And now we begin Chapter 3, in which the story really kicks off. Enjoy. Also some of my geography may be off here. Meh.

Godzilla is © Toho

ARRIVAL OF EVIL

The endless void stretched on into eternity, and endless distance of black twinkling with tiny spots of light. The endless darkness and beauty of space, within it hanging that blue and green sphere, a single lifeless moon standing silently between it and the brilliant light of the sun.

And then it came.

Streaking across the boundless surface of black space and twinkling stars, the long, jagged rock moved forth with uncanny speed, passing next to the blue sphere.

Until, as it passed the lifeless moon, its course suddenly changed, arcing downwards as it passed the moon, down towards the sphere. As it began to fall into the atmosphere, the meteorite began to burn, the surface of the rock cracking before heat and pressure.

Even as it passed through the atmosphere, it still burned, streaking down out of the twinkling night sky.

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Kansas, 115 miles south of Kansas City

The old farmer's voice boomed out of the farmhouse.

"That freakin' idiot!" He yelled, "God damn it, look at this!"

"Well you can't be too hard on the boy," His wife answered him, "He's only just started, y'know."

"Don't you go taking his side again, Barbara! Sometimes it feels like I'm the only man around here pulls his own weight. Hang on, I'll drive by the Wilkersons' place, see if they got a bucket."

The fat, grizzled man pushed the door open, stepping out towards the old pickup truck that sat at the edge of the field.

"Least I can count on the freaking truck," He scratched the back of his head as he started walking towards the vehicle.

As soon as he took a step, however, he felt his attention drawn up toward the sky.

There it was, bright burning orange-red, in the sky.

As he blinked, he was almost certain it grew bigger…

Yes, it was… growing not bigger, but closer, shooting toward him in a stream of fire.

"Holy Sh…"

The meteorite impacted before him, shooting down straight into the side of his truck, the vehicle exploding in a burst of flames, charred metal and chunks of Earth flying outwards as the chunk of burning rock shot clean through the pickup truck and into the ground, a cloud of burning dust and smoke hanging in the air, before the black charred licence plate fell to the ground before his feet.

"What in Hell's name?" The farmer gaped, taking a tentative step forward.

Where the pickup truck once stood, was now a burned, charred, deep hole in the ground, at least eight feet across.

But the strange thing was that, from one side to another, the crater was completely filled with some sort of liquid; off-white, slimy ooze that sat bubbling in the crater, like impure, melted silver.

The farmer stood still and blinked as the liquid ceased bubbling, remaining perfectly still.

And then, it started to flow, spreading out in every direction at once, flowing towards random spots on in the filled crater as streams of the bubbling ooze folded over each other, forming gelatinous mounds.

The farmer stepped back, as a sliver of ooze began worming its way past the edge of the crater.

"Bar!" He shouted back to the house, "Get out here, you ain't gonna believe…"

Before he could finish, he heard the dull, hissing noise behind him and felt hot, foul breath on the back of his neck.

He turned just in time to see the claws and fangs lash out.

There was a scream, then a muffled cry for help, and then a high-pitched shriek, splitting the night air, accompanied by a disgusting sucking noise as the farmer's screams faded into silence.

The door to the farmhouse opened as the farmer's wife, a portly woman with curly brown hair, looked out to see the source of her husband's terrified scream.

At what she saw, she screamed herself, standing in utter horror at the nightmare that lay before her eyes.

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The images flashed before her eyes suddenly, brightly, unexpectedly and noisily, like a thousand forgotten memories shooting into her brain.

There was the meteor, blazing down through the clouds in a stream of fire.

And then there were the creatures, so many creatures, and all so different. Others had gold skin, some green, some blue and some red, some had no skin but instead scales, fur or even stone. Some had wings covered in the most brilliant of white feathers, looking like angels with their brilliant golden skin. Others had the widest of black, scaly wings and looked like devils with the dark red of their fur. Some looked truly horrible, with claws or tentacles of fins, sometimes a mass of writhing tendrils all that she could discern of a face.

Some were humanoid, or stood upright, but there were also animals, white saurians with rows of long spikes jutting from their backs, long eels with fins that stretched out on either side, tiny green bugs with feathery wings or weightless birds with wings stretching out into the air and scaly bodies underneath layers of white fur.

But there was one thing that they all had in common.

They were all dying.

They were there, in their dying moments, crying or screaming or howling or roaring in pain as teeth and fangs dug into their flesh.

And then there were the things responsible, flying past moons of white and silver and green and black, there in the light with wings stretched out, swooping down upon their victims.

And then, there it was, breaking out of its rocky prison, ready to feed and destroy all over again. And every time it would be different.

And then there were more of those wonderful and weird and terrifying creatures, all of them falling, screaming and dying.

And then…

And then, there were no more and thens.

And then Tina shot up in bed, shaking, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her underwear-clad boy as she let the sheets fall, panting heavily into the air as he hair fell around her face.

Just a dream, She told herself, It was just a dream.

Wasn't it?

But it had seemed so real, as if she was right there, all those things dying as the monsters descended on them.

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Pacific Ocean, 800 miles South West of Hawaii

It was far beneath the surface of the rolling waves, where the breeze would rock the waters and they would froth and churn. It was down below the reach of even the sunlight, here in the darkness where the weird and wonderful creatures went to and fro.

Jellyfish, such bizarre bodies with their tentacles and stingers, squids with their long masses of tentacles pushing them through the water, tiny luminous fish and bigger fish with such strange lights hanging from the end of the protrusions on their heads.

There were so many of them, so many predators, and so many different preys.

And then, they turned as one, like a wave of flesh sweeping through the darkness as the rumbling came near.

As they moved, the massive thing moved behind them, a swing of a massive tail propelling it forward.

Godzilla had awakened again.

After this is where the story's going to deviate a bit from the original script, not just in setting but also in storyline; this is really more my idea for the script than a direct adaptation. Feel free to guess what happened with Tina, it'll be interesting to see if anyone gets it right. And no, that wasn't the Gryphon that came out of the meteor. Quite a lot will happen before the ugly beastie shows up.

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