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Chapter 6: A Time of Trouble
Northeast of Brisbane, Australia
Bunyip couldn't believe that he had nearly died in a single day. That brawl with Shinomura gave him a harsh reminder that he wasn't immortal. None of them were. Well... except the moth, in a way.
His kind, and all the other big creatures, lived for a long time. A very long time.
He had never faced real danger or had a brush with death in so long, he had grown complacent in the thought that he couldn't perish.
That idea was completely shattered after that fight. A trail of blood gave away his path back home. The gash on his head still bled, the crimson liquid flowing down the side of his head and dripping down onto the ground below as the Titan slowly walked.
The various bites and wounds on his neck were also reminders of his near demise.
He was shaken. All of the pain he put himself through was out of a needless and selfish desire for revenge. Those blue flying parasites had done something to him long ago. In the days of old, back when there were more animals in his home, and the only bipeds were the primitive ones living across the land in small groups.
Shinomura did nothing wrong to harm Bunyip. It was another individual. A young female of their kind. Bunyip's heart wrenched just thinking about the painful memory.
It had all happened a long time ago. It happened so fast.
Everyone there had long since died, except for himself.
He had to live with the fact that he was the only survivor. He should have gone down fighting.
No... If I had stayed with the others, I would be dead... If he could have, the giant platypus-like creature would have sighed.
For a moment, the bleeding injuries on his body stopped agonizingly hurting. His strained and exhausted legs stopped bothering him. The endless open plains and sprawling forests around him faded out of sight.
His mind stopped sulking about his defeat and what it had cost.
Time slowed down for the semi-aquatic animal.
He began to relive the events of that horrid day in his mind. It began showing like a horrible retelling.
The memories flashed through his mind like a blur.
The roar of an angry blue flying parasite in the distance.
The pained cry of Bunyip's sister.
Another roar from the parasitic monster.
The sound of trees being knocked over.
Bunyip had run fast to reach his home. He didn't make it in time.
He heard more roars and screams. Some were from the parasite. Most were the pained and anguished cries of the ones he held dear.
By the time Bunyip arrived, he was far too late.
That female Shinomura, the largest one he ever saw, had slaughtered everyone he cared for.
The only reason he lived was out of his control.
Alpha had arrived, forcing the parasite to flee rather than take a blast of atomic breath.
It left Bunyip alone, permanently.
Yes, there probably were, and still are, more of his kind in the Underground, but he was the last one of his family.
His foolish attempt at revenge nearly cost both creatures their lives. He knew that Shinomura would be back up in a few days. His toxins wouldn't kill. It just left his opponents paralyzed, with usually allowed him to finish them off.
That was one of the only times he paralyzed another creature and then allowed them to live afterward.
Bunyip snapped out of the horrid memory. All the injuries and exhaustion he had begun their full effect again.
It was too much for him to bear. He would go back to his home. He would rest and recover.
The blood loss would stop, and he would continue normally.
The wounds would heal over.
The scars would remind him of this day every time.
The memory of this day would stay with him for a long time.
The thoughts of pointless revenge would stay out.
There was nothing he could do for his family anymore. That Shinomura. The one who did this was likely long dead. The old Alpha had likely killed it by now in his quest to rid their world of the parasitic creatures. At the time, while his search focused more on the black parasites, he still dealt with the blue ones occasionally.
Once my wounds recover, I'll go back to those biped nests, and next time I will destroy them. The rumbling sound in his throat was low. A small grunt followed as he continued walking back into the Outback.
Bunyip truly would never forget this day. Or the next. Or the day his life turned upside down. Every day had something to remember.
Mexico City, Mexico
Rodan roared in fury as another explosion rang out, shaking his body and causing a stinging pain in his wing.
The biped nests below him were in ruins. Many of their stone and metal things were destroyed or knocked over in heaps of rubble and debris. Fires burned across the landscape, with smoke rising to fill the air above.
He had caused this mayhem. He had caused all the destruction. However, it was not his decision to make.
The bird of fire knew that resisting was a lost cause. He still bore the electrical scar on his chest. Pausing his flying, he stayed in place and looked down at the burnt area.
The Fire Demon didn't pause for long. After a few seconds of looking, he continued his attack. While he took down metal flying things and tore through their nests on the ground, his mind wandered.
Godzilla was dead. There was no denying that.
His talons smashed through a biped nest, during it to rubble. Screams were cut short by debris and wind as the Titan demolished the structure, forever silencing the voices of many.
He's in charge now... And I'm just one of his pawns!
Angrier than before, he turned his attention to the closest tall biped nest. It wasn't anything special. However, soon it was nothing as Rodan sent it collapsing in one swift move. A deadly attack that had snuffed out several more lives within seconds. Once more, screams were cut short, and eyes would never once again open.
Rodan knew that he, along with all the others, had no choice. Ghidorah wanted the bipeds gone. He wanted Godzilla, his rival, dead. He had one wish.
Now, the rest of them would do his bidding and accomplish that other goal for him.
It sickened him. While the One Born of Fire had no care at all for the well-being of those bipeds, that didn't mean he wanted to destroy them. In the days long past, he preferred to avoid them. Leave them alone. If they ever crossed each other, then the other would retaliate or ignore the action.
It was his way of doing things. The volcanic pterosaur longed to be able to just go back to his mountain of lava and rest. Rest his weary wings, relax his strained muscles and let himself warm up in the heat of a mountain of lava.
He couldn't do that. Not yet, at least.
The Three-Headed Devil wanted the bipeds gone. All of them.
Why does he even want us to end their lives? What threat do they pose to his rule anyway? Rodan pondered.
He didn't see any reason to destroy these things. Yes, they were annoying or disruptive to the Titans occasionally. Although, they mostly had a live-let-live relationship.
Some groups worshiped the other Titans. Many more feared them and cowed in the face of danger or respected them for their power.
Yes, their fire stringers well... stung, but they didn't hurt him. They might hurt the weaker ones like the giant green mantis or the many-limbed Kraken, but that didn't seem right. That Golden Terror didn't seem like the kind of Alpha to care for the lives of every one of his subjects.
Godzilla certainly didn't. The Golden Demise probably isn't any better. Right?
His beak crushed down on one of their flying things, blowing it up in a fireball and burning explosion as his jaws crushed the small thing. Parts and pieces rained down to the ruined city below.
The old Alpha only truly cared for the balance of the planet. That much was clear. If any one of them stepped out of line, or their mere existence threatened that balance, he would end them.
While he had to admit that those parasites deserve to die, so many others perished or suffered for the sake of 'balance'. He had as well.
Merely flying over a mountain of fire caused it to explode. Godzilla made him avoid ones that he did not nest in, to make sure not all of them erupting caused problems and put the planet off balance.
Every time he forgot, it earned him a harsh warning from the old alpha.
And then again, what did he truly know about Ghidorah? Not much.
Perhaps... Perhaps it might be better under his reign... His trills showed his thinking to those around him. Although, they only continued to try and bombard him.
Rodan only followed orders. He could only hope that the Three-Headed Devil wasn't as much of a malevolent creature as everyone that knew him thought him to be.
Somewhere in the Hollow Earth
Several Giant Ants were crawling across the ground, marching down a path they were well familiar with. These creatures were much bigger than their normal cousins, but by Titan standards, they are still smaller than ones like Kamacuras.
These insects continued their march at a steady pace, their six legs carrying them across the ground with ease. Along this path, several slightly larger ants stood guard, antenna raised and standing more upright, watching out for the many threats their home had.
Occasionally, one of the ants made a strange bird-like call.
These creatures thrived in colonies numbering in the thousands.
Most kaiju in the underground ignored them. While for the bipeds or any normal animals, these things were large threats, for the Titans, they were normal ants.
As the ants marched along this pheromone trail, one of the guards made an alarmed bird call. Within seconds, a Skullcrawler burst in sight, over a nearby hill. It roared viciously, looking around for anything to sate its appetite. A nearby flock of Psychovultures, frightened by the predator, all took off. None of them wanted to be anywhere near the ground.
However, as the flock of birds flew up, their panicked cries filling the air, one of the slower ones ceased calling out.
Another one, higher upward, but still too close to the ground, was snatched right out of the air, being completely swallowed by the juvenile Skullcrawler.
The reptilian creature roared in frustration, the rest of his prey out of reach in the sky above.
It paced slightly, roaring up in anger at the birds. However, they only cried out and roared back at him.
Turning away from the birds, the hypocarnivore looked around. He was still hungry. Those tiny birds did little to fill his stomach.
Near a small rocky hill with several trees, he saw a trail of Giant Ants.
He didn't care that they were small insects, and would likely do little to fill his appetite. He was hungry, and that meant killing everything he could to feed himself.
Letting out a fearsome roar, his two legs began to move, and the Skullcrawler began to run towards the ants.
Once it was close enough, the predator didn't run but instead jumped. The leap sent him over the guard ants and right onto the trail itself. The closest ant to him was eaten in the blink of an eye.
Several more ants suffered the same fate. Then, the retaliation began.
Multiple of the ants began to crawl up to him. They bit their mandibles into his legs, and one on the tip of his tail. Many more surrounded him, marching towards their foe.
He didn't notice to care about the pain of the bites, he only ate ant after ant that got close to his jaws. He easily swallowed them whole.
Several dozen ants had surrounded him. Yet still, he only looked at one ant, ate it, and looked at the next.
It was only until one bit her mandibles down on his neck that he cried out in pain. He quickly shook it off, then threw off the rest of the ones on him, leaping into the air or smashing his body into the ground to crush others.
A fearsome roar was responded to by several bird-like calls.
Then, another roar responded. Not a bird-like chirp from a Giant Ant.
Confused, the Skullcrawler briefly looked around. His instincts told him that whatever made that different roar was bigger prey. One that he should consume.
The other roar was heard again.
The young Skullcrawler ignored the ants, leaping over them and onto the stone hill, looking to get a vantage point. He had to find out what made that roar!
However, the "hill" underneath his feet began to move. The predator cried out in surprise, losing his grip and tumbling off the moving land, falling onto the ground nearby.
An incredibly small and young Titan emerged out of the ground. It was the same species as Methuselah, although this individual was a lot younger and much smaller, only being a little larger than a fully grown Skullcrawler.
Entirely forgetting about his previously unknown target, the predator turned on the Methuselah. A higher-pitched cry of panic came from the young Titan. The Skullcrawler leaped onto the back of the young animal, attempting to bite into him.
The attack failed in causing any harm, only causing slight pain to the Skullcrawler's jaw for biting down so hard and something incredibly tough.
The young Methuselah cried out several times, desperately hoping anything came to his aid.
He stood his ground, his white eyes fearfully looking at his attacker. The predator was circling him, looking for an opening to attack the heavily armored Titan.
The Giant Ants stood watching. While none of them were that smart or thought much outside of what the colony needed, they all wished death upon the Skull Devil. The Psychocultures, still flying above, also intently looked down at the fight. Several of their own had perished already. The rest eagerly awaited the hopeful demise of the predator.
The Skullcrawler lunged at the young Methuselah's head. His jaw bit down hard on its right horn. The young creature cried out in pain, his eyes wide and fearful as he struggled to get out of the Skullcrawler's grip.
That screeching roar was heard again. However, the Skull Devil took no notice. However, by now, all of the other creatures knew what, or rather who had just arrived.
After another hard pull, the Methuselah cried out in pain as his horn was torn clean off the by the predator. The reptilian animal spits it out, leaving the broken piece on the ground.
Now more invigorated by finally having injured his prey, he roared again. However, it was cut short as something tore through his skull. The hypocarnivore had no time to think about what had attacked him. The lethal blow killed him in seconds.
The newcomer landed on the ground. It looked in disdain at the Skull Devil. He hated those predators. They are nuisances to everyone down here. They are ferocious, ravenous, and uncontrollable.
They don't respond to his calls. Only the young babies of their kind listened. The rest refused to even consider submitting. Especially the adults.
The rest of the creatures around couldn't help but look at the new arrival. They knew him all too well. While they served their queen first and foremost, the Giant Ants bowed, lowering their heads to the ground. The Psychovultures landed on the grass near him. They bowed too.
The young Methuselah, grateful to his savior, let out a thankful and happy call, before bowing too.
A triumphant and loud roar filled the air of the Underground. The creatures around him bowed.
The King of the Underground knew his role. All that followed him had their role as well.
Somewhere East of Providence, Rhode Island, United States
You need... Our help?
Quetzalcoatl nodded. Her yellow eyes her filled with hope. She needed her Alpha's aid.
San chittered in curiosity. The question was simply what the smaller flyer needed help with.
The feathered Titan paused.
Her yellow eyes briefly turned away from Ghidorah.
Ichi recognized the emotion. While some Titans didn't show as much of what they were thinking, this feathered one clearly showed it. She seemed embarrassed, for some reason.
Quetzalcoatl was afraid of what the Alpha would think. She couldn't deal with this problem herself. Every single time back in the days long past, she had asked Godzilla for help.
Just tell him... You need his help.
Her beak opened, but no sound came out. Her eyes darted to meet the gazes of all three heads.
Ni, already growing impatient, roared angrily in her face. She recoiled, stepping backward hurriedly. However, in her sudden fright and haste, she stumbled, falling onto her back.
As with so many other times, Ni was reprimanded by the center head. Ichi, annoyed more by the other head than anything else, told the flying creature to just say it already.
Alright. It's... Bees... Quetzalcoatl said it slowly, already embarrassed enough. She hated having to ask for help in dealing with those things. She just couldn't deal with them by herself. She wanted to just hide behind her colorful wings. However, she stayed where she was, looking at the center head of the Alpha.
San wanted to help. Ni preferred to have no part in this. Ichi thought about it. Honestly, he didn't care about whatever trouble this female feathered flier was going through. However, if they showed themselves as helpful and caring to their subjects, then perhaps the kinder and reluctant followers would be more willing to bow to Ghidorah if he showed kindness.
San also said it was the "right thing to do". He was always nicer and more curious than the other two heads, so Ichi expected that response from him.
We can help you. Just take us to where these... Bees, are causing you problems
Now much happier, Quetzalcoatl let out a cheerful cry. She then began to flap her wings, facing little resistance from the wind and rain. She took, flying south. Ghidorah took off after her.
Quetzal was flying much further ahead than the Golden Demise.
Then, a thought Ni had filled the minds of the other two heads.
Wait... What's a Bee?