Hi everybody, well this is my first fan fiction so I hope you like it
please read and Review it. I need motivation to continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own the king ToHo does. Although if I did I would have never allowed that Piece of crap American Movie to sport his name p.s I do not any of the other Kaiju in this story either *tear*
Pain,
It was the Pain that drove him always, the bright searing agony of fire in his blood. He came to believe there was nothing but the pain, nothing but the torture of his existence. He remembered the beginning of the agony his life had been relatively peaceful until they came. Men firing their noisy sticks, hurting him and leaving him to die. His memories of that time were fractured as it was before his awakening. His awakening, had he been capable he would have smiled at the phrase because he never asked for it, had never wanted it. He sometimes longed for the time before, before the pain and before his hatred. His awakening had come sometime after the men had left all he clearly remembered was the light the blinding white, hot light that had engulfed his body burning him to his very core and the awareness true awareness for the first time in his long existence of change. He felt his bones crack and grow, his muscles expand and become stronger, His mind once that of an animal became something more, and of course the pain that this transformation brought. Yes the light had brought all theses things but it also brought one other. This was the fault of men, men had done this to him, and men had tried to destroy him again but had failed. Then the newest feeling that his change had brought him, Hate. He hated the men and their devices he would destroy them all they would suffer for what they had done to him.
He slept for a long time after the light. He was unsure of how long, but passing a fishing boat awakened him. The rage and hate boiled up immediately here was a chance for vengeance here was a chance to inflict the pain on the men. He rose from the depths where he had been sleeping and unleashed a roar that he had never heard coming from his own throat. That was not all that was strange however the men looked smaller now tiny almost insignificant, and he felt the strange power flow through him not truly thinking he released it on the tiny boat and was surprised to see blue flame escape from his mouth. The fishing boat ceased to exist as soon as the hellish beam that had been released from his jaws touched it, and even more surprisingly the pain nearly vanished, but the moment was short lived. For the searing pain began to bubble up almost immediately after the pleasure of vengeance subsided. He had to have more. It went on for a time just like that, as soon as a fishing boat neared he would release his new found weapon on it from below giving him the relief from the pain and the satisfaction of knowing there were now fewer of those pitiful annoyances that he would have to deal with. Soon even this past time grew tiresome. He wanted more, more relief, more revenge. That is when the smell caught his nose the horrible stench of men closely packed together in one spot. He did not know at the time that the men had a name for this smell and its name was Tokyo.
He came ashore two nights later and was surprised to find so many humans in one place. Then they attacked with beasts made of metal firing the noisy sticks that had so long ago nearly led to his destruction. At first there was fear, if there were so many humans he was sure to perish at their hands. Then he realized that they were no longer hurting him. He felt next to nothing from these attacks. They didn't injure him in the least. He let out a vicious roar and began to take his toll on the population of Tokyo. For two nights he attack with unrelenting ferocity. On the second night a new sensation had been given to him. The humans in a feeble attempt to stop him had put vines around their nest. When he touch these vines they gave him unmentionable power and eased the near constant pain he was in. Growing bolder by the minute, he attacked with even more intensity. Here was his vengeance here he would hurt these men the way they had hurt him. Then on the morning of the third day while he slept in the harbor the humans attacked. Agony beyond agony erupted in his body he was burning from within and without. He had only felt this level of pain once before but even now he knew it was different. The pain he received form the light had accompanied growing, changing, becoming more than he was this was very different. He felt it was over he was dying. Then the darkness overtook him and he was thankful.
Slowly ever so slowly his awareness returned. He realized his body was healing itself skin regrew blood vessels sealed and once again he began to be whole. The humans had for the third time failed to kill him, and now he was becoming even stronger than before. They would again taste his wrath. It was now that he felt the presence of a strange creature it was metal like the beasts the humans used to attack him before. He grabbed it with is powerful claws and ripped it in half suddenly energy coursed through his body. He felt more alive then ever. He headed to the surface of the water and slowly breathed the scent of the air for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He looked around slowly taking stock in the situation he now found himself in. He was far out to sea with no land in sight he sniffed nothing, no sign of the smell that had led him to the humans last time. Then the wind picked up and there it was that foul odor that seemed to penetrate his very skin. He would have to do something about that stench. He threw back his head and uttered the battle cry that warned the world .The unstoppable creature known as Godzilla has returned!
Disclaimer: I do not own the king ToHo does. Although if I did I would have never allowed that Piece of crap American Movie to sport his name p.s I do not any of the other Kaiju in this story either *tear*
Pain,
It was the Pain that drove him always, the bright searing agony of fire in his blood. He came to believe there was nothing but the pain, nothing but the torture of his existence. He remembered the beginning of the agony his life had been relatively peaceful until they came. Men firing their noisy sticks, hurting him and leaving him to die. His memories of that time were fractured as it was before his awakening. His awakening, had he been capable he would have smiled at the phrase because he never asked for it, had never wanted it. He sometimes longed for the time before, before the pain and before his hatred. His awakening had come sometime after the men had left all he clearly remembered was the light the blinding white, hot light that had engulfed his body burning him to his very core and the awareness true awareness for the first time in his long existence of change. He felt his bones crack and grow, his muscles expand and become stronger, His mind once that of an animal became something more, and of course the pain that this transformation brought. Yes the light had brought all theses things but it also brought one other. This was the fault of men, men had done this to him, and men had tried to destroy him again but had failed. Then the newest feeling that his change had brought him, Hate. He hated the men and their devices he would destroy them all they would suffer for what they had done to him.
He slept for a long time after the light. He was unsure of how long, but passing a fishing boat awakened him. The rage and hate boiled up immediately here was a chance for vengeance here was a chance to inflict the pain on the men. He rose from the depths where he had been sleeping and unleashed a roar that he had never heard coming from his own throat. That was not all that was strange however the men looked smaller now tiny almost insignificant, and he felt the strange power flow through him not truly thinking he released it on the tiny boat and was surprised to see blue flame escape from his mouth. The fishing boat ceased to exist as soon as the hellish beam that had been released from his jaws touched it, and even more surprisingly the pain nearly vanished, but the moment was short lived. For the searing pain began to bubble up almost immediately after the pleasure of vengeance subsided. He had to have more. It went on for a time just like that, as soon as a fishing boat neared he would release his new found weapon on it from below giving him the relief from the pain and the satisfaction of knowing there were now fewer of those pitiful annoyances that he would have to deal with. Soon even this past time grew tiresome. He wanted more, more relief, more revenge. That is when the smell caught his nose the horrible stench of men closely packed together in one spot. He did not know at the time that the men had a name for this smell and its name was Tokyo.
He came ashore two nights later and was surprised to find so many humans in one place. Then they attacked with beasts made of metal firing the noisy sticks that had so long ago nearly led to his destruction. At first there was fear, if there were so many humans he was sure to perish at their hands. Then he realized that they were no longer hurting him. He felt next to nothing from these attacks. They didn't injure him in the least. He let out a vicious roar and began to take his toll on the population of Tokyo. For two nights he attack with unrelenting ferocity. On the second night a new sensation had been given to him. The humans in a feeble attempt to stop him had put vines around their nest. When he touch these vines they gave him unmentionable power and eased the near constant pain he was in. Growing bolder by the minute, he attacked with even more intensity. Here was his vengeance here he would hurt these men the way they had hurt him. Then on the morning of the third day while he slept in the harbor the humans attacked. Agony beyond agony erupted in his body he was burning from within and without. He had only felt this level of pain once before but even now he knew it was different. The pain he received form the light had accompanied growing, changing, becoming more than he was this was very different. He felt it was over he was dying. Then the darkness overtook him and he was thankful.
Slowly ever so slowly his awareness returned. He realized his body was healing itself skin regrew blood vessels sealed and once again he began to be whole. The humans had for the third time failed to kill him, and now he was becoming even stronger than before. They would again taste his wrath. It was now that he felt the presence of a strange creature it was metal like the beasts the humans used to attack him before. He grabbed it with is powerful claws and ripped it in half suddenly energy coursed through his body. He felt more alive then ever. He headed to the surface of the water and slowly breathed the scent of the air for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He looked around slowly taking stock in the situation he now found himself in. He was far out to sea with no land in sight he sniffed nothing, no sign of the smell that had led him to the humans last time. Then the wind picked up and there it was that foul odor that seemed to penetrate his very skin. He would have to do something about that stench. He threw back his head and uttered the battle cry that warned the world .The unstoppable creature known as Godzilla has returned!