Chapter 8
The brittle, sober wind skid about on Mecha King Ghidorah's wings as it traveled above the quieting city of Shibuya. A declining drop of speed and height, swept over Mecha King Ghidorah, lashing towards the Gudis with its assembled weight. The temping winds seemed to cultivate from the ground as the living cyborg exceeded overhead, nearly touching the tender rooftops of the scouring buildings. The spoiled wind that had been gaining against Mecha King Ghidorah's frame had come to its trail, ready to be played against the Gudis's own filtered hide.
Pending with the time, the Gudis observed the antics of the mended organic machine; something that defied even the Gudis's power. Though, it was a lesser being than the Gudis, a breathing, existing creature being controlled by the simple, fickle mind of a human, something whose only specialty is to give birth to its rotting race. However, it's able to have authority over a vast amount of potential, only due to its intelligence, something that made this primitive being the rulers of this world. Their intelligence made them think they were brave warriors, fighting with instinct, but they had to coward away, being shielded in within a suit of armor, not wanting to take the intense feeling of receiving a injure of any scale. Nevertheless, the Gudis would shed the human's armor and let them taste the true tang of battle.
With awaiting eyes, Fujio braced himself for the blooming impact that was moments away from amounting. With vital shrieks, the two biological heads of the cyborg flavored for the demon that had settled onto their territory. Poised parallel to the ground, Mecha King Ghidorah came aligned with its objective, and with the forthcoming force that rolled like a slithering extension of itself behind the fleeting active machine. Trees swept from the attentive soil as Mecha King Ghidorah came closer to the ground.
Treading pushes glided the controlled suit of breathing armor as its weight greased its actions. Instantly the golden braces of the two genetic heads of King Ghidorah forked the Gudis in the open gap between them, before its resistant chest gagged the Gudis's flesh and burden, allowing for the trailing force that Mecha King Ghidorah carried to suffer against the Gudis's defiance. Unsupported flesh bent against the ground as the Gudis was hoisted above the ground, its tail being dragged and tugged across the unsound park. Tumbling jolts of blustering energy streamed apart, as the Gudis clasped against the trembling land. The tremulous lost of forwarding force crafted Mecha King Ghidorah to crumple on top of the Gudis, restraining it down with its bodily weight.
Flailing, the inherited heads of King Ghidorah roved with intimidating fear, as they were primed against the Gudis. Out of control, stuffed eyes skim over a glace of the Gudis, its eyes drawing into Ghidorah, feeling the distancing fear of the cyborg, giving a little scare as it opened and hailed a growl of stripping bark. With the rampant heads disclosing on the basis of dread and terror, the Gudis opted its attack, in the mist of this open gambit.
From within the jail of the Gudis's mandibles, a torrent of surging, ghastly, muddy green fluid streamed from the Gudis's mouth. The flowing liquid arched and tipped on Mecha King Ghidorah's right wing, sliding down the joint that connected the wing to Mecha King Ghidorah's back. Bubbling metal seethed with the churning acid as it was gathered by it, liquefying in an astonishing rate. Running its coarse, the complete wing joint gurgled and slumped apart, detaching with loose weight, rupturing on to the ground with unresponsiveness.
As a ringing fright spiraled in Mecha King Ghidorah's eyes, Fujio sporadically read the warning symbols that ran across the monitor. "Shit, power has been cut by 32% and now I don't even have flight capabilities. This fight is getting interesting, but it seems that this thing has beaten us both, dad. Even though I already know what the outcome is going to be, I am still going to fight. If I lost, I couldn't show my shameful face to you. I'll make you proud one day though.'
The engulfing brace of fear returned to bravery as one of the organic heads gleamed its mouth into the face of the Gudis. With whisking bundles of gravity energy, Ghidorah dispensed its trademark attack, bluntly in the face of the Gudis. Like a cyclone of energy, the golden bolt omitted over the Gudis's creased features. Through bathe of fair colored power, the Gudis's vice expression slipped through teamed with anger. A lengthy arm coiled around the piercing elongated neck of Mecha King Ghidorah, dangling in the air, away from the harm of itself and others.
Begging thoughts of coming power rambled in the Gudis's head, Mecha King Ghidorah would be its first to the its future evolution. Though, the decomposed intelligence of the supple human that was at the helm of this machine wasn't worthy of being apart of the Gudis.
As the suspended vigorous head of Mecha King Ghidorah wobbled in the Gudis's clutch, its free arm curved and twisted around the white dome, the nerve center of the cyborg, and the true intelligence of the creature. Loose, tightening grips of dried, coarse skin seamed over the small cockpit. A tense pressure prodded against the dome's walls, cracking and compressing its form with slight faults.
The walls sank and surrounded Fujio with force. His last thoughts wandered their trails through his head, as to how he let his father down and that this was what he deserved to be crushed alone. "Father, I have no regret on what is about to happen, since I know this is how you would act at a time like this. You take the warrior's honorable way above any other. Though, battling with this monster, I now see that there is something else to this creature than we know of. It's here for something valuable." Fujio's voice waned within the splintering of glass and plastic.
The spongy, elastic cord of the Gudis's twisted the ruptured cockpit, the white cover the cockpit tainted with spilled blood. The intelligence of the beast was gone and now only its power laid for the Gudis to take. Beats of strength twined into the Gudis's arm as it held on to the hobbled neck of the disabled Mecha King Ghidorah, and with an undemanding yield of force, The Gudis raised Mecha King Ghidorah off its restrained form and let its liberate body drift through the broken air. With its missing wing, the hindered cyborg slumped and rolled on the ground, shattering the other rusted wing from its body. As halos of grimy dust and distilled gravel laid bewildered in the air, the Gudis righted itself, facing the downed breathing mechanism. With revolt of squishing liquid and speed, the bundle of tentacles that branched from the Gudis's stomach flurried with new span as they latched onto Mecha King Ghidorah's solid ankles. Nimble brushes drew their length in, with lurching enjoyment, the Gudis's stomach widened with each retraction. Sliding along the greased wall of the Gudis's open stomach, the cyborg's form began to be pulled into the Gudis; it's massive form almost too much for the Gudis to ingest.
The numb golden heads of King Ghidorah rattled across the ground as they were drawn into the catacomb of the demon. As they slithered into the stomach, the tentacles bundled together again, closing the gap and making Gudis and Mecha King Ghidorah one in the same. Whipping collections of gravity energy released and surrounded the Gudis's figure, the same wounds that the energy made, started to mend them back together. Muscles amplified with the pristine flow of the tremendous break of energy. The structuring power revamped every cell that turned in the Gudis's body, but as it boosted the rest of Gudis's nervous system, it fled into the once useless crimson eyes. Cramping hordes of gravity energy swirled in the interior of the Gudis's eyes, shimmering with the golden sparkle. With releasing triggers, twin gravity bolts whirled from the Gudis's eyes curbing into the vast amounts of structures that they had once tried to protect, it's first step in its evolution.
The invigorating view of Tokyo Tower laid in the center of Tokyo, over the troubles that grumbled below it. Though the troubles rambled in its structure, troubles of how the human race is going to survive.
"Even though Mothra has lead her help to us, how do we travel all the way to America?" Sheltering over Miki's failed body, Meru swabbing Miki's burning forehead with a moist towel.
"Well, since we need something will shelter us, I am guessing that Mothra can carry the Super-X 3. I don't really see any other way for we to travel that is unless we can build a huge basket out of girders and glass for Mothra to carry." Gai still nimbly watched over the putrid Super-X 3, the only weapon that the human race had left available.
"I say we take whatever food we can from this restaurant and stock up, since it will be awhile before we reach America. And we may not be able to found any food there, since we are still unaware if whatever is in the sky is, toxic or radioactive or even something worse." Dejected and strained words fluttered from Meru's mouth, her eyes moaning on Miki's supported frame. Ceaselessly she looked intently on Miki's shuteyes, wondering if they would ever open again. Grappling sparks of breaking golden light sprung from Miki's eyes as they gaped open. "Miki, what's wrong with you?
As the pillars of bending illumination dissipated, Miki's eyes were left with a twinge of over layering crimson red, sharing the same as the Gudis's. "Live forever...and become part of the most powerful being in the universe..." The sober drunk words dyed in a stumbling, slimy tone greased from Miki's controlled lips before her eyes shut again.
Stained silence ported in the room, the strange luminosity words that had come from their unconscious friend. Broad feelings of something other than themselves laid in the room, as if the monster that they saw outside was watching them through their own eyes. Teetering windows shook with a toning chirp, renewing the gloomily atmosphere that hung over. The face of Mothra greeted their innerved eyes happily as it stared into the insignificant restaurant.
"Finally we can leave this place." Gai's words vibrated and dislodged the creepy feeling that overhung everyone's heads.
"Why is it doing this to her? What does it want with her? And why have her eyes turned almost exactly like it's? And almost if she is changing into that damn thing." Meru brought the sinister mood back as she spoke of the oddly acting Miki.
"The Gudis has infected her. It was his only way to control her in order to absorb her power. He was unable to absorb her in her normal state, since Miki's power was too much for him to handle and if he absorbed her, he would have been severally weakened. But if he attacks her nervous system with his cells, he can change her appearance and mind to be more like his and so that he can control her power much easier. She will soon look and think the same way as the Gudis." The Cosmos's spoke with their vault of knowledge, almost too much for their tiny bodies to handle.
"Well, maybe if we defeat that damn thing, we can save her! I don't want to have to shot her, just because she shares that monster's thoughts on slaughtering the whole human race. So, let's get moving." Teaming sprits of vengeance mouthed through Gai's lips
And with those words, everyone agreed the best thing they could do is found a way to stop what was happening to their world. As the elevator descended down the rest of the three hundred and thirty three meters of Tokyo Tower, the group stared into the bleak and dream like view of Tokyo, one without its biggest attraction, people. The only activate that the city generated was Mothra pulling out the lodged Super-X 3. It was almost too bleak to look at.
Once they got on to the streets, the stock of the desolate city was even more emphasized. The only comfort they got was from having Mothra flying overhead. Carrying the prone Miki on his back, Gai walked underneath the straighten ship, getting lost within the shadow of its dulling green armor. With a brush of his hand, Gai tapped a square piece of the armor, reacting to his touch, it slowly come down.
"Damn, she seems to weigh as much as that monster." Straining Gai drummed his fingers against the glowing number pad, tapping in the number sequence required. "Thank god, the electrical system wasn't damaged in the crash. Let's just hope that the lift still works." A confirming beep, signaled that the lift was on its way down, followed by the spray of the hydraulics.
Seeping whispers mixed with running salvia tenderized Gai's ear, "Biollante...she's returning.... why...Erica." Miki's gurgled and slurred words gave way that her humanity was still intact, though everything she says, the Gudis knows.
"Don't worry, Miki. We'll get you back to normal as fast as we can. I have my own score to settle with that son of a bitch anyways." Gai's words were lost in the press of the lift as it compacted itself back into the belly of the Super-X 3.
As the elevator came back into the rest of the frame of the flying machine, the four of them looked upon the mess that was shattered over the fall, mostly a variety of equipment that had come loose from its shelve, though something was missing.
"Where are the bodies of my crew? What the hell happened to them? Why are they gone?" erratic, shocked questions sprung from Gai's mouth as his eyes bulged with fright.
"Their cells were taken over by the Gudis's, turning them in to another collection of Gudis's cells. " The cosmos's facts of the universe came through again, letting the rest know what they are up against.
"My men didn't deserve to die like that. Just another reason for me to personally kill this thing." As Gai mourned the lost of his men, Meru laid Miki down on one of the benches in the back.
"Hang on Miki, we are going to fight this thing together, and let's just hope that things are better in America. We can get help there, I know we can." Meru brushed Miki's hair lightly, watching over her sleeping form, slowly becoming exactly like the Gudis with every turning second.
"Mothra is ready. Where would you like her to take you?"
"We need to head for Washington D.C. That's where the American U.N.G.C.C is located. It's our only option, since there may not be any other place that has what we need." Meru's words were blown away from the tremble of Mothra's wings as she lifted the heavy armored flying tank off the ground.
Tittering words of vibrating echoes came from Miki's mouth, "When the heavens fall, the gates of hell will be open for the demons to run free on this world." Not another whisper or breath left Miki's mouth as she slumped back into her caged state.
Through the front windows of the Super-X 3, the group gazed on as the green lights had been intertwined into their once peaceful blue sky, and become submerged into the soils that encrusted every inch below them.
With the disappearance of the Gudis's cells, the grounds shuddered with rupturing force as the streets splintered with cracks before being flung loftily into the air as thousands of chambers of silky green brushed through whatever soft ground they could found. Their armless forms tunneled easily from the earth, along with their long, yellow cranial horn that lifted away from the creatures' brow. Behind its glistening horn, a yellow stem grew from their crowns, a trait to make up for their lack of arms. As the dirt brushed from their bodies, jutting from underneath the creatures' stomach, a musing second head projected with a drooling maw of glossy ivory teeth, its snout ending in a flabby, ridged stout that hung down by the top of their mouths. To even the balance of dragging second head, two flipper- like legs rested behind the creatures' bodies. They were the first of the Gudis's children, Boguns, christened with its DNA to take the place of the substandard beings that trounced below it. Their numbers would swell with time as they collected more cells for their master by the means of extermination of the human race.
As Mothra escaped to the heavens, their search for a way to stop the contamination and return back to their existence of being the top specie just became more in vain.
Secluded away on one of the many dotted Japanese islands, the threat of the Gudis still loomed. Again, there would be no privacy, as every inch fell became the Gudis's kingdom. Though, every man and animal would fight against this threat of conformity, to keep their own.
Anguris's mate, alone and frighten, had to face this threat alone as Anguris sought its own needs. The fertile topical nature crumbled and was sent up in torrents of clumping dirt. Agonized howls that pierced the brittle grind of moving earth, as two Boguns shifted up from the soil. On slender paws, the female Anguris shuffled back, gaining space to attack easier. With pushing fits, Anguris came free from the restraints of the ground and to the liberation of the air. Touching swipes of engraving lean spikes, spilt flesh and muscle as they passed over one of the Bogun's neck. Traces of brutal rage rummaged through Anguris's head as she took upon her next target, the other Bogun. With a drive of her horn, she impaled the short ebony barb into the mouth of the Bogun's second head. A compelling thrust tore the top of the Bogun's additional head off, leaving the open maw to be covered in the monster's purple ridden blood. Through the lost of its second brain, the beast's body began to wildly dissolve in a brilliant display as its form liquefied back into a collection of Gudis cells, even before its dead mass could reach the ground limply.
With bending reach, the yellow, weighty, lustful cranial vine of the Bogun's, bonded around Anguris's bumpy, isolated neck. Tempting strength veered and tilted Bogun's head from side to side, to gain an adequate amount of force to lift Anguris off her feet. Gyrating intensity traced down Bogun's twining stem, wrenching Anguris from the land and into the unshackled air. The unraveling tendril uncoiled Anguris loose, skidding through the air, freed from gravity. Untamed force threw Anguris into the side of one of the watching cliffs, punting out breezes of grinding dust. Despondent wails of over worked lungs came from Anguris's mouth as she laid on her at the base of the shattered cliff.
Snailing across the ground, Bogun beamed with its tittering smile of grossly ivory teeth, as it stood over Anguris, breathing in the impending death of the spiny creature. Swelling muscles worked again as they entangled Bogun's mounted tentacle around the only weak spot of Anguris's overly sheltered body. Tight swirls of branded might constricted against Anguris's resisting neck, but the frail bones that laid underneath the defying muscles, snapped to the impending pressure.
Anguris's already limp frame twitched and seethed as Bogun pulled its cranial tentacle free from the creature's neck. A ricocheting, cavernous wail shuddered the Bogun's form, for the first time it had experienced fear. Returning back to its island home, Anguris had come to found that his mate had been killed. Avoid of his care for his mate, the one thought that was plastered in its mind was revenge for what had taking away his only love.
Treading from the lapping, rocky shores of the small indigenous island, Anguris stimulated legs pressed forth towards the awaiting Bogun. Unrelenting pressure worked its way through Anguris's body as it leapt from the earth, tackling into the stalk like frame of Bogun's. As the bent figure of Bogun's, rattled underneath the fiery of Anguris's weight, it once again deployed the same tactic that it used to kill the other Anguris. The Looping membrane, curved around Anguris's only weakness, knowing the monster was unable to break its hold. Though the desperation of the firm hold against its neck, a broad spear of mixed bone spurted from above Anguris's right wrist, a weapon that the female didn't possess. The solid, point impaled itself into the creamy, black eye of the Bogun's, spilling the white fluid that moved underneath its lens and stabbing into the spongy center of Bogun's cognitive brain. A lumbered grunt came from Anguris's extended jaw as it retracted its spine blade back into its wrist.
Timid emotions ran dry in Anguris's mood as it watched over the lifeless form of his beloved mate. Now, without her, he was all alone. The last of his species forever doomed to be without comfort from one of his own species. He nuzzled her neck, the one that thing lead to her downfall. As his nose took in her smell, another one came, putrid and rotten. Without notice, her skin began to disband, only to be reformed into glowing orbs of light green. It was than that Anguris's realized that there was another power being the fall of his love, one that also needed to slain by him, it was now that he know that this fight when mean life or death to him, but retribution for his mate was needed at whatever the cost.
In the mist of panic that ran extensively in Tokyo, Japan's second largest city, Yokohama hadn't been touched by the impending fear. As the tailing sun began to sit on the horizon as the transfer to night occurred, though the obscure darkening clouds above signaled rain for tonight's forecast. With the leaking shadows jacketing the fair city, bulbs of lights in every corner of the city flickered on, gleaming with yellow tints around the dark steel and glass of the sparse buildings. In the rhythm of turning lights, the patter of slanted rain pelted across the ridged folds of the Gudis's exposed brain. The Gudis's foreign skin glistened with a shimmer of an even more terrifying façade. The dripping water hanging from its orange eyelids as it stared at the ignoring city.
Amidst the clustering of rain clouds, blossoms of flaring bluish white light fluttered and dispersed over the paging wave of dark clouds as they swirled around in a smoky mass. Within the center of this rousing accumulation of clouds, an open wound of glowing light shined unsteadily. From this breach, a fall of golden speckles came in a variety, in thick collections or just alone that hung around the sides of the massive gatherings. Even churn slowly around the Gudis, as it unfastened its mandibles to challenge this turning power with a locking roar.
The churning glittered faded into the black background. As the hush of the skewed rain stirred, the city quaked with shuddering force. The streets bent to the tunneling masses that laid underneath it, careening under the front of the Gudis, before the very street crumbled into a bellowing hole. Mining through the paved roads, a band of four wailing eyeless, sheltered dark green pods of glossy, spaced teeth flowed from the outlet, latching on the flabby skin that flowed from the Gudis's body. Anchored to the Gudis, the strangling, gigantic weight that laid beneath the city still begun to pull itself up. Buildings lifted with nearing weight, crumbling before they could reach the streets below. Within the push of tumbling buildings, a massive silhouette of slimy shadowy green crested on to the surface. A fierce presence roved around the creature's enormous protruding swallowing jaws. Above the projected maw, two crimson eyes sat, reflecting back the same image of the Gudis. A thick chest supported the creature's bundled neck and head. Beneath the restricted chest of bunched skin, laid the beast's power, an orb of shining orange, confined against the cage like vines that ran across the front of it. From the giant's shoulders, two broad arms of thick skin reached with their four clawed hands. To support the immense heaviness of the beast, four bulky legs, each ending in their own foot that stepped with four paired toes. Surrounding the four walking legs, a dress of tentacles that each either ended in a pod of sinking teeth or a tattered end that sprayed acidic sap from their openings. The uniform of tendrils completely enveloped the bottom of the monster, even some laid rooted underneath its colossal form. The back of the beast was densely laid with unbalanced plates of torn like barbs, a deadly defense.
Biollante let out a crying wail, that made the rain shudder before it hit the ground, to signal to earth that she had returned.
The brittle, sober wind skid about on Mecha King Ghidorah's wings as it traveled above the quieting city of Shibuya. A declining drop of speed and height, swept over Mecha King Ghidorah, lashing towards the Gudis with its assembled weight. The temping winds seemed to cultivate from the ground as the living cyborg exceeded overhead, nearly touching the tender rooftops of the scouring buildings. The spoiled wind that had been gaining against Mecha King Ghidorah's frame had come to its trail, ready to be played against the Gudis's own filtered hide.
Pending with the time, the Gudis observed the antics of the mended organic machine; something that defied even the Gudis's power. Though, it was a lesser being than the Gudis, a breathing, existing creature being controlled by the simple, fickle mind of a human, something whose only specialty is to give birth to its rotting race. However, it's able to have authority over a vast amount of potential, only due to its intelligence, something that made this primitive being the rulers of this world. Their intelligence made them think they were brave warriors, fighting with instinct, but they had to coward away, being shielded in within a suit of armor, not wanting to take the intense feeling of receiving a injure of any scale. Nevertheless, the Gudis would shed the human's armor and let them taste the true tang of battle.
With awaiting eyes, Fujio braced himself for the blooming impact that was moments away from amounting. With vital shrieks, the two biological heads of the cyborg flavored for the demon that had settled onto their territory. Poised parallel to the ground, Mecha King Ghidorah came aligned with its objective, and with the forthcoming force that rolled like a slithering extension of itself behind the fleeting active machine. Trees swept from the attentive soil as Mecha King Ghidorah came closer to the ground.
Treading pushes glided the controlled suit of breathing armor as its weight greased its actions. Instantly the golden braces of the two genetic heads of King Ghidorah forked the Gudis in the open gap between them, before its resistant chest gagged the Gudis's flesh and burden, allowing for the trailing force that Mecha King Ghidorah carried to suffer against the Gudis's defiance. Unsupported flesh bent against the ground as the Gudis was hoisted above the ground, its tail being dragged and tugged across the unsound park. Tumbling jolts of blustering energy streamed apart, as the Gudis clasped against the trembling land. The tremulous lost of forwarding force crafted Mecha King Ghidorah to crumple on top of the Gudis, restraining it down with its bodily weight.
Flailing, the inherited heads of King Ghidorah roved with intimidating fear, as they were primed against the Gudis. Out of control, stuffed eyes skim over a glace of the Gudis, its eyes drawing into Ghidorah, feeling the distancing fear of the cyborg, giving a little scare as it opened and hailed a growl of stripping bark. With the rampant heads disclosing on the basis of dread and terror, the Gudis opted its attack, in the mist of this open gambit.
From within the jail of the Gudis's mandibles, a torrent of surging, ghastly, muddy green fluid streamed from the Gudis's mouth. The flowing liquid arched and tipped on Mecha King Ghidorah's right wing, sliding down the joint that connected the wing to Mecha King Ghidorah's back. Bubbling metal seethed with the churning acid as it was gathered by it, liquefying in an astonishing rate. Running its coarse, the complete wing joint gurgled and slumped apart, detaching with loose weight, rupturing on to the ground with unresponsiveness.
As a ringing fright spiraled in Mecha King Ghidorah's eyes, Fujio sporadically read the warning symbols that ran across the monitor. "Shit, power has been cut by 32% and now I don't even have flight capabilities. This fight is getting interesting, but it seems that this thing has beaten us both, dad. Even though I already know what the outcome is going to be, I am still going to fight. If I lost, I couldn't show my shameful face to you. I'll make you proud one day though.'
The engulfing brace of fear returned to bravery as one of the organic heads gleamed its mouth into the face of the Gudis. With whisking bundles of gravity energy, Ghidorah dispensed its trademark attack, bluntly in the face of the Gudis. Like a cyclone of energy, the golden bolt omitted over the Gudis's creased features. Through bathe of fair colored power, the Gudis's vice expression slipped through teamed with anger. A lengthy arm coiled around the piercing elongated neck of Mecha King Ghidorah, dangling in the air, away from the harm of itself and others.
Begging thoughts of coming power rambled in the Gudis's head, Mecha King Ghidorah would be its first to the its future evolution. Though, the decomposed intelligence of the supple human that was at the helm of this machine wasn't worthy of being apart of the Gudis.
As the suspended vigorous head of Mecha King Ghidorah wobbled in the Gudis's clutch, its free arm curved and twisted around the white dome, the nerve center of the cyborg, and the true intelligence of the creature. Loose, tightening grips of dried, coarse skin seamed over the small cockpit. A tense pressure prodded against the dome's walls, cracking and compressing its form with slight faults.
The walls sank and surrounded Fujio with force. His last thoughts wandered their trails through his head, as to how he let his father down and that this was what he deserved to be crushed alone. "Father, I have no regret on what is about to happen, since I know this is how you would act at a time like this. You take the warrior's honorable way above any other. Though, battling with this monster, I now see that there is something else to this creature than we know of. It's here for something valuable." Fujio's voice waned within the splintering of glass and plastic.
The spongy, elastic cord of the Gudis's twisted the ruptured cockpit, the white cover the cockpit tainted with spilled blood. The intelligence of the beast was gone and now only its power laid for the Gudis to take. Beats of strength twined into the Gudis's arm as it held on to the hobbled neck of the disabled Mecha King Ghidorah, and with an undemanding yield of force, The Gudis raised Mecha King Ghidorah off its restrained form and let its liberate body drift through the broken air. With its missing wing, the hindered cyborg slumped and rolled on the ground, shattering the other rusted wing from its body. As halos of grimy dust and distilled gravel laid bewildered in the air, the Gudis righted itself, facing the downed breathing mechanism. With revolt of squishing liquid and speed, the bundle of tentacles that branched from the Gudis's stomach flurried with new span as they latched onto Mecha King Ghidorah's solid ankles. Nimble brushes drew their length in, with lurching enjoyment, the Gudis's stomach widened with each retraction. Sliding along the greased wall of the Gudis's open stomach, the cyborg's form began to be pulled into the Gudis; it's massive form almost too much for the Gudis to ingest.
The numb golden heads of King Ghidorah rattled across the ground as they were drawn into the catacomb of the demon. As they slithered into the stomach, the tentacles bundled together again, closing the gap and making Gudis and Mecha King Ghidorah one in the same. Whipping collections of gravity energy released and surrounded the Gudis's figure, the same wounds that the energy made, started to mend them back together. Muscles amplified with the pristine flow of the tremendous break of energy. The structuring power revamped every cell that turned in the Gudis's body, but as it boosted the rest of Gudis's nervous system, it fled into the once useless crimson eyes. Cramping hordes of gravity energy swirled in the interior of the Gudis's eyes, shimmering with the golden sparkle. With releasing triggers, twin gravity bolts whirled from the Gudis's eyes curbing into the vast amounts of structures that they had once tried to protect, it's first step in its evolution.
The invigorating view of Tokyo Tower laid in the center of Tokyo, over the troubles that grumbled below it. Though the troubles rambled in its structure, troubles of how the human race is going to survive.
"Even though Mothra has lead her help to us, how do we travel all the way to America?" Sheltering over Miki's failed body, Meru swabbing Miki's burning forehead with a moist towel.
"Well, since we need something will shelter us, I am guessing that Mothra can carry the Super-X 3. I don't really see any other way for we to travel that is unless we can build a huge basket out of girders and glass for Mothra to carry." Gai still nimbly watched over the putrid Super-X 3, the only weapon that the human race had left available.
"I say we take whatever food we can from this restaurant and stock up, since it will be awhile before we reach America. And we may not be able to found any food there, since we are still unaware if whatever is in the sky is, toxic or radioactive or even something worse." Dejected and strained words fluttered from Meru's mouth, her eyes moaning on Miki's supported frame. Ceaselessly she looked intently on Miki's shuteyes, wondering if they would ever open again. Grappling sparks of breaking golden light sprung from Miki's eyes as they gaped open. "Miki, what's wrong with you?
As the pillars of bending illumination dissipated, Miki's eyes were left with a twinge of over layering crimson red, sharing the same as the Gudis's. "Live forever...and become part of the most powerful being in the universe..." The sober drunk words dyed in a stumbling, slimy tone greased from Miki's controlled lips before her eyes shut again.
Stained silence ported in the room, the strange luminosity words that had come from their unconscious friend. Broad feelings of something other than themselves laid in the room, as if the monster that they saw outside was watching them through their own eyes. Teetering windows shook with a toning chirp, renewing the gloomily atmosphere that hung over. The face of Mothra greeted their innerved eyes happily as it stared into the insignificant restaurant.
"Finally we can leave this place." Gai's words vibrated and dislodged the creepy feeling that overhung everyone's heads.
"Why is it doing this to her? What does it want with her? And why have her eyes turned almost exactly like it's? And almost if she is changing into that damn thing." Meru brought the sinister mood back as she spoke of the oddly acting Miki.
"The Gudis has infected her. It was his only way to control her in order to absorb her power. He was unable to absorb her in her normal state, since Miki's power was too much for him to handle and if he absorbed her, he would have been severally weakened. But if he attacks her nervous system with his cells, he can change her appearance and mind to be more like his and so that he can control her power much easier. She will soon look and think the same way as the Gudis." The Cosmos's spoke with their vault of knowledge, almost too much for their tiny bodies to handle.
"Well, maybe if we defeat that damn thing, we can save her! I don't want to have to shot her, just because she shares that monster's thoughts on slaughtering the whole human race. So, let's get moving." Teaming sprits of vengeance mouthed through Gai's lips
And with those words, everyone agreed the best thing they could do is found a way to stop what was happening to their world. As the elevator descended down the rest of the three hundred and thirty three meters of Tokyo Tower, the group stared into the bleak and dream like view of Tokyo, one without its biggest attraction, people. The only activate that the city generated was Mothra pulling out the lodged Super-X 3. It was almost too bleak to look at.
Once they got on to the streets, the stock of the desolate city was even more emphasized. The only comfort they got was from having Mothra flying overhead. Carrying the prone Miki on his back, Gai walked underneath the straighten ship, getting lost within the shadow of its dulling green armor. With a brush of his hand, Gai tapped a square piece of the armor, reacting to his touch, it slowly come down.
"Damn, she seems to weigh as much as that monster." Straining Gai drummed his fingers against the glowing number pad, tapping in the number sequence required. "Thank god, the electrical system wasn't damaged in the crash. Let's just hope that the lift still works." A confirming beep, signaled that the lift was on its way down, followed by the spray of the hydraulics.
Seeping whispers mixed with running salvia tenderized Gai's ear, "Biollante...she's returning.... why...Erica." Miki's gurgled and slurred words gave way that her humanity was still intact, though everything she says, the Gudis knows.
"Don't worry, Miki. We'll get you back to normal as fast as we can. I have my own score to settle with that son of a bitch anyways." Gai's words were lost in the press of the lift as it compacted itself back into the belly of the Super-X 3.
As the elevator came back into the rest of the frame of the flying machine, the four of them looked upon the mess that was shattered over the fall, mostly a variety of equipment that had come loose from its shelve, though something was missing.
"Where are the bodies of my crew? What the hell happened to them? Why are they gone?" erratic, shocked questions sprung from Gai's mouth as his eyes bulged with fright.
"Their cells were taken over by the Gudis's, turning them in to another collection of Gudis's cells. " The cosmos's facts of the universe came through again, letting the rest know what they are up against.
"My men didn't deserve to die like that. Just another reason for me to personally kill this thing." As Gai mourned the lost of his men, Meru laid Miki down on one of the benches in the back.
"Hang on Miki, we are going to fight this thing together, and let's just hope that things are better in America. We can get help there, I know we can." Meru brushed Miki's hair lightly, watching over her sleeping form, slowly becoming exactly like the Gudis with every turning second.
"Mothra is ready. Where would you like her to take you?"
"We need to head for Washington D.C. That's where the American U.N.G.C.C is located. It's our only option, since there may not be any other place that has what we need." Meru's words were blown away from the tremble of Mothra's wings as she lifted the heavy armored flying tank off the ground.
Tittering words of vibrating echoes came from Miki's mouth, "When the heavens fall, the gates of hell will be open for the demons to run free on this world." Not another whisper or breath left Miki's mouth as she slumped back into her caged state.
Through the front windows of the Super-X 3, the group gazed on as the green lights had been intertwined into their once peaceful blue sky, and become submerged into the soils that encrusted every inch below them.
With the disappearance of the Gudis's cells, the grounds shuddered with rupturing force as the streets splintered with cracks before being flung loftily into the air as thousands of chambers of silky green brushed through whatever soft ground they could found. Their armless forms tunneled easily from the earth, along with their long, yellow cranial horn that lifted away from the creatures' brow. Behind its glistening horn, a yellow stem grew from their crowns, a trait to make up for their lack of arms. As the dirt brushed from their bodies, jutting from underneath the creatures' stomach, a musing second head projected with a drooling maw of glossy ivory teeth, its snout ending in a flabby, ridged stout that hung down by the top of their mouths. To even the balance of dragging second head, two flipper- like legs rested behind the creatures' bodies. They were the first of the Gudis's children, Boguns, christened with its DNA to take the place of the substandard beings that trounced below it. Their numbers would swell with time as they collected more cells for their master by the means of extermination of the human race.
As Mothra escaped to the heavens, their search for a way to stop the contamination and return back to their existence of being the top specie just became more in vain.
Secluded away on one of the many dotted Japanese islands, the threat of the Gudis still loomed. Again, there would be no privacy, as every inch fell became the Gudis's kingdom. Though, every man and animal would fight against this threat of conformity, to keep their own.
Anguris's mate, alone and frighten, had to face this threat alone as Anguris sought its own needs. The fertile topical nature crumbled and was sent up in torrents of clumping dirt. Agonized howls that pierced the brittle grind of moving earth, as two Boguns shifted up from the soil. On slender paws, the female Anguris shuffled back, gaining space to attack easier. With pushing fits, Anguris came free from the restraints of the ground and to the liberation of the air. Touching swipes of engraving lean spikes, spilt flesh and muscle as they passed over one of the Bogun's neck. Traces of brutal rage rummaged through Anguris's head as she took upon her next target, the other Bogun. With a drive of her horn, she impaled the short ebony barb into the mouth of the Bogun's second head. A compelling thrust tore the top of the Bogun's additional head off, leaving the open maw to be covered in the monster's purple ridden blood. Through the lost of its second brain, the beast's body began to wildly dissolve in a brilliant display as its form liquefied back into a collection of Gudis cells, even before its dead mass could reach the ground limply.
With bending reach, the yellow, weighty, lustful cranial vine of the Bogun's, bonded around Anguris's bumpy, isolated neck. Tempting strength veered and tilted Bogun's head from side to side, to gain an adequate amount of force to lift Anguris off her feet. Gyrating intensity traced down Bogun's twining stem, wrenching Anguris from the land and into the unshackled air. The unraveling tendril uncoiled Anguris loose, skidding through the air, freed from gravity. Untamed force threw Anguris into the side of one of the watching cliffs, punting out breezes of grinding dust. Despondent wails of over worked lungs came from Anguris's mouth as she laid on her at the base of the shattered cliff.
Snailing across the ground, Bogun beamed with its tittering smile of grossly ivory teeth, as it stood over Anguris, breathing in the impending death of the spiny creature. Swelling muscles worked again as they entangled Bogun's mounted tentacle around the only weak spot of Anguris's overly sheltered body. Tight swirls of branded might constricted against Anguris's resisting neck, but the frail bones that laid underneath the defying muscles, snapped to the impending pressure.
Anguris's already limp frame twitched and seethed as Bogun pulled its cranial tentacle free from the creature's neck. A ricocheting, cavernous wail shuddered the Bogun's form, for the first time it had experienced fear. Returning back to its island home, Anguris had come to found that his mate had been killed. Avoid of his care for his mate, the one thought that was plastered in its mind was revenge for what had taking away his only love.
Treading from the lapping, rocky shores of the small indigenous island, Anguris stimulated legs pressed forth towards the awaiting Bogun. Unrelenting pressure worked its way through Anguris's body as it leapt from the earth, tackling into the stalk like frame of Bogun's. As the bent figure of Bogun's, rattled underneath the fiery of Anguris's weight, it once again deployed the same tactic that it used to kill the other Anguris. The Looping membrane, curved around Anguris's only weakness, knowing the monster was unable to break its hold. Though the desperation of the firm hold against its neck, a broad spear of mixed bone spurted from above Anguris's right wrist, a weapon that the female didn't possess. The solid, point impaled itself into the creamy, black eye of the Bogun's, spilling the white fluid that moved underneath its lens and stabbing into the spongy center of Bogun's cognitive brain. A lumbered grunt came from Anguris's extended jaw as it retracted its spine blade back into its wrist.
Timid emotions ran dry in Anguris's mood as it watched over the lifeless form of his beloved mate. Now, without her, he was all alone. The last of his species forever doomed to be without comfort from one of his own species. He nuzzled her neck, the one that thing lead to her downfall. As his nose took in her smell, another one came, putrid and rotten. Without notice, her skin began to disband, only to be reformed into glowing orbs of light green. It was than that Anguris's realized that there was another power being the fall of his love, one that also needed to slain by him, it was now that he know that this fight when mean life or death to him, but retribution for his mate was needed at whatever the cost.
In the mist of panic that ran extensively in Tokyo, Japan's second largest city, Yokohama hadn't been touched by the impending fear. As the tailing sun began to sit on the horizon as the transfer to night occurred, though the obscure darkening clouds above signaled rain for tonight's forecast. With the leaking shadows jacketing the fair city, bulbs of lights in every corner of the city flickered on, gleaming with yellow tints around the dark steel and glass of the sparse buildings. In the rhythm of turning lights, the patter of slanted rain pelted across the ridged folds of the Gudis's exposed brain. The Gudis's foreign skin glistened with a shimmer of an even more terrifying façade. The dripping water hanging from its orange eyelids as it stared at the ignoring city.
Amidst the clustering of rain clouds, blossoms of flaring bluish white light fluttered and dispersed over the paging wave of dark clouds as they swirled around in a smoky mass. Within the center of this rousing accumulation of clouds, an open wound of glowing light shined unsteadily. From this breach, a fall of golden speckles came in a variety, in thick collections or just alone that hung around the sides of the massive gatherings. Even churn slowly around the Gudis, as it unfastened its mandibles to challenge this turning power with a locking roar.
The churning glittered faded into the black background. As the hush of the skewed rain stirred, the city quaked with shuddering force. The streets bent to the tunneling masses that laid underneath it, careening under the front of the Gudis, before the very street crumbled into a bellowing hole. Mining through the paved roads, a band of four wailing eyeless, sheltered dark green pods of glossy, spaced teeth flowed from the outlet, latching on the flabby skin that flowed from the Gudis's body. Anchored to the Gudis, the strangling, gigantic weight that laid beneath the city still begun to pull itself up. Buildings lifted with nearing weight, crumbling before they could reach the streets below. Within the push of tumbling buildings, a massive silhouette of slimy shadowy green crested on to the surface. A fierce presence roved around the creature's enormous protruding swallowing jaws. Above the projected maw, two crimson eyes sat, reflecting back the same image of the Gudis. A thick chest supported the creature's bundled neck and head. Beneath the restricted chest of bunched skin, laid the beast's power, an orb of shining orange, confined against the cage like vines that ran across the front of it. From the giant's shoulders, two broad arms of thick skin reached with their four clawed hands. To support the immense heaviness of the beast, four bulky legs, each ending in their own foot that stepped with four paired toes. Surrounding the four walking legs, a dress of tentacles that each either ended in a pod of sinking teeth or a tattered end that sprayed acidic sap from their openings. The uniform of tendrils completely enveloped the bottom of the monster, even some laid rooted underneath its colossal form. The back of the beast was densely laid with unbalanced plates of torn like barbs, a deadly defense.
Biollante let out a crying wail, that made the rain shudder before it hit the ground, to signal to earth that she had returned.