Hope this is an OK idea for the story. I'm fully aware that it's pretty unpleasant, but still R&R, please! I could really use some advice for this fic.

Anyway, I'm afraid the monsters won't come into play just yet. But they will. And it'll be good, I promise. But this is still a story, so bear with me. I'm also using another of my favourite human characters from the Godzilla series in this story. Enjoy!

GRIEF

In the alley, Akira had suddenly collapsed to the ground, thrashing and foaming at the mouth.

"Dude," One of the other teenagers called to the gang leader, "The stupid bastard overdosed!"

"Like I give a shit!" The leader sighed, "Just throw him down there by the trash cans. Toss him out with the rest of the garbage."

It was getting dark, and still no sign of her damn cousin. Miki let out a heavy sigh. It pained her to think of her cousin like that- one of the few people who'd ever shown her any kindness. Just he'd let her down so many times.

He'd been suspended, and even arrested, for drug abuse before. And he kept saying he'd get clean. He said it again, and again. And he tried. She could tell he tried- there's not much point lying to a telepath.

And he'd been trying as hard as he could. He'd been clean for almost six months. And today…he was still out there, stoned out of his skull like those asshole friends of his.

It was hard living on the streets- really hard. Living on the streets and still trying to get through school was harder. Akira tried to help. He tried hard. But things like this- finding him stoned- it just made it even harder.

She could still detect some thoughts from outside- though it wasn't as bad as before. Some days, she looked in a mirror and all she saw was a freak. She heard every single thought from every single person she walked past. And then there were the bad days. God, she cursed the day she ever got that power.

Looking outside, she decided it was about time to go and bring Akira inside. However, as she walked into the alley, she became aware of something. She couldn't sense him. Even when she really tried, she didn't detect his mind. This wasn't right. If she looked for someone, her power meant she could always find them.

She found Akira lying on his back, by a bunch of knocked-over trashcans.

"Akira?" She called. There was no answer.

Getting worried, she checked his pulse. Nothing. No pulse. No breath. She checked with her mind- nothing. No thought. No presence whatsoever.

She realised what had happened in an instant. The tears began streaming down her face as she sank to her knees.

"Akira…No…Please…"

There was nothing she could do.

He was dead.

Miki fell to her knees and wept. She stayed there for what felt like hours. He was dead. Dead among the trash and the filth. The only person who ever actually gave a shit about her. He was dead.

She heard voiced from further in the alley.

"You sure we should've left him there?"

"The guys trash. He dies with the trash."

"Yeah but what about the cops?"

"What about the cops? No-one's gonna find the bastard, and no-one's gonna miss him. 'Sides, now we only have to split the supply two ways!"

Miki were sickened by what she heard. As soon as she sensed their minds, she knew what had killed him. And she knew it was their fault. And in that instant, that moment of grief, pain and hurt, she felt the rage take over- that terrible, mindless rage.

The two thugs were still laughing about the death they caused, when one of them suddenly started coughing.

"Dude, you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm…"

He felt to the ground in a sudden coughing spasm. "Shit, man…can't breathe…shit…"

"What the hell…"

The teenager suddenly heard a voice in the air- a voice that seemed to come from all around him. A disembodied voice in his mind.

He will die…

"What the…shit, I'm going' crazy…"

You will Die…

"What the hell is that?"

You will feel my pain…

The other one suddenly felt his windpipe close off. He felt like his own skin was crushing his neck. He fell to the ground, choking on his own breath. Coughing up blood as the bile rose through his body. He collapsed to the ground beside his friend, blood trickling from both their mouths.

Miki could only stand there in shock. What had she done? She killed them…just with a thought, she killed them both… She felt sick. Sick at the sight of the dead bodies…sick at the sight of them thrashing in their death throes…sick at what she had done.

Feeling like she was about to vomit, she ran back inside.

She killed them.

She watched them die, slowly and painfully.

She'd killed them. She'd watched the blood pour from their mouths and watched the last ounce of life leave their bodies.

She'd killed them in a moment of rage and anger.

But the worst part was- when she watched them die by her hand…she'd loved every second of it…

Pretty dark, huh? I know this story's more-than-slightly unpleasant, but it won't all be like this (unless I change my mind). I'm still open to ideas about character development, so please send me your reviews, whether they're good or bad. Just tell me what you think of this story- particularly the character depiction in this chapter. But God only knows how I came up with that…