Chapter 2
In the muse of the warm tropical colors, virulently and violently splashed against the settled vista, convoys of dipped dots of tar black were stippled. It had been hours already, as the helicopter remained in the air as drifters since they left Japan's coast. Their fuel being watched continuously and if needed, they were able to replenished their fuel supplies aboard the Starving Kingdom and the Path of Life, two of the largest aircraft carriers and who were slated directly for this mission. They had everything that was needed, medical personal, rescue services, fuel; the ships were brimming with people whose jobs were to not let anything happen to the containers or the pilots.
The water seemed to reflect their mission at hand, the slick and tarred bottoms of the multiple containers glimmering in the ocean's current. They were value and prosperity to all of them. More than the containers themselves, but the things that had been loaded in them. It was those that would make them rich and live-forever. The parts would just be another tool used to stop the Unites States from crumbling from a future threat. But there was something special about these ones; they were something new meant for a whole new type of hazard that has slowly escaladed in several of the more populated cities, ones that were use to having nuclear power plants right outside their windows. Most never thought that something like this would happen to the peaceful cities they lived in, that they would never be like the Japanese, but just like the Japanese, as their technology increased, the bi-products soon appeared.
With the yellow shine of the sun transferring itself over to the still black cover of the helicopters, the day seemed to pass them by without harm. As the almost futile, seascape peered from them from its standing point; the pilots exchanged glances with it.
Ivan Miller, a newly formed pilot, who had never seen the sea like this, took an elongated look towards the peaceful canvas. Speckles of tangerine orange sparkled across his window. His mind dismissed it as a trick of his eyes, leaning towards that he has had a lack of sleep and his eyes are beginning to come apart at the seams. But the trail of tracers seemed to whip around like a piece of sting caught in an up roar of wind. The tiny specks tickled the metal plates, but exceeded their foreplay on the window, digging a line of nickel-sized holes across the lower panel. His trembling, rickety body cooled with the lost of the warm cabin air and which was slowly being replaced by the sea's filled-mist air. He had never seen the light of combat or ever been shot at and his mind and body couldn't hold on. A mix of shock and fright, a deep fright that seemed to bound from his lungs, collapsing them as it made its way to his heart and throat. His stare still ice-covered on that beautiful escape that was just waiting for him to join it. The helicopter's tail flustered as another drum of rounds from the unknown attacker belted against its armor. Ivan sorted his hand to the window, the ocean line just behind the frayed shards of glass. His hand beckoning for the view, but it gradually dripped from his hand, in large drops of crimson red. The vivid red dribbled into the canvas of yellows, oranges, greens and blues, destroying his dream of being with the vista of clear sky. His own blood mixing with his wish, his wish of death as his life played in rewind. He let the helicopter ride itself, not wanting to take it over with his human selfishness, letting it choose its own path. The helicopter chose, spiraling down towards a fertile and blossoming forest, his vista was gone, with his dream.
The cabin's engraved walls wilted and sagged with frowns, with each rumble the ground made. Izumo Murkami sloshed and tumbled in his bed, the thin knitted quilt swaying like an ocean current, every time the soil underneath trembled and repositioned itself. Izumo's old shell of a body had enough of the annoyance outside. He wanted to know, either it be an earthquake or something else, but whatever it was he was ready to give it a piece of his mind.
In the unprotected shelter of the harsh wildness, Izumo stepped out. The timid breeze that run down the hilly area brought the fridge chill that ran down his spine. His olive discolored robe just wasn't enough to keep the skirting wind from him. The area was heavy and swept with darkness, but a slender layer of rolling fog laid low to the ground, districting the darkness of the forest. The moon lied high on the clouds in the sky, tan with pure white light, nearly acting as a spot light for the small stretch of forest.
Again the rumble of the earth's own skin and crust came, along with it came the bellowing of the trees as their trunks and roots took strain. The noise seemed to exclude itself to one area, in time moving in one single path. Izumo's eyes shuffled with his ears, tuning into the un-normal sounds. Swiftly, the once dazzling light of the mood faded into the blackness, as if it was some type of animal scared of something else that over exceed its own size. As Izumo stood in the over extensiveness of the darkness, a slight tickle or an itch feathered his neck, like if someone's hair was brushing against him. His crumpled and wrinkled hand waved at the oddly induced itch. The flimsy, crinkled fingers tangled densely in hefty sessions of knotty and meshed hair, hair that felt like it would be found on some type of gorilla. A grumble of fear and anxiety filter through Izumo's scrunched up body, but his eyes were unharmed by the shock of the matter. Before he could focus on whatever was standing behind him, an extensive large foot skimmed across his head, long dangles of fur moving in unison with each other. It's broad, but humped back marked and covered in the same white, nearly gray fur. It's arms suspended straight down from the creature's shoulders, its fingertips practically chalking the cold ground. Letters and words jumbled in Izumo's throat, but his mind knew of the old legend of the giant Albino-Yeti.
The once city market lied obscured in a mask and visor of drying flacks of ash that had settled on its dilapidated roof. It once thrived with busy mothers that wanted food for dinner, but it wasn't just the fish market, but the whole city of Haneda that was now hearing- impaired to the world now after the nuclear fallout by Godzilla three years ago. The city was nothing more than a field of radiation and cancer, unlivable to any type of life. But even with its dangers and harm, some still hung onto the past, before the monster melted into the soil of city and took over it. It was a blank earth to the rest of the world, but too one it was still home.
Ai Hitomi was there when Godzilla fought the monster Destroyah in the midst of Haneda's indusial district, she had witnessed its wrath and than its own body withering away with the rest of the city as his radiation was submitted to the surrounding area. Now, the city was just as it was back than, but without its inner life, but that never mattered to her, in her mind's eye the past was still clutched hard.
The craters and buckets that once held the catch of day in fish, now held those same fish, but dead now and floating face up in the putrid rain water. Ai plunged her hand in the stagnate water, her fingers grazing one of the departed fishes, her light touch flaking off scales easily. She seized it tight in her hand, nearly smashing the fish into two halves.
"This one will do well for dinner tonight." Her rasped, crooked voice spoke to the faded pink fish, its body ghastly burned and mutated, spurting extra appendages and a swollen eye on its stomach. Ai's once beautiful white blouse, that now sat on her body burnt and cleaved, one shoulder hanging, ripped, down her arm, peeled and shuffled as she leveled her back. Her eyes sliced with the horizon, promptly fastened to the recent brushing trail of dust that had been drawn along the horizon's line. From the haze of tan smoke and dirt, a burly, gray box- truck heaved through, in almost sequence, another followed, and another one after that one. They were performing their exodus from the point where Haneda was changed, a place that was so contaminated with radiation, that the grounds still remained cindered with heat. It was the grave meant for a monster.
The grounds fogged with little spurts of arid dust that folded and roused behind Ai's feet, some particles of the massing clouds sprinkled on the back of her bare feet. A click and snap of metal triggered her eyes to the back of her. A rose of sub machine guns, encircled her head, at eye level. The flower of soldiers, mocked in yellow biohazard suits, and gloomy gas masks, that took away every wholesomeness of a person's face and turned them into some type of gangly animal figure.
"You are trespassing on government property, we have been given the right to detained any that are in this vicinity." His husky, mutilated voice came from somewhere in the group, it almost seemed if all had said it.
"Haru, place her in the truck. We'll take her with us, it seems that she has been wondering around her for awhile, she has harsh radiation burns, and heavy radiation poisoning. Get her something to eat and than take her to the medical center." With a solid salute, the man took the women by the shoulder and guided her to the back of their truck and helped her up the steps, as she clambered in, her fingers loosened around the dead, mutated fish and let it drop to the floor, where its frail skin drizzled across the filth of Haneda.
In the catered landscape of the mountainous, Okinawa, Gai Fukuda shouldered his jack hammer drill, trying his best to hustle up the side of the mountain to join the others. They weren't suppose to be there, they were on sacred grounds, land that was owned and watched over by a small group of monks that were never seen and were said to pray to the god in the mountain, the same mountain they were drilling into. They wouldn't be doing it, if it wasn't for the exhaust of natural resources, and if any where found, big money would be paid for them. They had heard that this mountain was filled with sizeable coal deposits, ones that would make everyone of them millionaires. But they were the first group to ignore the myths of what may happen or what the monks would say to them, greed was the only thing they cared about.
"Gai, what's going on so far? Have you guys found anything?" The radio blared with his chief's voice. Gai took a second to stop and clutch the small hand handle device from his belt.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't even reach the hole, so I am not sure of what is going on, chief"
"I don't want you to sleep through this one, get up there and see what is going on. Over." The words disappeared from the square black box as it cooled in Gai's hand. He once again swelled up the side of the mountain.
A clatter of rushing feet and screams gushed and sprayed from the hole they had dug. Gai wheeled towards the site of calamity.
"What happened?" Gai's husked frame presented his words harshly .
"Eisei saw something down there, he said it was hard to make out, but whatever it was, it seems that's what the monks were talking about." Gai rolled his eyes at the frantic worker, slumping his jack hammer to the ground, he torched his flash light and entered the shaft. Moist warm, almost fever like heat, dripped from the walls and ceiling. The light from the flashlight made the sweating walls glisten even more, but even with a score of feet already walked, Gai could see that the end was getting close. As he toed the ledge of the shaft, which just disappeared from his feet, Gai noticed that he was standing in front of a large void. He swirled the light around, but it still vanished in the darken emptiness. He scanned the ground from his feet to where the hollow space started and held on to the light as it bounced off something in the depressed dwelling. Ruby flickers of sparkles and strobes recoiled back, as the light glanced over an rounded, garnet bulb in the middle of the lone gloom. The shining beam gleamed off a set of tailored bristly teeth that sat evenly spaced from one another. Gai, than realized that coming here was something that they shouldn't have done.
In the muse of the warm tropical colors, virulently and violently splashed against the settled vista, convoys of dipped dots of tar black were stippled. It had been hours already, as the helicopter remained in the air as drifters since they left Japan's coast. Their fuel being watched continuously and if needed, they were able to replenished their fuel supplies aboard the Starving Kingdom and the Path of Life, two of the largest aircraft carriers and who were slated directly for this mission. They had everything that was needed, medical personal, rescue services, fuel; the ships were brimming with people whose jobs were to not let anything happen to the containers or the pilots.
The water seemed to reflect their mission at hand, the slick and tarred bottoms of the multiple containers glimmering in the ocean's current. They were value and prosperity to all of them. More than the containers themselves, but the things that had been loaded in them. It was those that would make them rich and live-forever. The parts would just be another tool used to stop the Unites States from crumbling from a future threat. But there was something special about these ones; they were something new meant for a whole new type of hazard that has slowly escaladed in several of the more populated cities, ones that were use to having nuclear power plants right outside their windows. Most never thought that something like this would happen to the peaceful cities they lived in, that they would never be like the Japanese, but just like the Japanese, as their technology increased, the bi-products soon appeared.
With the yellow shine of the sun transferring itself over to the still black cover of the helicopters, the day seemed to pass them by without harm. As the almost futile, seascape peered from them from its standing point; the pilots exchanged glances with it.
Ivan Miller, a newly formed pilot, who had never seen the sea like this, took an elongated look towards the peaceful canvas. Speckles of tangerine orange sparkled across his window. His mind dismissed it as a trick of his eyes, leaning towards that he has had a lack of sleep and his eyes are beginning to come apart at the seams. But the trail of tracers seemed to whip around like a piece of sting caught in an up roar of wind. The tiny specks tickled the metal plates, but exceeded their foreplay on the window, digging a line of nickel-sized holes across the lower panel. His trembling, rickety body cooled with the lost of the warm cabin air and which was slowly being replaced by the sea's filled-mist air. He had never seen the light of combat or ever been shot at and his mind and body couldn't hold on. A mix of shock and fright, a deep fright that seemed to bound from his lungs, collapsing them as it made its way to his heart and throat. His stare still ice-covered on that beautiful escape that was just waiting for him to join it. The helicopter's tail flustered as another drum of rounds from the unknown attacker belted against its armor. Ivan sorted his hand to the window, the ocean line just behind the frayed shards of glass. His hand beckoning for the view, but it gradually dripped from his hand, in large drops of crimson red. The vivid red dribbled into the canvas of yellows, oranges, greens and blues, destroying his dream of being with the vista of clear sky. His own blood mixing with his wish, his wish of death as his life played in rewind. He let the helicopter ride itself, not wanting to take it over with his human selfishness, letting it choose its own path. The helicopter chose, spiraling down towards a fertile and blossoming forest, his vista was gone, with his dream.
The cabin's engraved walls wilted and sagged with frowns, with each rumble the ground made. Izumo Murkami sloshed and tumbled in his bed, the thin knitted quilt swaying like an ocean current, every time the soil underneath trembled and repositioned itself. Izumo's old shell of a body had enough of the annoyance outside. He wanted to know, either it be an earthquake or something else, but whatever it was he was ready to give it a piece of his mind.
In the unprotected shelter of the harsh wildness, Izumo stepped out. The timid breeze that run down the hilly area brought the fridge chill that ran down his spine. His olive discolored robe just wasn't enough to keep the skirting wind from him. The area was heavy and swept with darkness, but a slender layer of rolling fog laid low to the ground, districting the darkness of the forest. The moon lied high on the clouds in the sky, tan with pure white light, nearly acting as a spot light for the small stretch of forest.
Again the rumble of the earth's own skin and crust came, along with it came the bellowing of the trees as their trunks and roots took strain. The noise seemed to exclude itself to one area, in time moving in one single path. Izumo's eyes shuffled with his ears, tuning into the un-normal sounds. Swiftly, the once dazzling light of the mood faded into the blackness, as if it was some type of animal scared of something else that over exceed its own size. As Izumo stood in the over extensiveness of the darkness, a slight tickle or an itch feathered his neck, like if someone's hair was brushing against him. His crumpled and wrinkled hand waved at the oddly induced itch. The flimsy, crinkled fingers tangled densely in hefty sessions of knotty and meshed hair, hair that felt like it would be found on some type of gorilla. A grumble of fear and anxiety filter through Izumo's scrunched up body, but his eyes were unharmed by the shock of the matter. Before he could focus on whatever was standing behind him, an extensive large foot skimmed across his head, long dangles of fur moving in unison with each other. It's broad, but humped back marked and covered in the same white, nearly gray fur. It's arms suspended straight down from the creature's shoulders, its fingertips practically chalking the cold ground. Letters and words jumbled in Izumo's throat, but his mind knew of the old legend of the giant Albino-Yeti.
The once city market lied obscured in a mask and visor of drying flacks of ash that had settled on its dilapidated roof. It once thrived with busy mothers that wanted food for dinner, but it wasn't just the fish market, but the whole city of Haneda that was now hearing- impaired to the world now after the nuclear fallout by Godzilla three years ago. The city was nothing more than a field of radiation and cancer, unlivable to any type of life. But even with its dangers and harm, some still hung onto the past, before the monster melted into the soil of city and took over it. It was a blank earth to the rest of the world, but too one it was still home.
Ai Hitomi was there when Godzilla fought the monster Destroyah in the midst of Haneda's indusial district, she had witnessed its wrath and than its own body withering away with the rest of the city as his radiation was submitted to the surrounding area. Now, the city was just as it was back than, but without its inner life, but that never mattered to her, in her mind's eye the past was still clutched hard.
The craters and buckets that once held the catch of day in fish, now held those same fish, but dead now and floating face up in the putrid rain water. Ai plunged her hand in the stagnate water, her fingers grazing one of the departed fishes, her light touch flaking off scales easily. She seized it tight in her hand, nearly smashing the fish into two halves.
"This one will do well for dinner tonight." Her rasped, crooked voice spoke to the faded pink fish, its body ghastly burned and mutated, spurting extra appendages and a swollen eye on its stomach. Ai's once beautiful white blouse, that now sat on her body burnt and cleaved, one shoulder hanging, ripped, down her arm, peeled and shuffled as she leveled her back. Her eyes sliced with the horizon, promptly fastened to the recent brushing trail of dust that had been drawn along the horizon's line. From the haze of tan smoke and dirt, a burly, gray box- truck heaved through, in almost sequence, another followed, and another one after that one. They were performing their exodus from the point where Haneda was changed, a place that was so contaminated with radiation, that the grounds still remained cindered with heat. It was the grave meant for a monster.
The grounds fogged with little spurts of arid dust that folded and roused behind Ai's feet, some particles of the massing clouds sprinkled on the back of her bare feet. A click and snap of metal triggered her eyes to the back of her. A rose of sub machine guns, encircled her head, at eye level. The flower of soldiers, mocked in yellow biohazard suits, and gloomy gas masks, that took away every wholesomeness of a person's face and turned them into some type of gangly animal figure.
"You are trespassing on government property, we have been given the right to detained any that are in this vicinity." His husky, mutilated voice came from somewhere in the group, it almost seemed if all had said it.
"Haru, place her in the truck. We'll take her with us, it seems that she has been wondering around her for awhile, she has harsh radiation burns, and heavy radiation poisoning. Get her something to eat and than take her to the medical center." With a solid salute, the man took the women by the shoulder and guided her to the back of their truck and helped her up the steps, as she clambered in, her fingers loosened around the dead, mutated fish and let it drop to the floor, where its frail skin drizzled across the filth of Haneda.
In the catered landscape of the mountainous, Okinawa, Gai Fukuda shouldered his jack hammer drill, trying his best to hustle up the side of the mountain to join the others. They weren't suppose to be there, they were on sacred grounds, land that was owned and watched over by a small group of monks that were never seen and were said to pray to the god in the mountain, the same mountain they were drilling into. They wouldn't be doing it, if it wasn't for the exhaust of natural resources, and if any where found, big money would be paid for them. They had heard that this mountain was filled with sizeable coal deposits, ones that would make everyone of them millionaires. But they were the first group to ignore the myths of what may happen or what the monks would say to them, greed was the only thing they cared about.
"Gai, what's going on so far? Have you guys found anything?" The radio blared with his chief's voice. Gai took a second to stop and clutch the small hand handle device from his belt.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't even reach the hole, so I am not sure of what is going on, chief"
"I don't want you to sleep through this one, get up there and see what is going on. Over." The words disappeared from the square black box as it cooled in Gai's hand. He once again swelled up the side of the mountain.
A clatter of rushing feet and screams gushed and sprayed from the hole they had dug. Gai wheeled towards the site of calamity.
"What happened?" Gai's husked frame presented his words harshly .
"Eisei saw something down there, he said it was hard to make out, but whatever it was, it seems that's what the monks were talking about." Gai rolled his eyes at the frantic worker, slumping his jack hammer to the ground, he torched his flash light and entered the shaft. Moist warm, almost fever like heat, dripped from the walls and ceiling. The light from the flashlight made the sweating walls glisten even more, but even with a score of feet already walked, Gai could see that the end was getting close. As he toed the ledge of the shaft, which just disappeared from his feet, Gai noticed that he was standing in front of a large void. He swirled the light around, but it still vanished in the darken emptiness. He scanned the ground from his feet to where the hollow space started and held on to the light as it bounced off something in the depressed dwelling. Ruby flickers of sparkles and strobes recoiled back, as the light glanced over an rounded, garnet bulb in the middle of the lone gloom. The shining beam gleamed off a set of tailored bristly teeth that sat evenly spaced from one another. Gai, than realized that coming here was something that they shouldn't have done.