Chapter 9
In the torrent streams of slipping air, Mothra held onto the stocky, damaged Super-X 3 as they headed towards America to found a solution to the illness that had now plagued Japan. The cargo that was being carried towards their destination stayed in solitude of the confined hull. Ken stayed towards the back, his knees tucked against his chest as he slept his worries off, Miki laid on a bench, still unconscious from the strenuous infection of Gudis, Meru resided next to the cradled Miki, kneeled by her side, like a mother next to a sick child, Gai took his place in his commander seat, watching the curtained night that dwelled in front of them.
"Where are we?" Meru's voiced seeped over Miki's silent ears before it reached Gai's ears.
"It looks like we are somewhere over Russia, though it doesn't look like they are having a peaceful night, since those fires seem to be keeping them up."
Meru didn't even reply, her stomach already told her that the situation wasn't going to be one that she wanted to hear. She wasn't in denial like the rest, the sky was the answer, it just wasn't over Japan; it was being reported all over the world. Dreaming of a nation that wasn't suffering against the Gudis's infection was their only hopes of now.
"It may look grim Miki, but we'll make sure that you get some help. I won't let you die, at least not before I do." Meru whispered her words with a smile, light tears twisting down her face.
"I have already made the choice and I choose to live forever as a part of Gudis. Since, its inevitable, the rest of the human race will fall within the week. Why do you try to help me? To return me back to my weak condition? My body has evolved to a state that humans will never be able to achieve. Evolve and become gods." Miki's crimson eyes, like moving blood, opened as she talked, making Meru's body pop in bumbling horror back when she started to talk. Her features no longer human, her skin paling to an almost green, her veins now gleamed with neon green color. Ever word she spoke was no long Miki's, but that of someone else's.
As the room stood gasped at the lingering words of Miki's, Gai remained in his seat, still watching the boundless sky, his mind working in shifts around her words. "Miki, there are a few things I would like to know about this god of yours. I am interested in him. First, I would like to know what the green speckles in the sky are? And why are they there?"
"They are the Gudis's cells. Though, they are only supposed to appear after the Gudis's body has been destroyed, but the Gudis needed a different strategy to take over earth and it's over abundant population. So, in a respectful act, it carved up its body, spilling its own blood for the first time and released its cells that had never touched the air outside to a new world. It cultured its cells deep within bottomless pits on Mars, preparing them for what was coming. It was preparing for the elimination of the human race, the last collection of life in this universe, only by using its cells to create an army from anything that holds DNA in its body. So that it could go for its true goal, complete evolution." Breaking through her words, absurd evil laughs came from her mouths, as if she was laughing at the rest of the human race. She soon slipped back into a silenced sleep as the rest of the group stood dumbfounded and silent.
The fighting storm disrupted and bolted against the burning windows of Yokohama, as Biollante interrupt the Gudis's mission. The biologic hybrid had once again gained her mass again, which she hadn't felt since she had left the earth ten years ago. She had reasons to return to earth and one of them was facing her right now.
Gambling with their eyes, Biollante tilted the balance of sound as she opened her mouth and issued a bellowing hiss that could be heard as far as Tokyo. As the wallowed bellow pitched soundlessly through the drenching rainstorm, the concrete soil of the city trembled and shuddered with a terrible fever as if the roots of the ground were being pulled up to the surface.
With unforeseen aggression, the tough, solid soil overturned for the first time as hundreds of extensive, ropy vines swarmed around the Gudis, each one targeting a different part of the flabby flesh. Like opening hands, Biollante's vines taunted to seize the Gudis's body, entwine it in its arms and be able to take life from the creature's body, to see it die in her arms and be pleased about. Turning blood was on her mind; there was something that she wanted and something that the Gudis had taken away from her.
It was her that wanted to kill Godzilla, even though it had caused its own death, it still lived on in the shell of its kin. The life force still moved and thought within this new Godzilla and to Biollante, they were the same. The Gudis had denied Biollante the right to rejoin with the cells that it was born from, it could only achieve that fate by killing the one that it was spawned from. On the fault of the Gudis, Biollante could never be whole and the only thing still in Biollante's way was vengeance.
Tilting tables shifted the ground as hundreds of living twisted vines plodded underneath it, they moved for only one purpose to stab the life out of the Gudis. The Gudis's body and flesh swirled as nerves snapped as the hundreds of vines entered its mass, moving with its organs, becoming apart of the Gudis as they bended and melded with its frame. The skimming vines nestled inside the Gudis's abdomen and chest, before from their ends they begin to saturate the Gudis's insides with their acidic sap, letting it mix with the Gudis's blood and organs in horrible manners. The Gudis's uncapped its mouth, willing to release its disprovable for what had been done to its body, but before it could discharge its vapors, another vine, turning with breakable speed ran down the Gudis's throat in a violent measure.
Biollante gazed with streaming content, her eyes sparkling with a new shade of red, the color of coursing fury. Amuse itchings grew on Biollante's open mouth, alluding to the series of acts that Biollante had nurturing on her uncontrolled mind.
Untwining muscles linked throughout the length of the vines as they thrusted the Guids's mass along the open road, before its heap shattered into a gray tinted office building, the dust of crumbling concrete adding and roving with the acidic smoke that rose from its skin.
The alley of buildings wobbled with slanting and bending winds as the earth in which their frames were embedded in collapsed as something very large moved down the street. With pulling roots, Biollante's extensive build lumbered with gaining speed, its elephant like legs helped with the stacked weight. Biollante's nose touched against the Gudis's impaled body, globing jades of emerald blood dribbled out of the wounds, forming a ring around Biollante's roots.
Lathering strings of golden hued energy drew from the caged orb that shined with an awful orange and didn't stop until they reached the inside of Biollante's throat. Her gorge shadowed with bits of light as the rest of the energy gathered in there. A new shimmer came from Biollante's throat, as a torrent of chucky, green acidic sap covered with vivid shimmering yellow speckles, flushed from Biollante's maw. The blistering, surge of flowing acidic sap splashed on the Gudis's head, draining down the rest of its body, seeping into any hole that it could get into.
As the swell of bitter liquid flooded the Gudis, it wasn't pleased that Biollante was allowed to do this and sought to stop this permanently from happening again. Through the hail of dumping acid, the Gudis's tentacles found their place around both of Biollante's jaws. With an rupturing amount of strength, Biollante's mouth was torn further up her face, her lower jaw being torn so badly that it hung loosely from the rest of her face in a tattered mess of moving muscles. The violent flow of acidic sap spilled on to the broken jaw, dividing along the thousands of flesh-rooted barb like teeth that lined the bottom of Biollante's protruding mouth. The shock and immobilization of her orifice made her recoil from the Gudis. With open opportunity, the Gudis's eyes traveled with energy derived from gravity. The streaming energy smoldered against the impaled vines still in the Gudis's body, though as the gravity bolts warped over the twisted vines, they popped and broke from its mass. The numerous holes that were left in the Gudis's weight twitch with healing tissue, but the acidic sap stopped any further healing, the wounds still steamed with the sizzling smoke.
Within the seconds that the wound was made, Biollante's jaw begin to mend back together, even the spoil sinew that waved freely in the air. As the hanging jaw came back into place, a bolt of gravity energy battered against it, not even delaying it from coming back together. The Gudis gleamed at Biollante with a sense of strength, it knew that it would be unable to bind its cells together with the plant hybrid, but it could have the fun of testing its strength against it and really show off what it has become.
More of Biollante's black-green stalks rushed to renew the ones that were lost to Gudis's eyes lasers, but they met the same fate as the Gudis opened up with the packed gravity eye beams. The running sap in them boiled and bursted through the skin, leaving frayed ends of hanging, loose flesh. Its liquid eyes came swallowed with darkening amounts of significant, enhancing gravity energy before sliding away from the ruby sphere, screening over the exposed street. Cleaving like sharpened blades, the gravity induced beams serving every vine that rose above the ground, cluttering the road with thick curving pieces of broken roots. The endless brooks of unreeling exploding atoms continued beyond the garden of stalks and hit against the trunk of the living plant. Hard flesh smoldered and sizzled away under the pelting of energy, dissolving the barrier of small, entwined tendrils that protected Biollante's life force. The surface of the luminous energy sac bubbled with flaming skin, with one of its sides bursting in a gush of collapsing blood and energy.
The splintered ends of Biollante's vines ceased in regrowing as well as all the other wounds around Biollante's body, the one thing that she needed to heal all her wounds was in need of healing itself. Biollante stumbled, all her energy being devoted to healing her collection of cells, it was the engine that kept her alive and with it wounded, it would take everything she had to heal the damage that was done to it. All of her defenses were down, she didn't even have enough energy to move her roots; she was completely open for attack.
The Gudis lingered at the failing form of the beast that nearly caused it actually pain, watching it as it become a weak and pathetic life form. It knew anything that was made from the cells of a weak monster like Godzilla would never give it a fair fight. It was time for this monster to be worthy of being killed by the Gudis.
The slug like form of the dreaming demon crept against the ground, securing the space that was left between them. It wouldn't forget the many smoking holes that this creature left on its body, even after they heal. The sting of the scorching acid remained, still with the downpour of icy rain. It was something that the Gudis couldn't let go; it had been scoured with this creature's blood, but was being caused pain. It defied the hunger of bloodshed of a weaker monster. Though, those that touch the Gudis have two options, become one with the god or be killed, a judgment that would soon be passed on all heads. It was the way of evolution, either adapt or suffer as being obsolete, which Biollante was compared to the Gudis.
A tender wail slipped through the millions of skewed teeth that lined both of Biollante's jaws. Her body was void of any strength, it was taken everything out of her to heal her bulb; death would come if she didn't fix the damage to her energy sac. Her cell division was completely dependent on her energy sac and with it damaged her body had no regeneration, the one thing that kept her from being killed by the beast that she was facing.
Rumbling eyes locked on the key to winning this battle, the weakness of its opponent, one thing that contrasted against the shadowy green, the glistening orange sphere that now leaked a clear and thick fluid from its core as it fizzled with chains of yellow energy. The sparkling shimmer of the orb reflected on the Gudis's face as it stared into, Biollante's attention was devoid of the proximity of the Gudis; however she would know soon enough.
The carroty orange tentacles of the Gudis praised into the air, before flinging the tips into the sides of the caged like flesh that surrounded the lustrous sphere. Even as the acidic sap horded over the Gudis's limbs, it still pressed on deeper into the plant's body.
Biollante was infused with anger as the Gudis attacked her energy sac, her strength was still low, but she had to defend her life force no matter what. As Biollante struggled with anger, she gathered enough strength to move one of her rooted vines underground. Picking the perfect place, she thrust the lone stem through the concrete floors of a multi-story apartment building, feeling the bits of furniture that moved with her passing vine. With surprise and shock, the stalk pushed through the side of the building and found itself embedded in the right eye of the Gudis. Its slim, crimson lens tore from the cover of the Gudis's eyelid and traveled with the root to the inside of its head.
As the two locked their limbs into the others body, neither one were willing to let go. Each one dug as deep as they could, but Biollante felt the rest of her strength leave. Biollante's mass begun to dissolve; reverting back into a dusty cloud of golden speckles. As the weight lifted away from her, she felt a new sense of limitless strength coming through her shape. Her tangible body wasn't defined by physical properties anymore as she faded away. Biollante's extended snout unlatched from its tense state and gleamed the thousands of thorny teeth spread over the bottom and top of Biollante's jaws. A curving back placed the Gudis's head in-between Biollante's trenching mouth. Clamping pressure, thrusted the barbed spines in Biollante's mouth into the face of the Gudis.
The entrancing pain made the Gudis pull its arm out of Biollante's abdomen, as well as the shimmering orb that held the essence of Biollante's complicated structure. The orange bulb ruptured in its arms with globs of chunky, green material went airborne. As Biollante's mouth tugged at the Gudis's flesh, the plant's maw diminished into a ghost of her former self. Soon, her whole body was rising into the sky, disappearing behind the darken rain clouds; the only hints that the monster even existed were the bulbs of lights that shined within the hazy clouds.
Soon, the Gudis stood alone, its once proud body horrible ravaged, with wounds that won't heal as they still burned with unknown chemicals that ate away at any flesh that was regenerated. For the first time, the Gudis was giving a fair fight.
The vapors of a moaning man came from Commander Aso's office. Laid in darkness, the only points of light coming from reflective tears, the commander's mind grumbled over the past. All of his problem could have started in 1954, when the first monster plagued Japan, Godzilla. Aso was only ten when the monster rose from sea for the first time. As Tokyo was engulfed in flames, Aso and his parents traveled through the crowded streets of dirty and twisted faces. They made their way to Yokohama by horse and trailer, the only way to get out of the city fast. Even when they arrived at Yokohama, they could still hear the monster's roars in the stale wind. Their lives, as well as every Japanese's was changed forever from that terrifying day. Though, it may have an equal with what happened next.
On December 12th, 1980, Misato Aso gave birth to Fujio Aso, their son. But during the deliver, Aso wife passed away, though not before she told, 'Aso that no matter what happens that he would be a good father.'
For the past nineteen years, Aso did his best to play both mother and father as well as dealing with his job. In 1992, the U.N.G.C.C was formed in the feat that this new Godzilla could turn to an even bigger threat and new weapon had to be made to stop it or any other threat that would endanger Japan. Sometimes for weeks, Fujio was left alone, at night a sitter would watch him, but he spent most of his time alone. It wasn't until he turned 18, that he found the time to spend with his father, when he joined G-Force. Fujio, with every second that he wasn't training, he spent in the command center, helping his father with the problems they faced.
All Fujio wanted to do was make his father proud, he didn't care about anything else. Though, Aso was board of his son no matter what happened, he wouldn't have it any other way. Aso felt that he should do something to allow his son to prove himself, so he transferred him to the Mecha King Ghidorah team, which was a very small team that were devoted at restoring the futurist machine to fight capabilities. Aso thought that Fujio would be able to get some good experience and maybe take on a small challenge for him to establish himself. Aso never thought that his son would be facing off something as horrible as this new threat. But there was nothing he could do about it. Mecha King Ghidorah was the only weapon they had that was at fighting capabilities and Fujio was the only person that was able to pilot it. If Aso could have it his own way, it would have been him going against that monster. Now, it had taken everything from him, his son and his dream, there was nothing left for Aso.
As he sat with his thoughts, the air conditioning blew, cooling off the stuffy room. Though, the air contained a musky smell and wasn't blowing as hard as it should have been. Slowly, the filtering air stopped, as the open vent came covered in a translucent green slime that seeped through the five open slots. It stirred with life, with knowledge and a plan. Even without eyes, a nose or a mouth, it knew were to go as it grappled against Aso's desk chair's leg. Aso stayed hunched over, his head in his hands, not even noticing that something was moving up the back of his chair.
The ooze mounted the head of the chair, Aso's head being shadowed within its frame. Like a crashing wave, the greenish slime swarmed over Aso head, but it didn't stay there. Any open orifice it could found it went through, tear ducts, ears, nostrils, and down Aso mouth. As it swept into his head, a new voice greeted him, "Don't struggle if you want to see your son again. The two of you can live forever as apart of Gudis."
In one of the world's largest cities, a new life had taken over the streets. For every hundred people, a Bogun was giving life, the Gudis's cells infecting the scores of tadpoles that live in the water holes around Japan. The human race was still unsure of what was happening, but it was new dawn, the rise of a new species. It was evolution in the worse way, one that was on a roller coaster.
A failed hope, a legend among the world had already fallen to the name of the Gudis, it's corpse still undisturbed as it laid in the heart of the Shibuya area. It's once chest of brawl, scored with an entrenched hole, which held the legend's heart that had been crushed by the Gudis. Though, this marvel was known for always returning to its destructive life, even after death.
The severed puncture wound that seemed from Godzilla's chest, sifted and riddled with speckles of green, of the cells of the creature that had killed him. Tender flashes of splintering and fading flashes of neon blue ignited from the bloody gully. And as the flaring ended, the wound was covered in a scaly, hard gray flesh. Fondling air was sucked deep into the creature's lungs as sprints of nuclear energy being to coarse wildly through out its dead mass.
Respectable dark clouds grew overhead, lancing the ground with odd bolts of tracked lightening; almost if they were reacting to the event that was taking place. As the sky was blinded by an outsized burst of lightening, a silhouette of a dead creature stood in the shadows of the lightening eruption.
As the performance of life went on, bored eyes came to watch. A class of Boguns stood around, as something their master killed reached into them with its cold eyes. The legend was proven true again.
"We're finally here, I can see the shore up ahead." The words came from Gai's relieved mouth, they had escaped Japan's nightmare and maybe could have enough time to think about something they could do to fix what was happening.
As their eyes gleamed with liberation, they say the horror that wasn't just Europe's problem, it was the world's now and that meant that everything that they were willing to fight for, was now hopeless.
In the torrent streams of slipping air, Mothra held onto the stocky, damaged Super-X 3 as they headed towards America to found a solution to the illness that had now plagued Japan. The cargo that was being carried towards their destination stayed in solitude of the confined hull. Ken stayed towards the back, his knees tucked against his chest as he slept his worries off, Miki laid on a bench, still unconscious from the strenuous infection of Gudis, Meru resided next to the cradled Miki, kneeled by her side, like a mother next to a sick child, Gai took his place in his commander seat, watching the curtained night that dwelled in front of them.
"Where are we?" Meru's voiced seeped over Miki's silent ears before it reached Gai's ears.
"It looks like we are somewhere over Russia, though it doesn't look like they are having a peaceful night, since those fires seem to be keeping them up."
Meru didn't even reply, her stomach already told her that the situation wasn't going to be one that she wanted to hear. She wasn't in denial like the rest, the sky was the answer, it just wasn't over Japan; it was being reported all over the world. Dreaming of a nation that wasn't suffering against the Gudis's infection was their only hopes of now.
"It may look grim Miki, but we'll make sure that you get some help. I won't let you die, at least not before I do." Meru whispered her words with a smile, light tears twisting down her face.
"I have already made the choice and I choose to live forever as a part of Gudis. Since, its inevitable, the rest of the human race will fall within the week. Why do you try to help me? To return me back to my weak condition? My body has evolved to a state that humans will never be able to achieve. Evolve and become gods." Miki's crimson eyes, like moving blood, opened as she talked, making Meru's body pop in bumbling horror back when she started to talk. Her features no longer human, her skin paling to an almost green, her veins now gleamed with neon green color. Ever word she spoke was no long Miki's, but that of someone else's.
As the room stood gasped at the lingering words of Miki's, Gai remained in his seat, still watching the boundless sky, his mind working in shifts around her words. "Miki, there are a few things I would like to know about this god of yours. I am interested in him. First, I would like to know what the green speckles in the sky are? And why are they there?"
"They are the Gudis's cells. Though, they are only supposed to appear after the Gudis's body has been destroyed, but the Gudis needed a different strategy to take over earth and it's over abundant population. So, in a respectful act, it carved up its body, spilling its own blood for the first time and released its cells that had never touched the air outside to a new world. It cultured its cells deep within bottomless pits on Mars, preparing them for what was coming. It was preparing for the elimination of the human race, the last collection of life in this universe, only by using its cells to create an army from anything that holds DNA in its body. So that it could go for its true goal, complete evolution." Breaking through her words, absurd evil laughs came from her mouths, as if she was laughing at the rest of the human race. She soon slipped back into a silenced sleep as the rest of the group stood dumbfounded and silent.
The fighting storm disrupted and bolted against the burning windows of Yokohama, as Biollante interrupt the Gudis's mission. The biologic hybrid had once again gained her mass again, which she hadn't felt since she had left the earth ten years ago. She had reasons to return to earth and one of them was facing her right now.
Gambling with their eyes, Biollante tilted the balance of sound as she opened her mouth and issued a bellowing hiss that could be heard as far as Tokyo. As the wallowed bellow pitched soundlessly through the drenching rainstorm, the concrete soil of the city trembled and shuddered with a terrible fever as if the roots of the ground were being pulled up to the surface.
With unforeseen aggression, the tough, solid soil overturned for the first time as hundreds of extensive, ropy vines swarmed around the Gudis, each one targeting a different part of the flabby flesh. Like opening hands, Biollante's vines taunted to seize the Gudis's body, entwine it in its arms and be able to take life from the creature's body, to see it die in her arms and be pleased about. Turning blood was on her mind; there was something that she wanted and something that the Gudis had taken away from her.
It was her that wanted to kill Godzilla, even though it had caused its own death, it still lived on in the shell of its kin. The life force still moved and thought within this new Godzilla and to Biollante, they were the same. The Gudis had denied Biollante the right to rejoin with the cells that it was born from, it could only achieve that fate by killing the one that it was spawned from. On the fault of the Gudis, Biollante could never be whole and the only thing still in Biollante's way was vengeance.
Tilting tables shifted the ground as hundreds of living twisted vines plodded underneath it, they moved for only one purpose to stab the life out of the Gudis. The Gudis's body and flesh swirled as nerves snapped as the hundreds of vines entered its mass, moving with its organs, becoming apart of the Gudis as they bended and melded with its frame. The skimming vines nestled inside the Gudis's abdomen and chest, before from their ends they begin to saturate the Gudis's insides with their acidic sap, letting it mix with the Gudis's blood and organs in horrible manners. The Gudis's uncapped its mouth, willing to release its disprovable for what had been done to its body, but before it could discharge its vapors, another vine, turning with breakable speed ran down the Gudis's throat in a violent measure.
Biollante gazed with streaming content, her eyes sparkling with a new shade of red, the color of coursing fury. Amuse itchings grew on Biollante's open mouth, alluding to the series of acts that Biollante had nurturing on her uncontrolled mind.
Untwining muscles linked throughout the length of the vines as they thrusted the Guids's mass along the open road, before its heap shattered into a gray tinted office building, the dust of crumbling concrete adding and roving with the acidic smoke that rose from its skin.
The alley of buildings wobbled with slanting and bending winds as the earth in which their frames were embedded in collapsed as something very large moved down the street. With pulling roots, Biollante's extensive build lumbered with gaining speed, its elephant like legs helped with the stacked weight. Biollante's nose touched against the Gudis's impaled body, globing jades of emerald blood dribbled out of the wounds, forming a ring around Biollante's roots.
Lathering strings of golden hued energy drew from the caged orb that shined with an awful orange and didn't stop until they reached the inside of Biollante's throat. Her gorge shadowed with bits of light as the rest of the energy gathered in there. A new shimmer came from Biollante's throat, as a torrent of chucky, green acidic sap covered with vivid shimmering yellow speckles, flushed from Biollante's maw. The blistering, surge of flowing acidic sap splashed on the Gudis's head, draining down the rest of its body, seeping into any hole that it could get into.
As the swell of bitter liquid flooded the Gudis, it wasn't pleased that Biollante was allowed to do this and sought to stop this permanently from happening again. Through the hail of dumping acid, the Gudis's tentacles found their place around both of Biollante's jaws. With an rupturing amount of strength, Biollante's mouth was torn further up her face, her lower jaw being torn so badly that it hung loosely from the rest of her face in a tattered mess of moving muscles. The violent flow of acidic sap spilled on to the broken jaw, dividing along the thousands of flesh-rooted barb like teeth that lined the bottom of Biollante's protruding mouth. The shock and immobilization of her orifice made her recoil from the Gudis. With open opportunity, the Gudis's eyes traveled with energy derived from gravity. The streaming energy smoldered against the impaled vines still in the Gudis's body, though as the gravity bolts warped over the twisted vines, they popped and broke from its mass. The numerous holes that were left in the Gudis's weight twitch with healing tissue, but the acidic sap stopped any further healing, the wounds still steamed with the sizzling smoke.
Within the seconds that the wound was made, Biollante's jaw begin to mend back together, even the spoil sinew that waved freely in the air. As the hanging jaw came back into place, a bolt of gravity energy battered against it, not even delaying it from coming back together. The Gudis gleamed at Biollante with a sense of strength, it knew that it would be unable to bind its cells together with the plant hybrid, but it could have the fun of testing its strength against it and really show off what it has become.
More of Biollante's black-green stalks rushed to renew the ones that were lost to Gudis's eyes lasers, but they met the same fate as the Gudis opened up with the packed gravity eye beams. The running sap in them boiled and bursted through the skin, leaving frayed ends of hanging, loose flesh. Its liquid eyes came swallowed with darkening amounts of significant, enhancing gravity energy before sliding away from the ruby sphere, screening over the exposed street. Cleaving like sharpened blades, the gravity induced beams serving every vine that rose above the ground, cluttering the road with thick curving pieces of broken roots. The endless brooks of unreeling exploding atoms continued beyond the garden of stalks and hit against the trunk of the living plant. Hard flesh smoldered and sizzled away under the pelting of energy, dissolving the barrier of small, entwined tendrils that protected Biollante's life force. The surface of the luminous energy sac bubbled with flaming skin, with one of its sides bursting in a gush of collapsing blood and energy.
The splintered ends of Biollante's vines ceased in regrowing as well as all the other wounds around Biollante's body, the one thing that she needed to heal all her wounds was in need of healing itself. Biollante stumbled, all her energy being devoted to healing her collection of cells, it was the engine that kept her alive and with it wounded, it would take everything she had to heal the damage that was done to it. All of her defenses were down, she didn't even have enough energy to move her roots; she was completely open for attack.
The Gudis lingered at the failing form of the beast that nearly caused it actually pain, watching it as it become a weak and pathetic life form. It knew anything that was made from the cells of a weak monster like Godzilla would never give it a fair fight. It was time for this monster to be worthy of being killed by the Gudis.
The slug like form of the dreaming demon crept against the ground, securing the space that was left between them. It wouldn't forget the many smoking holes that this creature left on its body, even after they heal. The sting of the scorching acid remained, still with the downpour of icy rain. It was something that the Gudis couldn't let go; it had been scoured with this creature's blood, but was being caused pain. It defied the hunger of bloodshed of a weaker monster. Though, those that touch the Gudis have two options, become one with the god or be killed, a judgment that would soon be passed on all heads. It was the way of evolution, either adapt or suffer as being obsolete, which Biollante was compared to the Gudis.
A tender wail slipped through the millions of skewed teeth that lined both of Biollante's jaws. Her body was void of any strength, it was taken everything out of her to heal her bulb; death would come if she didn't fix the damage to her energy sac. Her cell division was completely dependent on her energy sac and with it damaged her body had no regeneration, the one thing that kept her from being killed by the beast that she was facing.
Rumbling eyes locked on the key to winning this battle, the weakness of its opponent, one thing that contrasted against the shadowy green, the glistening orange sphere that now leaked a clear and thick fluid from its core as it fizzled with chains of yellow energy. The sparkling shimmer of the orb reflected on the Gudis's face as it stared into, Biollante's attention was devoid of the proximity of the Gudis; however she would know soon enough.
The carroty orange tentacles of the Gudis praised into the air, before flinging the tips into the sides of the caged like flesh that surrounded the lustrous sphere. Even as the acidic sap horded over the Gudis's limbs, it still pressed on deeper into the plant's body.
Biollante was infused with anger as the Gudis attacked her energy sac, her strength was still low, but she had to defend her life force no matter what. As Biollante struggled with anger, she gathered enough strength to move one of her rooted vines underground. Picking the perfect place, she thrust the lone stem through the concrete floors of a multi-story apartment building, feeling the bits of furniture that moved with her passing vine. With surprise and shock, the stalk pushed through the side of the building and found itself embedded in the right eye of the Gudis. Its slim, crimson lens tore from the cover of the Gudis's eyelid and traveled with the root to the inside of its head.
As the two locked their limbs into the others body, neither one were willing to let go. Each one dug as deep as they could, but Biollante felt the rest of her strength leave. Biollante's mass begun to dissolve; reverting back into a dusty cloud of golden speckles. As the weight lifted away from her, she felt a new sense of limitless strength coming through her shape. Her tangible body wasn't defined by physical properties anymore as she faded away. Biollante's extended snout unlatched from its tense state and gleamed the thousands of thorny teeth spread over the bottom and top of Biollante's jaws. A curving back placed the Gudis's head in-between Biollante's trenching mouth. Clamping pressure, thrusted the barbed spines in Biollante's mouth into the face of the Gudis.
The entrancing pain made the Gudis pull its arm out of Biollante's abdomen, as well as the shimmering orb that held the essence of Biollante's complicated structure. The orange bulb ruptured in its arms with globs of chunky, green material went airborne. As Biollante's mouth tugged at the Gudis's flesh, the plant's maw diminished into a ghost of her former self. Soon, her whole body was rising into the sky, disappearing behind the darken rain clouds; the only hints that the monster even existed were the bulbs of lights that shined within the hazy clouds.
Soon, the Gudis stood alone, its once proud body horrible ravaged, with wounds that won't heal as they still burned with unknown chemicals that ate away at any flesh that was regenerated. For the first time, the Gudis was giving a fair fight.
The vapors of a moaning man came from Commander Aso's office. Laid in darkness, the only points of light coming from reflective tears, the commander's mind grumbled over the past. All of his problem could have started in 1954, when the first monster plagued Japan, Godzilla. Aso was only ten when the monster rose from sea for the first time. As Tokyo was engulfed in flames, Aso and his parents traveled through the crowded streets of dirty and twisted faces. They made their way to Yokohama by horse and trailer, the only way to get out of the city fast. Even when they arrived at Yokohama, they could still hear the monster's roars in the stale wind. Their lives, as well as every Japanese's was changed forever from that terrifying day. Though, it may have an equal with what happened next.
On December 12th, 1980, Misato Aso gave birth to Fujio Aso, their son. But during the deliver, Aso wife passed away, though not before she told, 'Aso that no matter what happens that he would be a good father.'
For the past nineteen years, Aso did his best to play both mother and father as well as dealing with his job. In 1992, the U.N.G.C.C was formed in the feat that this new Godzilla could turn to an even bigger threat and new weapon had to be made to stop it or any other threat that would endanger Japan. Sometimes for weeks, Fujio was left alone, at night a sitter would watch him, but he spent most of his time alone. It wasn't until he turned 18, that he found the time to spend with his father, when he joined G-Force. Fujio, with every second that he wasn't training, he spent in the command center, helping his father with the problems they faced.
All Fujio wanted to do was make his father proud, he didn't care about anything else. Though, Aso was board of his son no matter what happened, he wouldn't have it any other way. Aso felt that he should do something to allow his son to prove himself, so he transferred him to the Mecha King Ghidorah team, which was a very small team that were devoted at restoring the futurist machine to fight capabilities. Aso thought that Fujio would be able to get some good experience and maybe take on a small challenge for him to establish himself. Aso never thought that his son would be facing off something as horrible as this new threat. But there was nothing he could do about it. Mecha King Ghidorah was the only weapon they had that was at fighting capabilities and Fujio was the only person that was able to pilot it. If Aso could have it his own way, it would have been him going against that monster. Now, it had taken everything from him, his son and his dream, there was nothing left for Aso.
As he sat with his thoughts, the air conditioning blew, cooling off the stuffy room. Though, the air contained a musky smell and wasn't blowing as hard as it should have been. Slowly, the filtering air stopped, as the open vent came covered in a translucent green slime that seeped through the five open slots. It stirred with life, with knowledge and a plan. Even without eyes, a nose or a mouth, it knew were to go as it grappled against Aso's desk chair's leg. Aso stayed hunched over, his head in his hands, not even noticing that something was moving up the back of his chair.
The ooze mounted the head of the chair, Aso's head being shadowed within its frame. Like a crashing wave, the greenish slime swarmed over Aso head, but it didn't stay there. Any open orifice it could found it went through, tear ducts, ears, nostrils, and down Aso mouth. As it swept into his head, a new voice greeted him, "Don't struggle if you want to see your son again. The two of you can live forever as apart of Gudis."
In one of the world's largest cities, a new life had taken over the streets. For every hundred people, a Bogun was giving life, the Gudis's cells infecting the scores of tadpoles that live in the water holes around Japan. The human race was still unsure of what was happening, but it was new dawn, the rise of a new species. It was evolution in the worse way, one that was on a roller coaster.
A failed hope, a legend among the world had already fallen to the name of the Gudis, it's corpse still undisturbed as it laid in the heart of the Shibuya area. It's once chest of brawl, scored with an entrenched hole, which held the legend's heart that had been crushed by the Gudis. Though, this marvel was known for always returning to its destructive life, even after death.
The severed puncture wound that seemed from Godzilla's chest, sifted and riddled with speckles of green, of the cells of the creature that had killed him. Tender flashes of splintering and fading flashes of neon blue ignited from the bloody gully. And as the flaring ended, the wound was covered in a scaly, hard gray flesh. Fondling air was sucked deep into the creature's lungs as sprints of nuclear energy being to coarse wildly through out its dead mass.
Respectable dark clouds grew overhead, lancing the ground with odd bolts of tracked lightening; almost if they were reacting to the event that was taking place. As the sky was blinded by an outsized burst of lightening, a silhouette of a dead creature stood in the shadows of the lightening eruption.
As the performance of life went on, bored eyes came to watch. A class of Boguns stood around, as something their master killed reached into them with its cold eyes. The legend was proven true again.
"We're finally here, I can see the shore up ahead." The words came from Gai's relieved mouth, they had escaped Japan's nightmare and maybe could have enough time to think about something they could do to fix what was happening.
As their eyes gleamed with liberation, they say the horror that wasn't just Europe's problem, it was the world's now and that meant that everything that they were willing to fight for, was now hopeless.