Prologue
November 3, 1954 Tokyo, Japan
Destruction was everywhere. Homes, businesses, national land marks, sacred temples, nothing was spared. The creature that did this was already in Tokyo Bay, resting and waiting for it's next chance to come onto land. Even hours after it's initial landing, rescue teams where just beginning to reach the devastated area.
In the ruins of a house, crushed by rubble and debris, a small hand slowly snaked it's way past the jagged pieces of concrete towards the open air. If a wandering girl, an original survivor, hadn't seen it, the person would have been smothered.
The girl shouted for help and tried to move pieces of the wreckage off the buried survivor. Disaster Team members came to her assistance and threw the concrete off the buried victim.
A boy had been trapped under what used to be a home, dirt and mud clinging to his face and clothes. He was finally pulled out and walked over to the fire truck, to be transported to the nearest remaining hospitals. As the rescue workers where called on another emergency, he was left alone with the girl to which he should owe his life.
The boy looked back towards what once was his home. He knew his parents were dead, he saw them crushed under the monster's feet moments before the tail had toppled a ton of steel and concrete on him, still inside the house. It was a miracle he was alive.
Then the reality hit him. He was alone. Barely eight years of age and he was alone for the rest of his life. Tears flowed from his eyes as he broke down and let it all out in a mournful cry. The girl just stood there, sympathizing, most of her family was gone too.
He stopped crying, but the tears continued down his cheeks. His sorrow was being transformed into anger. Anger filled his spirit and then and there, he vowed to kill the monster that destroyed his home, his family, his life. The monster, Gojira.
September 6, 1995, 9:25 P.M. The Island of Mururoa French Polynesia, The Pacific Ocean
The French government had decided to conduct some nuclear tests on the group of islands known as French Polynesia. About a mile away from Mururoa a giant animal floated in the ocean in deep suspended animation. Not dead and yet not alive. The creature was dreaming of a time when he ruled over the earth hundreds of millions of years ago.
The hydrogen bomb was detonated underground, sending a shockwave of epic proportions through the entire area, bombarding the creature with radioactivity. His unique cell structure absorbed the radiation, like a sponge absorbing water, giving him strength. Slowly his body was being awakened. Organs are put back in action, generating energy for him.
His feral head shook, snapping his mind out of the dream-like state of his hibernation. The eyes snapped open, a blue glow behind them as more radiation was sucked into the body. Sparks of blue energy zapped along his body, evidence of him coming back to life.
The mouth opened in a low, roaring, yawn, showing off twin rows of six-foot teeth and twelve-foot fangs. The glow in his eyes dimmed and his golden hued, animalistic, eyes scanned the area as his body still struggled to reawaken.
No longer asleep in his hibernation, and yet not able to move. The creature closed his eyes and let his body be carried by the current, through the area where more tests are to be taken for the next few weeks.
Now, only one thing is sure: He is no longer asleep, and will soon make his reappearance to the world.
May 30, 1998, 10:35 P.M. Fulton Fish Market Manhattan, New York City, New York
Life had slowly returned to normal for the residents of New York City. After the creature called Godzilla and his nest where destroyed the Army National Guard began reconstruction on Manhattan Island. Homes and businesses where still being reconstructed, one of the main areas was the Fulton Fish Market.
However, this late at night, no one was at the damaged market. No one with something to lose, that is. A homeless man going by the name Ryan "D" sneaked his way to one of the shops where the fish was kept before packaging and sent to the public stores inside New York City.
Ryan was hungry. Living on the streets wasn't the best way to live, and food was always scarce. Sometimes he had to steal to survive, he didn't like it but he didn't have a choice. Such was the way of life of those on the streets.
He looked for something to smash through the glass to the fish, resting on the display cases. A piece of concrete, large enough to break the window but small enough for him to lift, was laying on the sidewalk. Ryan picked it up, straining to lift it above his head so he could throw it with all of his strength.
The window shattered, glass dropping everywhere inside the store and the alarm sounding off. He kicked away jagged pieces before getting inside and looking for his meal. Ryan had picked out his fish and was ready to leave just as he heard the police driving around the block. He jumped out and looked down the street, the red and blue lights flashing as the police cars turned on the street corner.
Sprinting, Ryan made it to an alley and ran along it. He hid behind a dumpster as he listened and waited for the cops to come barreling after him down the alley. No one came after him.
Satisfied with his getaway, Ryan pulled out the two fish from out of his jacket. The smell was unappetizing, but he was too hungry to care. Immediately he tore into the fish with his bare teeth, gorging on the innards and spitting out the small bones that he accidentally bit on and hurt his teeth.
The smell of the fish had attracted the homeless cats and other animals that were starved and deprived of food. Cats usually surrounded him first, smelling the pieces that he had spit out and then chewing on them. Bones that Ryan discarded were the sparks of several cat fights between the felines.
Unnoticed to Ryan, the cats stopped fighting and looked towards the shadows at the far end of the alley, their ears perked. Almost all of them arched their backs and hissed at whatever was there. One tom cat, close to the shadow's edge was too close and a reptilian hand whipped out and grabbed the feline before bringing it back to the shadows where the sounds of a fight could be heard. The cat was silenced shortly before a "gulp" broke the quiet.
Now the cats ran, hissing and meowing as they ran the way Ryan had come just minutes earlier.
Ryan had finished the first fish and threw it away from him, giving the cats something to fight over. When he looked to see where the remains would land, he noticed that the cats where gone. He realized that something was terribly wrong. Normally he would have cats surrounding him, and he would have to kick a few away just to continue eating.
The click-clack of something on the ground made him look towards the shadows. Something walked towards him and Ryan backed up against the dumpster, almost scared out of his wits. Two orange lights where several feet off the ground and swaying.
A reptile walked out of the darkness on two powerful hind legs. A rectangle-shaped head sniffed the air and turned, searching for something. It's hands where held under it's body, the hands grabbing at the air greedily. Small bony bumps started at the base of the head, down the neck and body, and ended at the long tail. The orange lights Ryan had seen were the creature's eyes.
Ryan watched in horror as the reptile stalked towards the remains of the fish he had thrown. It sniffed it twice before biting down and sending it down it's gullet. The reptile's tongue licked some of the fish's fluids that lay on the ground before the head rose and it looked right at Ryan.
He was almost on his feet from backing up against the dumpster as the dinosaur-sized reptile walked up to him. It's head ducked down to sniff the fish he had in his hand. Instinctively he threw the fish away, towards the other side of the alley. The reptile, now distracted, looked towards the thrown fish as Ryan turned and ran back towards the way he came.
Never in his life had Ryan ran as hard as he did. Half scared out of his wits he was more scared of the reptile then what the police might do to him if they caught him. He didn't hear the creature following him so he slowed and looked back.
The fish he had thrown and the reptile were both gone!
Had he imagined the whole thing?
Ryan sniffed his hands and could smell the fish. No he had stolen the fish to eat, but what about the reptile? Had he just imagined only that?
Confused, baffled, and scared beyond rational thought, Ryan turned back towards the street where he had entered the alley and stopped.
There, two feet in front of him, was the creature, it's nostrils flaring as it sniffed him. The reptile opened it's mouth in a sneer as a growl exited it's throat. Now Ryan turned tail and ran, as fast as his legs could carry him.
He ran, slightly tired from running earlier, but going at his top speed. The reptile's sounds of crashing through objects spurred him on.
For a second the sounds behind him stopped and Ryan wasn't sure if the creature had stopped. He got his reply as something pushed him to the ground with a thud. Ryan could feel the three-toed foot of the creature on his back, holding him down. Hot, putrid steam hit the back of his head and neck.
The last thing Ryan felt was the jagged teeth poking the temples of his head and lifting it slightly off the ground before his neck was snapped by the reptile.
No one ever saw Ryan "D" again. His disappearance was one of the many unreported missing persons cases in New York City. After all, people disappear without a trace all the time in the Big Apple. Even if they never find any remains.
November 3, 1954 Tokyo, Japan
Destruction was everywhere. Homes, businesses, national land marks, sacred temples, nothing was spared. The creature that did this was already in Tokyo Bay, resting and waiting for it's next chance to come onto land. Even hours after it's initial landing, rescue teams where just beginning to reach the devastated area.
In the ruins of a house, crushed by rubble and debris, a small hand slowly snaked it's way past the jagged pieces of concrete towards the open air. If a wandering girl, an original survivor, hadn't seen it, the person would have been smothered.
The girl shouted for help and tried to move pieces of the wreckage off the buried survivor. Disaster Team members came to her assistance and threw the concrete off the buried victim.
A boy had been trapped under what used to be a home, dirt and mud clinging to his face and clothes. He was finally pulled out and walked over to the fire truck, to be transported to the nearest remaining hospitals. As the rescue workers where called on another emergency, he was left alone with the girl to which he should owe his life.
The boy looked back towards what once was his home. He knew his parents were dead, he saw them crushed under the monster's feet moments before the tail had toppled a ton of steel and concrete on him, still inside the house. It was a miracle he was alive.
Then the reality hit him. He was alone. Barely eight years of age and he was alone for the rest of his life. Tears flowed from his eyes as he broke down and let it all out in a mournful cry. The girl just stood there, sympathizing, most of her family was gone too.
He stopped crying, but the tears continued down his cheeks. His sorrow was being transformed into anger. Anger filled his spirit and then and there, he vowed to kill the monster that destroyed his home, his family, his life. The monster, Gojira.
September 6, 1995, 9:25 P.M. The Island of Mururoa French Polynesia, The Pacific Ocean
The French government had decided to conduct some nuclear tests on the group of islands known as French Polynesia. About a mile away from Mururoa a giant animal floated in the ocean in deep suspended animation. Not dead and yet not alive. The creature was dreaming of a time when he ruled over the earth hundreds of millions of years ago.
The hydrogen bomb was detonated underground, sending a shockwave of epic proportions through the entire area, bombarding the creature with radioactivity. His unique cell structure absorbed the radiation, like a sponge absorbing water, giving him strength. Slowly his body was being awakened. Organs are put back in action, generating energy for him.
His feral head shook, snapping his mind out of the dream-like state of his hibernation. The eyes snapped open, a blue glow behind them as more radiation was sucked into the body. Sparks of blue energy zapped along his body, evidence of him coming back to life.
The mouth opened in a low, roaring, yawn, showing off twin rows of six-foot teeth and twelve-foot fangs. The glow in his eyes dimmed and his golden hued, animalistic, eyes scanned the area as his body still struggled to reawaken.
No longer asleep in his hibernation, and yet not able to move. The creature closed his eyes and let his body be carried by the current, through the area where more tests are to be taken for the next few weeks.
Now, only one thing is sure: He is no longer asleep, and will soon make his reappearance to the world.
May 30, 1998, 10:35 P.M. Fulton Fish Market Manhattan, New York City, New York
Life had slowly returned to normal for the residents of New York City. After the creature called Godzilla and his nest where destroyed the Army National Guard began reconstruction on Manhattan Island. Homes and businesses where still being reconstructed, one of the main areas was the Fulton Fish Market.
However, this late at night, no one was at the damaged market. No one with something to lose, that is. A homeless man going by the name Ryan "D" sneaked his way to one of the shops where the fish was kept before packaging and sent to the public stores inside New York City.
Ryan was hungry. Living on the streets wasn't the best way to live, and food was always scarce. Sometimes he had to steal to survive, he didn't like it but he didn't have a choice. Such was the way of life of those on the streets.
He looked for something to smash through the glass to the fish, resting on the display cases. A piece of concrete, large enough to break the window but small enough for him to lift, was laying on the sidewalk. Ryan picked it up, straining to lift it above his head so he could throw it with all of his strength.
The window shattered, glass dropping everywhere inside the store and the alarm sounding off. He kicked away jagged pieces before getting inside and looking for his meal. Ryan had picked out his fish and was ready to leave just as he heard the police driving around the block. He jumped out and looked down the street, the red and blue lights flashing as the police cars turned on the street corner.
Sprinting, Ryan made it to an alley and ran along it. He hid behind a dumpster as he listened and waited for the cops to come barreling after him down the alley. No one came after him.
Satisfied with his getaway, Ryan pulled out the two fish from out of his jacket. The smell was unappetizing, but he was too hungry to care. Immediately he tore into the fish with his bare teeth, gorging on the innards and spitting out the small bones that he accidentally bit on and hurt his teeth.
The smell of the fish had attracted the homeless cats and other animals that were starved and deprived of food. Cats usually surrounded him first, smelling the pieces that he had spit out and then chewing on them. Bones that Ryan discarded were the sparks of several cat fights between the felines.
Unnoticed to Ryan, the cats stopped fighting and looked towards the shadows at the far end of the alley, their ears perked. Almost all of them arched their backs and hissed at whatever was there. One tom cat, close to the shadow's edge was too close and a reptilian hand whipped out and grabbed the feline before bringing it back to the shadows where the sounds of a fight could be heard. The cat was silenced shortly before a "gulp" broke the quiet.
Now the cats ran, hissing and meowing as they ran the way Ryan had come just minutes earlier.
Ryan had finished the first fish and threw it away from him, giving the cats something to fight over. When he looked to see where the remains would land, he noticed that the cats where gone. He realized that something was terribly wrong. Normally he would have cats surrounding him, and he would have to kick a few away just to continue eating.
The click-clack of something on the ground made him look towards the shadows. Something walked towards him and Ryan backed up against the dumpster, almost scared out of his wits. Two orange lights where several feet off the ground and swaying.
A reptile walked out of the darkness on two powerful hind legs. A rectangle-shaped head sniffed the air and turned, searching for something. It's hands where held under it's body, the hands grabbing at the air greedily. Small bony bumps started at the base of the head, down the neck and body, and ended at the long tail. The orange lights Ryan had seen were the creature's eyes.
Ryan watched in horror as the reptile stalked towards the remains of the fish he had thrown. It sniffed it twice before biting down and sending it down it's gullet. The reptile's tongue licked some of the fish's fluids that lay on the ground before the head rose and it looked right at Ryan.
He was almost on his feet from backing up against the dumpster as the dinosaur-sized reptile walked up to him. It's head ducked down to sniff the fish he had in his hand. Instinctively he threw the fish away, towards the other side of the alley. The reptile, now distracted, looked towards the thrown fish as Ryan turned and ran back towards the way he came.
Never in his life had Ryan ran as hard as he did. Half scared out of his wits he was more scared of the reptile then what the police might do to him if they caught him. He didn't hear the creature following him so he slowed and looked back.
The fish he had thrown and the reptile were both gone!
Had he imagined the whole thing?
Ryan sniffed his hands and could smell the fish. No he had stolen the fish to eat, but what about the reptile? Had he just imagined only that?
Confused, baffled, and scared beyond rational thought, Ryan turned back towards the street where he had entered the alley and stopped.
There, two feet in front of him, was the creature, it's nostrils flaring as it sniffed him. The reptile opened it's mouth in a sneer as a growl exited it's throat. Now Ryan turned tail and ran, as fast as his legs could carry him.
He ran, slightly tired from running earlier, but going at his top speed. The reptile's sounds of crashing through objects spurred him on.
For a second the sounds behind him stopped and Ryan wasn't sure if the creature had stopped. He got his reply as something pushed him to the ground with a thud. Ryan could feel the three-toed foot of the creature on his back, holding him down. Hot, putrid steam hit the back of his head and neck.
The last thing Ryan felt was the jagged teeth poking the temples of his head and lifting it slightly off the ground before his neck was snapped by the reptile.
No one ever saw Ryan "D" again. His disappearance was one of the many unreported missing persons cases in New York City. After all, people disappear without a trace all the time in the Big Apple. Even if they never find any remains.
