A/N: Hello to all and I'd like to welcome you to the first part of the two part ending story of Phase 1 of my Custom Monsterverse, it has came a long way and I've thoroughly enjoyed spilling my ideas and creativity onto this platform! As a warning though, parts of this story will feel somber and sad. This story will not be a gloom and doom tragedy all the way through though, but it will feel like a fitting and epic ending to the first phase, now I'm not going to spoil anything other than that. I've been waiting to write these closing stories for the end of phase 1 ever since I wrote Monsterverse: Blood Feud which was a while back as of now!
I hope you all enjoy this story and the one coming after this one as a finale to this first phase of my Custom Monsterverse, feel free to leave a review on how you liked the chapter or the story so far, or some criticism if any is needed. It helps me grow as a user on this site and helps me get better! Without further ado, let's get started!
(AI: Anarchy Intelligence)
(Prologue)
Riley Marlow woke up in a strange location, he was sitting in some sort of hallway. The walls were made of stone and were lit up by torches placed in special cages to hold them that were attached to the walls. He could hear hoots and screaming close by, when he looked down, he discovered that his wrists were shackled up and his shirt had been removed, the only thing remaining were his shoes and pants, everyday clothing.
"Wh-what is happening?" He thought to himself as he looked to his right to see a gate made out of obsidian, beyond these gates appeared to be some kind of arena of sorts. It was very ancient in design, more akin to a amphitheater than a modern day arena.
"Get up, it is your time." A deep, gravely voice growled from his left. Marlow turned to see that it was another one of them sagoths, dressed in primitive looking armor and holding one of those spears in which had the unknown material for the tip of it.
The gate was opened as the sagoth guard cracked open Riley Marlow's shackles. His eyes went wide as he seen who his opponent was going to be, none other than Ren Serizawa.
"You've gotta be shitting me.."
A devious grin spread across the lips of Ren, both wondered how they survived.
"Riley Marlow, I've been waiting for this moment. This has been my true calling, to serve with the sagoths and the mighty mahar overlords!" Ren said with a fit of cackling laughter, he no longer wore Red Bamboo armor, but primitive armor gifted to him by the sagoths, the only thing he kept was his notable eyepatch with the Red Bamboo logo on it.
"What have you done!?" Riley screamed as he looked around, several sagoths were in the stands cheering for Ren and hooting like a bunch of wild animals. This arena seemed to be situated within a cave somewhere. Had to be within the hollow earth..
"I've done nothing, this has been my ancient destiny, I'm the one who shall bring destruction to you titan sympathizers and the sagoths shall walk the Earth once more! Our own Godzilla is coming, one made out of a metallic material that none of you earthling dogs can destroy!" Ren screamed with more laughter coming out of his mouth, pointing his dual swords over to Marlow.
"You're of this planet too, idiot!" Riley Marlow screamed furiously, charging at Ren only to have one of the swords puncture right through his stomach. Blood began to pour out of his mouth as he collapsed to his knees, his vision going blurry as well as his hearing.
"Yes, but my allegiances lay with the sagoths.." Ren growled as he took the other blade, slicing off Riley's head from the body as blood sprinkled out of the stump in which the head once remained much to the approval of the roaring crowd of sagoths...
(Chapter 1: Ford Brody's deteriorating power)
Ford Brody sat on the bed, shirtless and with his everyday clothing on, blue jeans and brown timberland shoes. His eyes locked on the television as the first pitch was thrown during an Atlanta Braves game, Sam Brody happened to be just waking up after a long night's rest.
A year had passed since Godzilla's brutal battle against The Gryphon, he was nowhere to be found. His spines had been completely shattered, his radiation falling off the radar as he plunged into deeper depths in hopes of gaining new and more powerful dorsal spines. The bigger they are, the more power his atomic blasts will have.
Ever since Elle Brody's funeral, Ford hadn't been the same strong willed general he was. Perhaps it was his old sentimental age approaching him, he was close to fifty around this point or within his late forties.
Ford Brody and his son, Sam, had been living in Florida. The two wanting nothing to do with North Dakota following the probe bat invasion of last year, while the Skull Squadron and Outpost 54 celebrated Vergil's bravery for a recruit, Ford and Sam had left back to North Dakota to arrange the funeral and memorial service.
The general had resorted to drinking, to drown his sorrows while his poor son sat and watched his father's deteriorating self both mentally and physically. He did not look like his younger self from 2014.
Sam happened to have a case of the early morning shits, so he headed into the restroom with his phone while his father rested on the bed and watched the Braves game. Due to the overwhelming amount of corpses and missing people thanks to the probe bat invasion, Ford and Sam would have to settle at an old and run down motel that looked barely functional. One would mistake it for a crack den and not a motel.
As Sam sat on the toilet, he received a message from his girlfriend, Destanee. As it turns out, she was having a nice vacation at Savannah, Georgia. Sam felt happy that she was doing well, she was his light, in these dark times of his father slowly becoming more of an alcoholic, she gave him hope and something to smile for.
Ford finished drinking his 2nd bottle of whiskey and reached down in search of a third one, only to realize that he had finished yet another case of alcoholic drinks. The general let out an annoyed grumble, agitated that he would have to go to the local gas station and buy yet another case of whiskey. The gas station was just within walking distance from the old motel, but Ford chose to drive.
Sam groaned as he heard his father get up from the bed and headed out of the door to walk out to the car and drive a little ways up the road from the motel, growing increasingly annoyed the more his father left. The young man knew that his father was sad and devastated over the loss of his wife and the mother of his son, but becoming an alcoholic was not the right path. Sam was distressed as well, even depressed, but he never touched a cigarette nor a drink.
At Outpost 54, Alan Haas was speaking with Laura Belinsky about Ford Brody with one of the other troops standing around, and relaxing. The thing about this trooper was, it was Mercutio from the Earth's Rightful Rulers. He had invaded Outpost 54 and the GDF base time and time again while avoiding the people who would obviously recognize him by his face.
Unfortunately for Monarch and any party affiliated with the organization, none would recognize Mercutio now unless they looked at his face carefully. He had grown long hair now that went down to his shoulders, he had also shaved off his mustache and goatee. He also had an Italian accent to his voice, another way in which only Alan Haas would recognize since there was a few Italian personnel at Outpost 54, even more at the European outposts and facilities.
"Ford hasn't sent me any message or emails ever since the day we celebrated Vergil's bravery and a successful defense of Earth, that was last year. What are we to do without a strong general?" Laura asked, she had been growing ever more impatient for Ford thanks to his absence.
"I've got contacts with Sam Brody, his son. He's been telling me that Ford has really let go of himself and has basically severed all ties with Monarch, he's shredded all the paperwork and has got what he calls a dad bod. They're spending time at a motel in Florida." Alan informed, Laura sighed and had her hands on her hips.
"Damn, it seems like we need to find a new general or something soon. What if something bad happens and we are without a general? We're screwed, that's what!" She exclaimed, much to Mercutio's amusement.
Laura stormed down the hall, furious at how her longtime general had severed all the ties he had to Monarch, at least it is the way Ford seen it by shredding all of the paperwork.
"So our general's far gone?" Mercutio asked sarcastically, but he seemed to come off as more of an asshole, this immediately caught Alan Hass' attention. The masked colonel turned to see the long haired soldier leaning against the wall at the end of the small hallway.
"You sound familiar.." Haas said as he approached Mercutio, looking at his facial features.
"You sound familiar too, too bad that I cannot see your face. Must have been pretty mangled up for you to hide it for so long.." Mercutio answered with an evil chuckle, pulling out a badge to reveal he was indeed with the ERR and not the G-Team.
"Son of a bitch..." Alan Haas thought to himself as Mercutio launched himself into the colonel, wrapping an arm around his neck and attempting to take him down.
The instincts of Alan Haas kicked in and he allowed himself to fall down, shooting his legs up and into the body of the intruder, hurling him over his head for a monkey flip. Mercutio landed on his feet but was quickly kicked back to the ground on all fours by Alan Haas, who had spun around and shot him into the back of Merc's knee.
Alan Haas was quick to clamber up to his feet, hurling himself on the back of his enemy and locking his arms around the throat. Mercutio gagged and tried to get back up but Haas was fast and wrapped his legs around the body in the triangle style, as Mercutio had gotten back to his feet, Alan Haas had a great grip and jerked back on his chokehold, bringing the two back down to the floor with a light bang in which caught Laura's attention.
Laura looked around the corner to see the two rivals wrestling around on the floor, trying to get into a better position than the two. Since Laura was higher in command over Alan in the squadron, she immediately scolded the two from afar.
"Boys, this isn't sparring time, cut it out!" Laura called out, but the two didn't listen.
Alan looked down and noticed the Earth's Rightful Rulers badge near Mercutio's legs, he gave it a kick and sent the badge sliding across the floor next to Laura's boots. Her eyes widened and she now realized that an intruder was within Outpost 54, and they had no clue how long he stayed with them undetected.
Laura darted down the hall to help out Alan Haas, while Haas had Mercutio in the chokehold, Laura jumped and drilled both of her boots in the face of the Italian colonel of the ERR, knocking him out cold!
"This bastard was listening in on us talking.." Haas explained, Laura was now concerned as she looked down at the transceiver of Mercutio. Wondering how much information had been given to Mercutio for the amount of time he had been to both Outpost 54 and the GDF Base up in Boston..
At the Earth's Rightful Rulers HQ within Alaska, Alan Jonah and Floyd Sanders were having a discussion on what to do in terms of dealing with Monarch and the G-Team.
"Two monsters last year, no, three. Three monsters stood up to Godzilla, and they all failed miserably.." Floyd groaned with a roll of his eyes, wondering just what could stand in the way of the Big G.
"He certainly lives up to his name, the word "God" is in it. He definitely is living up to the moniker as being an old god to the ancient peoples of long ago. Godzilla has fallen off the radar, Mercutio has been telling me everything for a good few years during his time infiltrating the flagship facilities. His radiation signals and everything else has vanished, his tracking must have been disabled if he gets too far away or too deep in the depths." Jonah said, wondering what his men and one woman would do against Monarch this year.
"Sir, we haven't done a single thing in years. It has been the Red Bamboo or hollow earth creatures attacking Monarch, it gets tiring training Alison everyday.." Floyd groaned, Alison chuckled from within her room.
"I heard that!" She joked, having gotten completely used to living with the Earth's Rightful Rulers, who was once a teenage girl against this evil and corrupted organization, had been filled with arrogance. The aura of Mothra had completely left her..
Ever since the Shobijin twins passed away, including their mothers, Mothra had passed the mantle onto Alison Ford. Now that the full grown woman in her early twenties had completely left her good ways behind, Mothra felt she was no longer fit to be the new Shobijin.
"I've received word of where Ford Brody has been located, he lives in Florida with his son. Let's check in on Mercutio to see if he has any other information.." Jonah said with an evil snicker as he looked up the tracker of Mercutio, only to discover that it had been disabled!
"Impossible!" The old englishman screamed furiously, slamming his fist onto the table before him. Alison and Floyd had concerned looks on their faces, worried on what had happened.
"What's wrong, sir?" Asked Alison with a raise of her eyebrow.
"His tracking device has been disabled, he's been caught.."
Back at Florida, Sam Brody had finished having a texting conversation with his girlfriend. Ford was still gone, causing Sam to look out the door and down the road to try and see his father's car coming down the road.
Ever since Ford began drinking excessively, he was known to get into a few fights and start trouble. Sam was over it, and since his father was at the local gas station getting ready to buy a few more cases of whiskey, anything could happen.
Sam walked over to the bed and grabbed a pistol out from the nightstand, putting on his everyday clothing other than pajamas. Leaving the motel, jogging up the road towards the gas station to see if his father was getting in any commotion.
As he jogged along the sidewalk, he noticed two motorcycles zooming down the road at a high speed. Slowing down upon reaching the gas station, for some reason, Sam had a bad feeling about this, and he began to jog faster.
Ford was within one of the aisles in search of another case of his favorite brand of drink, searching around with his eyes but his vision was slightly swimming due to having a good few drinks earlier that day. As he reached up at a shelf, he accidentally shoved a glass bottle of coke from the shelf, it flew down to the floor and shattered into multiple shards of glass, spilling the dark liquid all over the floor.
The cashier groaned in annoyance and headed to the back of the store to find a mop in order to clean up the mess Ford had made, the general grumbled lowly and then chuckled, finding the agitated cashier funny.
"Eh, shut up.." Ford muttered as he cashier entered the backroom, he happened to hear Ford's smartass words.
"What was that!?" The cashier shouted out loud from the back, raising his voice for Ford to hear him.
"I said shut up!" Ford screamed, pulling down the case of whiskey. This caused the cashier to drop the mop and rush down the aisle in which he could hear Ford from, not knowing of his past job as a general.
Although Ford was an alcoholic, it didn't mean he could still fight with everything he had. He took the case and brutally bashed it over the cashier's head, whiskey spilling all over both of the men. Suddenly two loud motorcycles pulled up, two men barged into the store.
"Give me the mone.." One of the men went to scream, only to discover that the cashier wasn't there. The other man took his pistol and fired upwards, trying to get a reaction. Ford reacted by hiding behind the corner of an aisle.
Ford had no weapon on him and with both criminals holding firearms, he was at a disadvantage. The criminal in who had spoken up looked around the corner to see the downed cashier and a broken glass all over the place. A few bottles of whiskey rolling on the floor with a dark liquid and another lighter colored liquid on the floor next to him.
"What the hell happened here?" The other criminal asked, the apparent leader seen the downed cashier as well. The 2nd in command of this duo approached the downed cashier and then looked around, heading around the corner only to get nailed by a solid punch to the face, knocking the criminal down to the ground. Ford immediately zipped behind the aisle as the downed robber fired at him but missed.
The 1st in command of the duo ran towards where he heard Ford run to, only to get tackled against the counter hard, causing him to exhale loudly. The sheer force knocking the pistol out of his hands, Ford kicked the pistol away with the heel of his shoe.
Ford reeled back and decked the criminal with an uppercut before darting away again, a shot was heard, the other criminal had fired and luckily on his part, missed his leader in command. The old former general looked back to see his son darting towards the double doors.
Ford got down and Sam burst through, firing right at the criminal, nailing him in the head, and killing him instantly.
The cashier started to get up and tried to lunge at the criminal, grabbing hold of his boots only to be shot in the head, now the cashier was dead! Sam patiently waited for the 2nd criminal to show up and he fired as soon as he seen a man dressed in all black emerged. Another headshot kill from Sam!
There was three dead people within the gas station, Ford and Sam Brody were the only ones in it alive. If police arrived, there was a great chance that both would be arrested without knowing the full story.
"Son, what the fuck are you doing!?" Ford screamed furiously, Sam was angered by his father's rage towards him.
"I saved your ass, that is what the fuck I did!" Sam answered, aggressively shouting back at his father.
"We need to get out of here, let's get in the truck right now.." Ford said in a low but angered voice tone. The two of them leaving the store quickly and hurrying down the road before any other person could enter the service station.
Meanwhile at the HQ for the Earth's Rightful Rulers, Alan Jonah sat in his chair, unhappy about the things that were going on for his company. They hadn't made any significant progress in their missions, they hadn't made anything seriously damaging to Monarch ever since the year when Battra and the Gigamoth arrived on Earth, when they successfully killed off the Shobijin twins and their mothers, including the father of Alison Ford, in an effort to rope her into their organization in which worked perfectly over the course of time.
The only other organization that had dealt significant blows to Monarch was the Red Bamboo, but even they failed in their mission to overwhelm Outpost 04, in which was known as the Inner Sanctum. It seemed that Monarch and parties affiliated with it was starting to gain the upper hand in this war of control of the titans.
"We haven't done anything in so long, sir. We need to do something!" Floyd screamed at Alan Jonah, who himself was starting to be a bit impatient.
"We need to land something big, for the first time, I don't want to target any titans or utilize any titans...I want to kill Ford Brody and leave the Skull Squadron without a leader. Watch them fall apart, and then we'll crush them when there is nothing left to offer." Alan Jonah explained with a sigh trailing at the end of his sentence.
"Great idea, but the thing is, we don't know where Ford Brody is specifically. The only information we got is that he is somewhere in Florida, we've got no other details other than he's gained some weight due to not being with the G-Team.." Alison answered to Alan Jonah's plan, the old bastard chuckled a bit.
"That's precisely what bothers me about that plan, we have no other information.."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came in on Alan Jonah's transceiver. It was Ren Serizawa's..
The three head figures of the Earth's Rightful Rulers could've sworn that they heard of Ren's death along with Riley Marlow last year..
"Alan Jonah, I've got some good news for you. I'm alive and well.." Ren said with a slight laugh.
"How, how is this possible?" Alison asked, her voice sounded shocked.
"A flying creature known as the mahar saved me and Riley Marlow from sure death from falling, they carried us back down to the ground and I was able to kill Riley in a gladiator arena looking thing, I done this about a year ago. Now I am chief of the sagoths and the 2nd in command of the empire of Pellucidar." Ren explained.
"Pellucidar?" Alan Jonah asked, never hearing of that name.
"Yes, one of the biggest empires within the hollow earth, it is still alive and running today, even after hundreds of thousands of years. We've been able to reach contact with aliens outside of this solar system, a doppelganger of Godzilla is on the way.."
The control room of the ERR went dead silent..
"Another Godzilla exists on another planet?" Alison asked.
"Yes, a MechaGodzilla.."
The room stayed quiet, everyone within the room looked at each other. Alan Jonah and Alison Ford looked shocked and silent while Floyd Sanders seemed to have a sinister grin on his face in which turned into a snicker.
"How does this work?" Jonah asked, wondering how in the world aliens would work MechaGodzilla.
"It is controlled via artificial intelligence, we give it a command to destroy this planet, crush every living thing, especially the humans. Wipe out their cities and to destroy any titan that gets in the way. After the command, it controls itself under the command."
"10-4, over and out." Alan Jonah said before turning off the transceiver.
"Holy shit." Alison said quietly.
"It seems that we won't even have to kill Ford Brody ourselves, this MechaGodzilla can do the work for us."