Chapter 4
Within the twisted dream of bloating sand and heat, the blank earth, Mars swam with vast showers of gathering emerald green specks. The planet seemed controlled by the swarming masses as they whirled through its atmosphere. They seemed to be condensed in one area of the angered planet, beaming burly amounts of intense green light across the small area of land, even shimmering from the planet's surface, dead in the freedom of the universe.
It was this that attracted Mothra's attention; the odd energy that radiated and ensnared whatever was listening or watching its harshly beautiful display. The riveting torture of the atmosphere battered the elegant and polished wings of the moth deity as she strictly led her body into the fry. Worry still seized the goddess's mind as she piloted through the breach of the vindictive planet's untimely atmosphere, her mind would not let that whatever was on Mars was something that she had never encountered or seen before. Whatever the strange event was, it wasn't something that was natural and was filled with a revolting hate, even its sight was shaded with evil and ominous.
A stunted blush of wind scraped the bottom of Mothra's wings as she finally descended into the last layers of the atmosphere. The experiencing change of heat seemed fertile and cool to the graced monster. Without the heavy tension and stress of the blooming atmosphere, Mothra charmingly glides over the sterile, cherry sands of Mars. Ahead, particles of emerald and jade filtered easily through the planet's skies. Mothra pursued the odd phenomenon, gracing effortlessly through the vacant air.
Her nimble eyes pieced together the landscape as she rose over a small mound of built sand. The sparks of thousands of green bulbs waited in the inane area. The ground was soiled with round cavities, shimmering profoundly with the same green sparkle that the tiny dots carried, but intensified. Hundreds of these pits laid strewn in a random fashion, each one giving home to the aimless floating bulbs above them.
Mothra provided a shrill cry of dread and sorrow feelings as her ears picked up on the still screaming souls that lied within the nooks, their body long been tore apart in atrocious and ghastly and the very essence of their life stolen away and enslaved to the name of their now be holder, who was still waiting for them to join him. Whole species of life roamed in almost every recess, their power still riving, but controlled to some degree by the evil that roped them in.
Mothra's speckled eyes glimmered with a hate for whatever had done this to all the life that sieve the universe's space. Her thoughts demanded her to try her best to free them, let their souls rest and be released to let them live again in peace. Twinkles and flickers of orangish-yellow energy pierced the surface of Mothra's twin antennas. Boosted, sound lances of perfect energy bounds, dished from the feathery ends of her frayed antennas, coursing along the inner wall of one of the radiant basins. The frizzle of the static energy clanged to the wall for a few seconds before disappearing the healthy glow of the living pit. Dresses of sands brushed into the sink, as the grounds rumbled hostilely, something different than the pits moaned, a cry that was deep without any type of emotion. Another grumble of sand and dirt was jostled around, leaving fissures along the flat areas of the valley. With the thunder of the land, another growl of dishing anger and hatred wondered through the steaming craters, twisting through the ruins of the pit.
The deathly groans of the unseen creature made Mothra's body shutter with fright and anxiety for what was making the sound. But she knew whatever it was, it had to be stopped and she was the one that had to do it. Her body escorted her down closer, closer to the stealing hollows, tubs for the cooking of the stolen energy. The silky, red sands of Mars were once again stirred in its vat, as a cloaking mass of piercing, sparkled green gems fanned from a teetering fracture that had spilt across the lustrous plain. The sky peeked with revolting, chewed olive and rolled brown, typed twines of ginger, and tickles of crimson that seemed to cap the mounting outline.
Gruesome folds of crimson riveted into brain material, topping the massive silhouette of draped dreary mud color. Sleepless eyes embroiled in a splash of deadly red, only being kept back by a circle of orange locked eyelids. Two hands of finger-like mandibles dipped in bright carrot coloring, clapped together with even smiles. Wraps of pined emerald skin shadowed its body. Too contrast the dark green, wiry ropes of carroty like orange, lined from the body, only to end a battered point. Further down, a harvest of tinier, lesser tentacles bushed together on the darkness's waist. Its own flesh matted to the ground, looking almost if it was melded to the red sands of Mars, but the tissue seemed to branched off from there, making the silhouette L shaped in form. As the partnering cloud of dissipating gems went astray, the Gudis was rendered in exposure.
Mothra, without familiarity of the creature, she knew its evil, the evil that propelled in its veins that rode with the hazed sands of the devil planet. She sensed that it knew something of her, of her power and abilities, somehow it felt like that they had seen one another before. But Mothra had never encountered this type of ominous aura, not even during the time she had spent wondering the bare intangibleness of space. The moth goddess only knew that she had to control or subdue this evil before it could spread any further than it already has.
With a loop of swabbing energy, the Gudis's cable-like arm entangled itself around one of Mothra's craned legs. With only muscle outfitted, the Gudis intensely jolted the deity's body into the wind, directing it towards itself. Its stench of dried skin and distilled evil breathed deep and heavy on Mothra's face as it jerked her diligent body nearer to its expelling mouth, bringing death to every nerve in her body. Every muscle in her body cramped with fear of the evil harvester, Mothra squirmed in its warped clutch, not able to endure the vile taste and gurgle that bestowed the creature.
Mothra's body riveted and was engrossed in sadistic shutters of freedom, and from her wings scrapping scales begun to flake off, piercing the cherry sky with bites of gold and yellow. Composed charges of dished, nerving energy randomly mouthed from under Mothra's wings, groping the Gudis's despicable flesh, making veins of gold energy glisten on the dark plate of skin. Each outburst of kinetic energy just shimmered on the Gudis's appalling flesh, being dispersed across the rim of it. Without even tingles of pain being done to the Gudis, the crusading bolts still rambled on. The Gudis getting tired of the dismal show, begun to draw the irritating creature closer.
Once again the devil's smell of arid skin and collected evil made Mothra cringe with unease. Lost seconds brought the two face to face, the Gudis's dripping eyes grinning hard at Mothra's terrified ones, making her chirp loud with running fright. With a craw of throaty groans, the Gudis pivoted its head back and plunged it into the horrified face of Mothra, vibrating the two's skulls together. The tumbled jolt urged the gentle moth into a sadistic spin as she flickered in the tearing winds that pressed on her back. The world folded itself around Mothra's backside, sending swimming crowds of sand to the sky.
The varying skies of Mars, rumbled with quakes of sand and debris, brushing the tan horizon. The meadow of accenting pits of intense green begun their blossoming, from within their cavernous trenches, the sparkling streams of warming bulbs of illuminating green ascended into the insecure, clear dream of space. With their lead into the undreamt parts of space, they left behind their master and provider. Its impacted mud green skin dressed with their light, flickering and blazing in its gem red eyes. Its crown of mandibles that were wedge in the center of its face clasped the air and unfastened the locked fingers of its maw. A drenched moan quivered in the air as the Gudis shuffled towards the multihued monster that it had effortlessly overpowered previously.
The dark shade that eclipsed Mothra's eyes formerly evaporated back into her ordinary sight. The dismal shower of Gudis cells sputtered off her cobalt eyes as Mothra observed them rise away from the planet. Mothra's hammered body lingered, pinned to the floor of the planet. The used groan of the Gudis, made the goddess's head jar from the soil, peering over its wrecked body to see the gloomy outline of the Gudis lurking over it.
With a snap of muscle, the Gudis's vivid orange appendage enveloped around Mothra's portly neck, clinching her throat shut. The threat of squeezing, wrenching pain cluttered in Mothra's head as she tried to resist the Gudis's subduing grip. Convulsive jerks rambled from her body as her neck was pushed further into her own body. A bulge of pressure gusted from within her throat and squirted from her stone-like mandibles in the form of thin, gummy, orangish green blood. With the runny sound of the squirting blood, the crunch of over packed flesh sprung from Mothra's crumpling neck.
Frenzied spurts of overstrained muscles begun to muffle and wither away into slow wrenches of unwinding tension. Mothra's raking legs where steadily immobilized, by the deity's own nervous system as her brain failed to send any more responses. With the still waver of draining light, the Gudis's buckled arm around Mothra's neck, spurred with a bank of movement, winching the idol from her filthy grave into the failed skies and liberating her from its grapple, letting her corpse sail to a much suitable one. The once vigorous moth deity slumped through the layer of fanning cells and sank headfirst into one of the sheer craters, her colorless eyes reflecting back the emerald shimmer of the exhausting cells that departed towards the flawlessness of space.
Once again unaccompanied with minor threats, the Gudis returned to its plans for travel towards its final objective. As the last of its cells departed Mars' space, the final cloud of dripping gems whirled and balled themselves over the Gudis. Tissue, of reddish clay and greenish mud, slowly mounted over the Gudis, forming a sac suitable for travel in the lawlessness of space. With mysterious propulsion, the enclosed sphere, levitated, almost if giving the red sands one more look before it left. Drinking at the end of the radiant tail of its cells, the encompassed orb of the Gudis stalked behind. Following the road of space to the Earth, where it will finally assimilate all the life in the universe.
The Gudis's whole goal in life was to spread its evil and gain more power doing so. With every life that it has taken, it has only grown stronger from that life forms cells being corrupted by the Gudis's and taken into the monster itself. Though, its hunger hasn't been satisfied, the other worlds that it had visited didn't have much life, only morsels compared to what the Gudis really desired for. It had searched its entire life, becoming even more physically powerful from every trip, making it easier for the Gudis to over take whole species of life with simplicity. But now it has had to prepare itself for what it was after, the earth. It's the cradle for the first formation of life, letting it mature and evolve into more sound beings from the amount of time that it has been around, something that could easily oppose the Gudis, if it wasn't careful. The Earth, even beyond its normal species of life, it had others that were abnormal, oddities that were made by bi-products of their own evolution. These irregular life forms where what the Gudis was curious to sample, since they carried cells that would greatly increase the Gudis's strength, and with that power, the Gudis would then not have to fear the defensive hope of the dominant species.
On the dreary sands of Mars, a luminous beacon of golden light dreamt from a single crater in a field of many. Off the murky cherry red walls, along with the golden light, a humble song of meaning and cupped feelings, curling like a slip of smoke, the song entrenched the once evil that was held in the same hollow. The encouraging words were strung with power of their own, magic that could raise their idol from this depression of land, and help it to fly again. Their tiny voices hummed thunderously in the significant basin as they sang. The Cosmos, the followers and guides of their deity, Mothra, stood in front of the warped form of their goddess, it's life barely traceable with their eyes. Their song was healing to the holy being, its energies slowly coming back around, again curving through her body. Even with symbols of life returning to Mothra's eyes, the Cosmos still sang the attractive song. A burly cry sounded from Mothra's capped mandibles, making the Cosmos rejoice by greeting their god with, "Mothra."
The lackluster, troubled light of the sun, tended to the heat of the night on the island of Japan. Faces slept and dreamed of tomorrow, not what was coming for them, not what could happen that every night to them. Space was beyond their reach and grasp, and whatever was out their wasn't really something that should be concerned about.
On the dreary sands of Mars, a luminous beacon of golden light dreamt from a single crater in a field of many. Off the murky cherry red walls, along with the golden light, a humble song of meaning and cupped feelings, curling like a slip of smoke, the song entrenched the once evil that was held in the same hollow. The encouraging words were strung with power of their own, magic that could raise their idol from this depression of land, and help it to fly again. Their tiny voices hummed thunderously in the significant basin as they sang. The Cosmos, the followers and guides of their deity, Mothra, stood in front of the warped form of their goddess, it's life barely traceable with their eyes. Their song was healing to the holy being, its energies slowly coming back around, again curving through her body. Even with symbols of life returning to Mothra's eyes, the Cosmos still sang the attractive song. A burly cry sounded from Mothra's capped mandibles, making the Cosmos rejoice by greeting their god with, "Mothra."
The lackluster, troubled light of the sun, tended to the heat of the night on the island of Japan. Faces slept and dreamed of tomorrow, not what was coming for them, not what could happen that every night to them. Space was beyond their reach and grasp, and whatever was out there wasn't really something that should be concerned about. Though, it was what evil could hide in, giving it a perfect shade to its face, letting it strike without retaliation. Space was thought to be ours, as well as the culture of it, but we never sought to see if that was every true, and now our ignorance will be our ruin.
The misty, clouded sky flared with movements of buffed lime glints, shimmering light on the undersides of the systematic clouds. It was an uncanny and ghostly event that remained in the visionless hours of the night. It was like the sky was infected with some type of virus as it spread across its skin. It would only be a short while before the whole world was under its spell.
Even in the lime squinting heavens, an orangish flight of something came drifting along the road of the bright emerald atmosphere. Its course passed tightly over the business district, nearly touching the top of one of the Tax Towers. The trailing meteor coasted through the rest of its trip, seemingly cooling itself down before it landed. As it decelerated it's descend, the fiery orb outer layer, lobbed humid and clammy arms of ropy flesh, soon more of these delicate arms of stringed skin tissue twined around some of the taller buildings' necks. Forming a net of pure condensed and moist flesh that acted as a web to the bulky compressed pouch of remaining flesh that was huddled in the middle. It progressively rose to the world, its sleepless eyes embroiled in a splash of deadly red was what the world was greeted with. If only humans weren't so ignorant they could have seen they weren't meant to survive as long as they have.
The brilliant light of the sun still lied upon the American coast; it seemed to fuel the fires heat as they continued to burn in the forest. The warmth of the shaded forest was nearly intolerable to already suffering recovering team as they hide in the brush, waiting for the burly dinosaur, Anguris, to give up on their prize.
Wisker's sheltered, rimmed sunglasses gave a false darkness to the creature's broken, dull brown skin. A lean shell that rode along the frame of the monster's spine fenced in its files of toothy spikes. The once again dinosaur's tail kept the same pattern, as twin chains of thorns went down to the tip of the elongated appendage. Its four legs long and crane like, with eight, slender and stretched out fingers tipping its front paws. The living fossil's gem of a face was again plated with spines and barbs, a crown of them sat on top of its head, as a brisk, hulky one pointed the end of its extensive mouth.
As the daylight dribbled with bloated spots of jade green, the trudged dinosaur panicked by this anomaly, gives up on protecting the extraordinary container and returns back to its dwelling.
The brush moves again with life as the recovery team gathers around the container, their eyes burned with the impossible as to what is happening. Though, the sound of a helicopter was enough to set them back to what they have to do.
The nocturnal life of the Kyoto Kitayama forest was unoccupied from the splintering sound of Go's motorcycle as he careful drew a line through. The estrange burn of the moon kept with him in the rush of the land, dotting behind the canopies of the trees as it dash in and out, following every movement of his hands. But something that neither one of them expected happened, the ground shook, swaying the trees and fumbling the front tire of Go's motorcycle. With skids of stripping rubber and crumbling dirt, Go was pitched with poise from the seat of his bike. His back bounded on a lump of feathery grass, only giving him a few small bruises along his back.
As Go roused from his tumble, he wondered his eyes for his motorcycle, catching the sight of its blemishing headlight, he mounted himself upward again. Something shivered the land again, knocking out the headlight, pitching the area into blackness. Go still kept his eyes on where the headlight of his motorcycle was, not wanting to let the object from his sight, but he noticed that the light wasn't entirely knocked out. It shone in slipped beams, like if the light was cutting through something. It than hit his mind like a shattering brick, he realized that something had to be standing in front of the light.
With a guilty look, Go peered towards the crown of the forest, only to seen they have been addressed by the tarnished dirt colored face of the yeti that he was searching for. Its black eyes polished with folly, as it equaled Go to the ground. Its upper lip ripped on to itself, smirking its soiled yellow teeth, each one crowned with a stabbing point. The trees seemed to part and rush as the sky was packed and crammed to its brim with speckles of leaking green. Both Go and Yeti, two that were searching for each other in world of shadows, set aside what they were there for and together looked at the unusual affair that riddled across the sky.
The restricted space of the undersized helicopter, made Miki and Meru's opposing opinions even more animated.
"He's the same when we first saw him after the change, eyes never lie." Miki griping voice coughed the small cabin.
"He may be the same, but precautions still need to be dealt in the same manner as if he was the original Godzilla. I don't want to see people hurt and I don't want to see you lose hope in the monster. I love him as much as you do, but you have to remember he's just like any other beast." Meru's tranquil words seem to counter Miki's tone, letting a breeze of stable emotion to sort through the helicopter.
The nightline twinkled with flickers of painful green blotches that plugged up the sky. They stirred in streams along side their helicopter, bunching against the rotors, jamming them with their bodies and lives. A sputter of gears leaked, as the rotors begun to slow and the helicopter started to drop.
The bleak airstrip sat isolated in the middle of a grassy knoll, an airplane cooling from the night flight that its engines just endured was the only thing that lied on its tarmac. An erect set of stairs had been buckled to the side of it, allowing the vital personal to exit the capsule. Metal clicks of weighty steel boots, being hydraulically pulled up every step the stout man took. His lengthy, silvered, slacked hair ran away with the wind as it bypassed him. And to the gem filled night sky, he pointed his metal claw, a replace for his missing hand.
"How right I was, I knew the earth would be infected by something soon. My theories are always true and now, our only hope is within ourselves." The noble, but plump Dr. J insisted to his charming and only daughter Nina as she stood flabbergasted on the steps of plane, at the delusional episode.
The altering mass of boring mud color, shuffled on its new feeding grounds, it had never expected to sense this much food here. With a tug of its fleshy, but flat slug-like tail, the Gudis dragged across the streets, its every movement making the buildings teeter and curve. With a swift, drive from its tentacle, it detached the top of a very lofty office building, sediments of crumbled steel and splintered glass was squeezed across the street. The Gudis relished and savored the image, as fragmented corpses were posed with and around the shards, innocent bodies of people working late. As their blood drummed on still through their wounds, their skin begun to be filter with wavers of lime green specks that dissolved and melted their bodies into a cloud of operating Gudis cells, ready to join the trillions of them that screamed over head.
Though, something trumpeted unfathomable in the night. An avenger that hasn't been seen along the shorelines of Japan for three years, countless time. Its footsteps broadcasted as if they were dipping into the ground, vibrate across the cords of the land. It was thought impossible that he would ever return, something that has no concern for a world that hates him, an understanding for what he is. He has long put humans out of his mind as friends or enemies; they are nothing, but lingering life that doesn't much longer to live. With his absences, he has come to be a near myth now. It was only a matter of time before Godzilla returned.
Within the twisted dream of bloating sand and heat, the blank earth, Mars swam with vast showers of gathering emerald green specks. The planet seemed controlled by the swarming masses as they whirled through its atmosphere. They seemed to be condensed in one area of the angered planet, beaming burly amounts of intense green light across the small area of land, even shimmering from the planet's surface, dead in the freedom of the universe.
It was this that attracted Mothra's attention; the odd energy that radiated and ensnared whatever was listening or watching its harshly beautiful display. The riveting torture of the atmosphere battered the elegant and polished wings of the moth deity as she strictly led her body into the fry. Worry still seized the goddess's mind as she piloted through the breach of the vindictive planet's untimely atmosphere, her mind would not let that whatever was on Mars was something that she had never encountered or seen before. Whatever the strange event was, it wasn't something that was natural and was filled with a revolting hate, even its sight was shaded with evil and ominous.
A stunted blush of wind scraped the bottom of Mothra's wings as she finally descended into the last layers of the atmosphere. The experiencing change of heat seemed fertile and cool to the graced monster. Without the heavy tension and stress of the blooming atmosphere, Mothra charmingly glides over the sterile, cherry sands of Mars. Ahead, particles of emerald and jade filtered easily through the planet's skies. Mothra pursued the odd phenomenon, gracing effortlessly through the vacant air.
Her nimble eyes pieced together the landscape as she rose over a small mound of built sand. The sparks of thousands of green bulbs waited in the inane area. The ground was soiled with round cavities, shimmering profoundly with the same green sparkle that the tiny dots carried, but intensified. Hundreds of these pits laid strewn in a random fashion, each one giving home to the aimless floating bulbs above them.
Mothra provided a shrill cry of dread and sorrow feelings as her ears picked up on the still screaming souls that lied within the nooks, their body long been tore apart in atrocious and ghastly and the very essence of their life stolen away and enslaved to the name of their now be holder, who was still waiting for them to join him. Whole species of life roamed in almost every recess, their power still riving, but controlled to some degree by the evil that roped them in.
Mothra's speckled eyes glimmered with a hate for whatever had done this to all the life that sieve the universe's space. Her thoughts demanded her to try her best to free them, let their souls rest and be released to let them live again in peace. Twinkles and flickers of orangish-yellow energy pierced the surface of Mothra's twin antennas. Boosted, sound lances of perfect energy bounds, dished from the feathery ends of her frayed antennas, coursing along the inner wall of one of the radiant basins. The frizzle of the static energy clanged to the wall for a few seconds before disappearing the healthy glow of the living pit. Dresses of sands brushed into the sink, as the grounds rumbled hostilely, something different than the pits moaned, a cry that was deep without any type of emotion. Another grumble of sand and dirt was jostled around, leaving fissures along the flat areas of the valley. With the thunder of the land, another growl of dishing anger and hatred wondered through the steaming craters, twisting through the ruins of the pit.
The deathly groans of the unseen creature made Mothra's body shutter with fright and anxiety for what was making the sound. But she knew whatever it was, it had to be stopped and she was the one that had to do it. Her body escorted her down closer, closer to the stealing hollows, tubs for the cooking of the stolen energy. The silky, red sands of Mars were once again stirred in its vat, as a cloaking mass of piercing, sparkled green gems fanned from a teetering fracture that had spilt across the lustrous plain. The sky peeked with revolting, chewed olive and rolled brown, typed twines of ginger, and tickles of crimson that seemed to cap the mounting outline.
Gruesome folds of crimson riveted into brain material, topping the massive silhouette of draped dreary mud color. Sleepless eyes embroiled in a splash of deadly red, only being kept back by a circle of orange locked eyelids. Two hands of finger-like mandibles dipped in bright carrot coloring, clapped together with even smiles. Wraps of pined emerald skin shadowed its body. Too contrast the dark green, wiry ropes of carroty like orange, lined from the body, only to end a battered point. Further down, a harvest of tinier, lesser tentacles bushed together on the darkness's waist. Its own flesh matted to the ground, looking almost if it was melded to the red sands of Mars, but the tissue seemed to branched off from there, making the silhouette L shaped in form. As the partnering cloud of dissipating gems went astray, the Gudis was rendered in exposure.
Mothra, without familiarity of the creature, she knew its evil, the evil that propelled in its veins that rode with the hazed sands of the devil planet. She sensed that it knew something of her, of her power and abilities, somehow it felt like that they had seen one another before. But Mothra had never encountered this type of ominous aura, not even during the time she had spent wondering the bare intangibleness of space. The moth goddess only knew that she had to control or subdue this evil before it could spread any further than it already has.
With a loop of swabbing energy, the Gudis's cable-like arm entangled itself around one of Mothra's craned legs. With only muscle outfitted, the Gudis intensely jolted the deity's body into the wind, directing it towards itself. Its stench of dried skin and distilled evil breathed deep and heavy on Mothra's face as it jerked her diligent body nearer to its expelling mouth, bringing death to every nerve in her body. Every muscle in her body cramped with fear of the evil harvester, Mothra squirmed in its warped clutch, not able to endure the vile taste and gurgle that bestowed the creature.
Mothra's body riveted and was engrossed in sadistic shutters of freedom, and from her wings scrapping scales begun to flake off, piercing the cherry sky with bites of gold and yellow. Composed charges of dished, nerving energy randomly mouthed from under Mothra's wings, groping the Gudis's despicable flesh, making veins of gold energy glisten on the dark plate of skin. Each outburst of kinetic energy just shimmered on the Gudis's appalling flesh, being dispersed across the rim of it. Without even tingles of pain being done to the Gudis, the crusading bolts still rambled on. The Gudis getting tired of the dismal show, begun to draw the irritating creature closer.
Once again the devil's smell of arid skin and collected evil made Mothra cringe with unease. Lost seconds brought the two face to face, the Gudis's dripping eyes grinning hard at Mothra's terrified ones, making her chirp loud with running fright. With a craw of throaty groans, the Gudis pivoted its head back and plunged it into the horrified face of Mothra, vibrating the two's skulls together. The tumbled jolt urged the gentle moth into a sadistic spin as she flickered in the tearing winds that pressed on her back. The world folded itself around Mothra's backside, sending swimming crowds of sand to the sky.
The varying skies of Mars, rumbled with quakes of sand and debris, brushing the tan horizon. The meadow of accenting pits of intense green begun their blossoming, from within their cavernous trenches, the sparkling streams of warming bulbs of illuminating green ascended into the insecure, clear dream of space. With their lead into the undreamt parts of space, they left behind their master and provider. Its impacted mud green skin dressed with their light, flickering and blazing in its gem red eyes. Its crown of mandibles that were wedge in the center of its face clasped the air and unfastened the locked fingers of its maw. A drenched moan quivered in the air as the Gudis shuffled towards the multihued monster that it had effortlessly overpowered previously.
The dark shade that eclipsed Mothra's eyes formerly evaporated back into her ordinary sight. The dismal shower of Gudis cells sputtered off her cobalt eyes as Mothra observed them rise away from the planet. Mothra's hammered body lingered, pinned to the floor of the planet. The used groan of the Gudis, made the goddess's head jar from the soil, peering over its wrecked body to see the gloomy outline of the Gudis lurking over it.
With a snap of muscle, the Gudis's vivid orange appendage enveloped around Mothra's portly neck, clinching her throat shut. The threat of squeezing, wrenching pain cluttered in Mothra's head as she tried to resist the Gudis's subduing grip. Convulsive jerks rambled from her body as her neck was pushed further into her own body. A bulge of pressure gusted from within her throat and squirted from her stone-like mandibles in the form of thin, gummy, orangish green blood. With the runny sound of the squirting blood, the crunch of over packed flesh sprung from Mothra's crumpling neck.
Frenzied spurts of overstrained muscles begun to muffle and wither away into slow wrenches of unwinding tension. Mothra's raking legs where steadily immobilized, by the deity's own nervous system as her brain failed to send any more responses. With the still waver of draining light, the Gudis's buckled arm around Mothra's neck, spurred with a bank of movement, winching the idol from her filthy grave into the failed skies and liberating her from its grapple, letting her corpse sail to a much suitable one. The once vigorous moth deity slumped through the layer of fanning cells and sank headfirst into one of the sheer craters, her colorless eyes reflecting back the emerald shimmer of the exhausting cells that departed towards the flawlessness of space.
Once again unaccompanied with minor threats, the Gudis returned to its plans for travel towards its final objective. As the last of its cells departed Mars' space, the final cloud of dripping gems whirled and balled themselves over the Gudis. Tissue, of reddish clay and greenish mud, slowly mounted over the Gudis, forming a sac suitable for travel in the lawlessness of space. With mysterious propulsion, the enclosed sphere, levitated, almost if giving the red sands one more look before it left. Drinking at the end of the radiant tail of its cells, the encompassed orb of the Gudis stalked behind. Following the road of space to the Earth, where it will finally assimilate all the life in the universe.
The Gudis's whole goal in life was to spread its evil and gain more power doing so. With every life that it has taken, it has only grown stronger from that life forms cells being corrupted by the Gudis's and taken into the monster itself. Though, its hunger hasn't been satisfied, the other worlds that it had visited didn't have much life, only morsels compared to what the Gudis really desired for. It had searched its entire life, becoming even more physically powerful from every trip, making it easier for the Gudis to over take whole species of life with simplicity. But now it has had to prepare itself for what it was after, the earth. It's the cradle for the first formation of life, letting it mature and evolve into more sound beings from the amount of time that it has been around, something that could easily oppose the Gudis, if it wasn't careful. The Earth, even beyond its normal species of life, it had others that were abnormal, oddities that were made by bi-products of their own evolution. These irregular life forms where what the Gudis was curious to sample, since they carried cells that would greatly increase the Gudis's strength, and with that power, the Gudis would then not have to fear the defensive hope of the dominant species.
On the dreary sands of Mars, a luminous beacon of golden light dreamt from a single crater in a field of many. Off the murky cherry red walls, along with the golden light, a humble song of meaning and cupped feelings, curling like a slip of smoke, the song entrenched the once evil that was held in the same hollow. The encouraging words were strung with power of their own, magic that could raise their idol from this depression of land, and help it to fly again. Their tiny voices hummed thunderously in the significant basin as they sang. The Cosmos, the followers and guides of their deity, Mothra, stood in front of the warped form of their goddess, it's life barely traceable with their eyes. Their song was healing to the holy being, its energies slowly coming back around, again curving through her body. Even with symbols of life returning to Mothra's eyes, the Cosmos still sang the attractive song. A burly cry sounded from Mothra's capped mandibles, making the Cosmos rejoice by greeting their god with, "Mothra."
The lackluster, troubled light of the sun, tended to the heat of the night on the island of Japan. Faces slept and dreamed of tomorrow, not what was coming for them, not what could happen that every night to them. Space was beyond their reach and grasp, and whatever was out their wasn't really something that should be concerned about.
On the dreary sands of Mars, a luminous beacon of golden light dreamt from a single crater in a field of many. Off the murky cherry red walls, along with the golden light, a humble song of meaning and cupped feelings, curling like a slip of smoke, the song entrenched the once evil that was held in the same hollow. The encouraging words were strung with power of their own, magic that could raise their idol from this depression of land, and help it to fly again. Their tiny voices hummed thunderously in the significant basin as they sang. The Cosmos, the followers and guides of their deity, Mothra, stood in front of the warped form of their goddess, it's life barely traceable with their eyes. Their song was healing to the holy being, its energies slowly coming back around, again curving through her body. Even with symbols of life returning to Mothra's eyes, the Cosmos still sang the attractive song. A burly cry sounded from Mothra's capped mandibles, making the Cosmos rejoice by greeting their god with, "Mothra."
The lackluster, troubled light of the sun, tended to the heat of the night on the island of Japan. Faces slept and dreamed of tomorrow, not what was coming for them, not what could happen that every night to them. Space was beyond their reach and grasp, and whatever was out there wasn't really something that should be concerned about. Though, it was what evil could hide in, giving it a perfect shade to its face, letting it strike without retaliation. Space was thought to be ours, as well as the culture of it, but we never sought to see if that was every true, and now our ignorance will be our ruin.
The misty, clouded sky flared with movements of buffed lime glints, shimmering light on the undersides of the systematic clouds. It was an uncanny and ghostly event that remained in the visionless hours of the night. It was like the sky was infected with some type of virus as it spread across its skin. It would only be a short while before the whole world was under its spell.
Even in the lime squinting heavens, an orangish flight of something came drifting along the road of the bright emerald atmosphere. Its course passed tightly over the business district, nearly touching the top of one of the Tax Towers. The trailing meteor coasted through the rest of its trip, seemingly cooling itself down before it landed. As it decelerated it's descend, the fiery orb outer layer, lobbed humid and clammy arms of ropy flesh, soon more of these delicate arms of stringed skin tissue twined around some of the taller buildings' necks. Forming a net of pure condensed and moist flesh that acted as a web to the bulky compressed pouch of remaining flesh that was huddled in the middle. It progressively rose to the world, its sleepless eyes embroiled in a splash of deadly red was what the world was greeted with. If only humans weren't so ignorant they could have seen they weren't meant to survive as long as they have.
The brilliant light of the sun still lied upon the American coast; it seemed to fuel the fires heat as they continued to burn in the forest. The warmth of the shaded forest was nearly intolerable to already suffering recovering team as they hide in the brush, waiting for the burly dinosaur, Anguris, to give up on their prize.
Wisker's sheltered, rimmed sunglasses gave a false darkness to the creature's broken, dull brown skin. A lean shell that rode along the frame of the monster's spine fenced in its files of toothy spikes. The once again dinosaur's tail kept the same pattern, as twin chains of thorns went down to the tip of the elongated appendage. Its four legs long and crane like, with eight, slender and stretched out fingers tipping its front paws. The living fossil's gem of a face was again plated with spines and barbs, a crown of them sat on top of its head, as a brisk, hulky one pointed the end of its extensive mouth.
As the daylight dribbled with bloated spots of jade green, the trudged dinosaur panicked by this anomaly, gives up on protecting the extraordinary container and returns back to its dwelling.
The brush moves again with life as the recovery team gathers around the container, their eyes burned with the impossible as to what is happening. Though, the sound of a helicopter was enough to set them back to what they have to do.
The nocturnal life of the Kyoto Kitayama forest was unoccupied from the splintering sound of Go's motorcycle as he careful drew a line through. The estrange burn of the moon kept with him in the rush of the land, dotting behind the canopies of the trees as it dash in and out, following every movement of his hands. But something that neither one of them expected happened, the ground shook, swaying the trees and fumbling the front tire of Go's motorcycle. With skids of stripping rubber and crumbling dirt, Go was pitched with poise from the seat of his bike. His back bounded on a lump of feathery grass, only giving him a few small bruises along his back.
As Go roused from his tumble, he wondered his eyes for his motorcycle, catching the sight of its blemishing headlight, he mounted himself upward again. Something shivered the land again, knocking out the headlight, pitching the area into blackness. Go still kept his eyes on where the headlight of his motorcycle was, not wanting to let the object from his sight, but he noticed that the light wasn't entirely knocked out. It shone in slipped beams, like if the light was cutting through something. It than hit his mind like a shattering brick, he realized that something had to be standing in front of the light.
With a guilty look, Go peered towards the crown of the forest, only to seen they have been addressed by the tarnished dirt colored face of the yeti that he was searching for. Its black eyes polished with folly, as it equaled Go to the ground. Its upper lip ripped on to itself, smirking its soiled yellow teeth, each one crowned with a stabbing point. The trees seemed to part and rush as the sky was packed and crammed to its brim with speckles of leaking green. Both Go and Yeti, two that were searching for each other in world of shadows, set aside what they were there for and together looked at the unusual affair that riddled across the sky.
The restricted space of the undersized helicopter, made Miki and Meru's opposing opinions even more animated.
"He's the same when we first saw him after the change, eyes never lie." Miki griping voice coughed the small cabin.
"He may be the same, but precautions still need to be dealt in the same manner as if he was the original Godzilla. I don't want to see people hurt and I don't want to see you lose hope in the monster. I love him as much as you do, but you have to remember he's just like any other beast." Meru's tranquil words seem to counter Miki's tone, letting a breeze of stable emotion to sort through the helicopter.
The nightline twinkled with flickers of painful green blotches that plugged up the sky. They stirred in streams along side their helicopter, bunching against the rotors, jamming them with their bodies and lives. A sputter of gears leaked, as the rotors begun to slow and the helicopter started to drop.
The bleak airstrip sat isolated in the middle of a grassy knoll, an airplane cooling from the night flight that its engines just endured was the only thing that lied on its tarmac. An erect set of stairs had been buckled to the side of it, allowing the vital personal to exit the capsule. Metal clicks of weighty steel boots, being hydraulically pulled up every step the stout man took. His lengthy, silvered, slacked hair ran away with the wind as it bypassed him. And to the gem filled night sky, he pointed his metal claw, a replace for his missing hand.
"How right I was, I knew the earth would be infected by something soon. My theories are always true and now, our only hope is within ourselves." The noble, but plump Dr. J insisted to his charming and only daughter Nina as she stood flabbergasted on the steps of plane, at the delusional episode.
The altering mass of boring mud color, shuffled on its new feeding grounds, it had never expected to sense this much food here. With a tug of its fleshy, but flat slug-like tail, the Gudis dragged across the streets, its every movement making the buildings teeter and curve. With a swift, drive from its tentacle, it detached the top of a very lofty office building, sediments of crumbled steel and splintered glass was squeezed across the street. The Gudis relished and savored the image, as fragmented corpses were posed with and around the shards, innocent bodies of people working late. As their blood drummed on still through their wounds, their skin begun to be filter with wavers of lime green specks that dissolved and melted their bodies into a cloud of operating Gudis cells, ready to join the trillions of them that screamed over head.
Though, something trumpeted unfathomable in the night. An avenger that hasn't been seen along the shorelines of Japan for three years, countless time. Its footsteps broadcasted as if they were dipping into the ground, vibrate across the cords of the land. It was thought impossible that he would ever return, something that has no concern for a world that hates him, an understanding for what he is. He has long put humans out of his mind as friends or enemies; they are nothing, but lingering life that doesn't much longer to live. With his absences, he has come to be a near myth now. It was only a matter of time before Godzilla returned.