought, closing his eyes. What was he suppose to do, focus? Say some magic words? How come they never taught you possible telepathic encounters in school?
"You won't be able to touch the creatures mind." The man said.
Aaron snapped open his eyes. "And why not? I touched the same blue stuff in Antarctica. I already spoke with the Tsunagara."
The Asian man jiggled the green IV bag, grinning. "I had my scientists develop a sort of temporary antidote for the virus/parasite. It numbs the brain waves that you emit, rendering you unable to communicate with others. Unfortunately, it also dulls all of your senses."
Aaron wanted to scream, thrash about, do something other than lay here, taking this crap. Jess, I don't know where you are, but please, please be ok...
He felt so strange. He tries to call out to the familiar Other, but it wouldn't respond. Mother was nearby, but he was still worried. Another Other had begun to talk to him, make him do bad things completely beyond his control...
-Mother, help us,- he whimpered in his mind, staring at the two Others. -Please hurry...-
