The King's Poison
It was like a tree falling in the woods, but this time the sound could be heard for miles away. The collapse of a massive trunk of weight, bounding like a hammer to bell, against the earth, enough to shake the ground of the nearby city. Windows broke and rocks fell, the unseeing eyes that witnessed the event had thought they had seen it before, just a simple earthquake. As the startled people came from under their shelters, their windows glared another fright for them. The mouth of valley between the two peaks of Mt. Gongen bulged with a tannish cloud of stacking dust. Though, they had to fear was not the cloud, but had made it. Under the dust was something that nobody thought would fall, Godzilla.
"He stopped." The voice lost against the glare of the monitor that it studied.
"No, there's something wrong. Infrared shows that Godzilla is down. Checking for other life forms in the vicinity." A different voice came from behind the glare of its own monitor, their eyes were never taught to leave, though mouth could. "No other heat images found."
"Could Junior be melting down as well?" The words were grim and shallow, words that could only belong to Commander Aso.
"The temperatures readings are lower than normal…I can't determine the problem from here, but its safe to say that Godzilla doesn't look like he will be moving anytime soon." The tone of the words were that of a kids, young and frail, but was wrapped in intelligence. "Nothing like this has ever happened to Godzilla in the past. We need to get down there as fast as we can, so that we can get some accurate readings and document this event. It may be the discover of a new virus." KenichiYamane continued.
Bracing eyes were captured by the image of a creature that had worked so hard to make fall and now they were baffled by how it happened.
"Maybe it's expended its nuclear reserves." Professor Fukazawa's monotone manner bounded through the room.
A strike of teeming fingers work quick found an answer for Kenich, "Readings are showing normal levels. Everything thing that we can monitor from here seem fine, though once we get up close we can study blood and tissue."
"What was Godzilla doing last? Maybe we can trace it to that?" Dr. Gondo spoke, now a permanent member of the kaijulogist team.
"Acts for the last month are listed: First Sighting: Adonoa Island seen for four days before leaving. Second Sighting, seen traveling in the Philippine Sea for the next twelve days, Third Sighting: Attacked a Nuclear Power Plant in Sendai twelve days after it was seen in the sea…." The listing operator was cut off.
"Wait, could the radiation that Godzilla absorbed poison him?" The Professor's words tangled in with the man's.
"It's possible with that fact that Junior's body has only started to get use to large amount of radiation, it could have been too much for his system and he collapsed from it." Kenchi pondered as if it was second nature to him.
"We only need to be concern as to when he is going to wake up." Commander Aso shifted harshly in his chair, as if was trying to sit on his doubts.
Another rush of words disgorged from their running mouths, though their rummaging sounds was stilled by the settle wimps of sucking tears.
'Don't worry…he's already dead." Miki had to speak through the knot that had tied around her throat for dreams had just died and she couldn't even catch them before they went out the window.
Weeks roamed around the casting news that had hit, Godzilla's dead body. Parades and celebrations were thrown in the honor of the dead king. Though, not everyone was celebrating, some of them were stressed and fixated on found out as to why it happened.
"Tissue seems soft, almost sponge like. It almost feels hollow underneath, like there is no muscle under its chest." Professor Fukazawa spoke, his words being clogged by the respirator on his white Haz-Mat suit.
His assistant for the last five years, Jiro Tanaka, took Giger-Counter readings. The crackle of that the hand held machine was dwindling. "This is really weird, the radiation is extremely low, but it shouldn't be, radiation levels should be high." His matted feet ice around Godzilla's bumpy and slick scales as moves the Giger-Counter around the edge of it. "The tissue over here looks like it has been scarred maybe." Jiro tips his foot the rough and tattered scales, as his weight presses the flesh vacuums down into a gloomy void, pulling Jiro along with the sinking scales.
"Jiro!" The Professor's yell was a mile behind his hand as it leaps for Jiro's dropping form, but it only hung empty over the gorge. " Oh Jiro."
Not even the diligent light from the sun could view into the digging darkness.
A scooping flash of light blooms over the site of the stilled Godzilla as Yoka Nakanishi, her camel colored suit held like a bandage to her frame, her heavily layered chin length hair was topped off by a matching camel colored hat snagged over head. A yellow band ringed her arm, in black letter it read, 'Press.'
Another strobing flare of shadowing light came from Yoka's camera; it was an elder model, one that still a light bulb to obtain a flash. Her fingers lanced around the steaming bulb and dropped it to the ground as she tittered another fresh bulb with her other hand. "Just smile some more for me, sleeping beauty."
"Mis' it's not safe for the press to be here. This is a restricted area and all personnel are required to wear a biohazard suit due to the possibility of radiation poisoning." The sentence lingered from behind Yoka.
"Then go get me one. This is just simply amazing. The last specimen of one of the most powerful species of monsters dead from unknown causes, and it doesn't even get a nice burial." Yoka smirked, her lips ceasing with wet red lipstick. "Let me ask you something, since you seem to be on the team. Do they plan on leaving Godzilla's body there? And couldn't that cause environmental problems?"
The stale air in the Haz-mat suit begun to sweat around Kenchi's head, it was the first time that he had ever found himself at the end of a question that wasn't about Godzilla. "We are preparing measures to deal with the situation, but I don't think that is any of the presses concern. Though, I would gladly fill you in on any details that you want to know about Godzilla, that doesn't involve this most recent incident."
"I am really only interested in what has happened to him. Are you sure there isn't anything that you can tell me?' Her peachy face boosts with a childish smile, like that of a schoolgirl's.
"I am sorry, but it's all confidential. To truthfully say anything, we are really unsure ourselves of how it happened, all we know is that it happened. Now, we have a dead monster on our hands and uncertain if it is even safe to move it. Though, I am very excited about this whole thing. Just imagine it, we can finally study Godzilla's body. This can be one of the biggest break throughs in history. I can't wait to see what we found." Kenchi's face pleased with enthusiasm as his eyes greeted the toppled carcass.
"About life without the threat of Godzilla?" Yoka took another quick shot with her camera.
"This time its for real. There isn't another one of his kind to take his place this time. Junior was the last one and in like many other kings, his reign ending in a few weeks. Now, we found out if man can live without a creature that saves them from monsters that can kill them all, but is still one that can."
"It's time that we start doing things for ourselves." Her peachy face was grim, almost haunting.
The loose dirt under their feet shifted involuntary, like the whole island of Japan was being choked. The cap of the mountain slipped with bounding rocks as the land wobbled.
"It looks like they've finally finished it." The young eyes of Kenchi geared over Godzilla's crumpled form and into the mouth of the valley that it had collapsed in.
Sheets of tank like treads ran under twin metallic gray box coverings that acted as feet. Wide, round hips warped over the treads, a square of blue riding through the top of them. A shape familiar to a nose of a plane, but aimed downward, buckled in the middle of the hips. A burly circle of metal formed a stomach for the machine, as a curving line of armor lead around the top of it, dawning a chest. Balling joints held the machine's odd coned shaped arms to the body, a pad of steel flowing over the shoulder joint for protection. Behind the robot's shoulders, a backpack of another pair of arms that expended to the sides of the first's set shoulder and sat a little higher, allowing them to be aimed at the same time as the other set. Crowning on its podium like neck, the oddly shape head dressed it. It's immense triangle, radiant yellow eyes, dressed above the protruding nose drill that framed the face, a slim, pointing fin adorned its metal skull.
It was the latest in G-type weaponry, one that was going to be in the field of killing Godzilla, but now its operations have changed. It's construction was started after the first model of Mogera was destroyed by Space Godzilla, though it wasn't entirely ruined, Star Falcon was salvaged and used as well as Mogera's arms and chest. Production time was cut in half due to the availability of parts, but wasn't finished enough to be able to be deployed during the world's worst crisis, when the oxygen destroyer took the form of a monster and Godzilla was at the peak of meltdown. U.N.G.C.C's hands were tired behind their backs and all they could do was watch. Though, it wasn't long before Mogera would see its first action.
Like a chasing dog, something large grumbled behind it. It laid dull in gray metal shell, stretching into the form of a rectangle. It ran over four hundred feet long and about two hundred feet tall, it was just a gray metal box, its inside hollow and sound, a lonely place to be, it was a coffin.
The lonesome near black coffin was dragged by Mogera's driving strength, the only thing that could the immense weight. Dust flutters like a flock of birds from the landscape as the tomb was scarped across it. Godzilla's loose weight jumbled from the passing Mogera 2 as it's treads seethed in the harden rocky land as it stopped in front of the dead monster.
"You have to leave, you shouldn't have witnessed this. The Containment Project isn't supposed to be viewed by non-personnel eyes." Kenchi's words shoved harder on Yoka, than his own hands did.
"Containment Project? Do you mean to tell me that UNGCC has built a robot and coffin to deal with Godzilla's death in this short period of time? Something doesn't seem right here." The radiant blast of illuminating light seared from Yoka's camera as she took picture of the monster-sized coffin.
"Secrets are our secretes." Kenchi roams from his mouth as security takes Yoka away, her hands busy to ready another bulb.
"And the press always founds them out."
The increasing whirl of cycling wind revolved over the scenery, as six Chinook helicopters baited in the air above. Each held a line of strength steel rope, the other end anchored to apart of Godzilla. A tug of hovering weight bounds on Godzilla's mass, shifting it a few feet above the ground. Loosen from Godzilla's mouth; a wash of seeping blood came out, tainting the land below. Godzilla's body was suspended in the air like a hollow marionette, floating lifeless over the open coffin. Releasing cables, stumbled Godzilla's body into the box, his fulfilling mass plugging up the darken space. A sinking lid closes again on the metal coffin, sealing Godzilla inside, persevering his body for the name of science and mankind.
"Finally, we will have all the time that we need to study Godzilla's cells and makeup, we will be able to learn all of his secrets and maybe found something that will benefit mankind greatly." Professor Fukazawa's words were as cold as a graveyard, even though he was happy about it all, he just didn't want to have to lose a life during it all.
"But what does this mean now that Godzilla is gone? What if monsters like King Ghidorah, Biollante, SpaceGodzilla and Destroyah come back? All of them existed and came to Japan, because of Godzilla. We viewed Godzilla as such a threat, but now it seems that he was more of a disobedient dog, that guarded his yard, but bite back his masters sometimes." The young, but brass psychic Meru Ozama gave her philosophy on Godzilla's death, her heart feeling that something is desperately wrong.
"It seems to me that humanity as a whole is in for some peace, since Godzilla seemed to be a beacon for violent monsters. After the first one was destroyed in 54, we were giving nearly thirty years to enjoy progress. Without the king of the jungle, they loose their way and just disappear into the mist." Dr. Gondo's words swirled around the falling air as the sun begin to set.
An Unrelenting pressure of a squealing howl soured the setting air. Low on the horizon, pairs of walking shadows stroll in the last of the glinting sun. One of them roamed on all fours, carrying a harden shell of protective armor on its back, another was humanoid, its brow large and bulbous, under the feet of the others laid a slender body, crawling on thousands of little legs, the last one flew above them and was as beautiful as a butterfly in the last minutes of the sun.
"Targets coming from the west, heading at about ten miles per hour. All positions await orders" It was the voice of the look out calling down the warning.
"MOGERA 2 armed for combat." The words almost lost against the stirring steel as Mogera turned towards the coming monsters. Koji Shinjo's eye seized against the marching shadows through the viewing port of the massive robot. After his experience with SpaceGodzilla, Shinjo knew that there was nothing else that he could do in life, but try his best to protect the citizens of Japan from giant monsters. Miki had taught him a lot about Godzilla and how he was needed and shouldn't be seen as a threat, but Shinjo believed that Godzilla shouldn't have all the credit.
Shinjo's fingers skipped down a lighted panel, turning the blue buttons to a glowing yellow. Mogera 2's four coned hands flowered reveling the four waiting Spiral Grenade Missiles.
"Wait, they are not our enemies. They are just here to mourn the death of Godzilla. Please allow them." The voice was almost too tiny to hear, barely above that of a squeak, but it held a certain divineness.
The four kaiju came against the sides of the Coffin gently, rubbing their hands and noses over it in a friendly fashion. Mogera 2's aim still tilted towards them, but was cushioned with curiosity.
As the sun final set, and the four monsters mourned the pass of their gently beast, Godzilla's death had finally sunk in.
To be continued...