Seems I'm on a roll the past couple of days: Chapter 6 presented for your consideration. And now, I shall portray Godzilla as I have always seen him… bad. Ass.

Godzilla is © Toho

SAN FRANCISCO

USMCF HQ, New York City

"We have units moving in," Plaqueze reported. "Evacuation's almost complete, and we have about 30 minutes to arrival. Three NT-20s and a unit of D-3s."

Jill looked coldly up at the screen as it changed to show a satellite image over the bay of San Francisco.

"We're ready," She surmised. "Come on, you scaly son of a bitch…"

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"So where did you see this thing, exactly?" Jack asked as his fingers darted across the keyboard, "There's nothing like that photo in our database… well there's something a little like it from a few years ago, but that's dead."

"This is gonna sound really stupid," Tina began, "But I saw it in a dream last night."

"You're right," Jack nodded, "That sounds stupid. But no more so than flying monsters and fire breathing lizards."

"So what does it say on that thing?"

"That there've been seven attacks, all around five states, with victims found completely drained of all bodily fluids and wounded usually in the chest area, all centred around Kansas."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"On it's own, that this is probably where it started, since that's where the first death happened. Nasty way to go. But if I remember rightly, something else happened last night…"

"Meteor," Tina nodded. "Saw it on the news right before this Godzilla stuff turned up."

"Right. And if Godzilla keeps up this rate of change in the curve of his path," He punched some information into the computer, "He'll end up right… here." The path ended just south of Kansas City.

"Holy Shit," Tina breathed. "He's coming here for this?"

"Looks like it. What a dream has to do with it, I can't say."

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San Francisco, California

The sky over San Francisco was dull and overcast, grey clouds stretching from one horizon to the next. The streets were empty, stores boarded up, and vehicles abandoned. The only sounds were those of approaching engines and commanding officers barking orders.

M-1 Abrams tanks, MRLS missile launchers, and launchers for D-3 missiles rolled through the streets towards the bay, as above them, the screams of jet engines shook the air as a line of six F-18s arced towards the bay, backed by a pair of Harrier jets. Even personnel carriers dispatched soldiers armed with STINGER missile launchers and bazookas.

Lastly, there were three very different trucks, huge top sections opening to reveal blindingly dazzling mirrors of artificial diamond that folded out to a width of 50 feet.

Finally, they waited on the shoreline, a wall of sophisticated slaughter, merely one low building between them and the approaching leviathan.

The bay remained still for a tense, achingly slow moment. Then another… and another…

The water finally shifted as the massive shape rose up, the sea bulging before cascading down in walls of foam, a living mountain of scales and spines erupting from the sea.

The back of Godzilla's head rose first, the water pouring off as the saurian head and massive spinal plates rose up behind it, a lean, muscular form following suit with claws that dangled in the air, finally the tops of his thighs emerging as he stood up in the shallow water of the bay.

Even the most disciplined soldiers craned their necks up in amazement at the sheer size of the beast, before Godzilla pulled back his head and let loose a thunderous roar.

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USMCF HQ

"It's him," Jill breathed, seeing Godzilla first-hand for the first time n her life. "Finally…"

"Orders, Major?" Someone shouted.

Jill inhaled once, her eyes becoming cold, distant and determined.

"Open fire."

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San Francisco

"D-3s, fire!"

The launchers spewed the missiles forth on streams of burning smoke, shooting forward to strike Godzilla as soon as his foot struck the shore. As soon as they impacted, their drills started up as mechanical clamps fixed to the scales on either side, engines flaring to life as they dug into the gaps between Godzilla's scales.

In a series of explosions, the missiles ignited in massive fireballs, Godzilla howling furiously as the blasts covered the upper part of his body.

"All units, open fire!"

Hails of missiles and tank shells shot forward, colliding with literally explosive force, filling the air before them with fire and smoke over Godzilla's furious roars.

Missiles detached from the wings of the F-18s, flaring up and shooting forwards and down to add to the barrage, shooting in streams into the mass of explosions.

And through it all, Godzilla lunged forward, shrugging off every blow as the building before him splintered, steel, brick and mortar crumbling before the force of the monster's movement. As dust and debris flew up into the air, the front of the building crumbled, and still nothing could be seen through the clouds of explosions.

…Until the entire mass of fire and smoke evaporated in a wave of brilliant blue flame, a stream of atomic fire forcing everything to the side as it shot forth into the wall of machines in front of it.

Everything in the path of the blast ignited, man and machine alike, what few payloads remained exploding as Godzilla turned, arcing the stream of fire to the side and consuming everything in its path.

The searing blast struck the NT-20 mirrors, raw energy and power surging into the mirrors that, by the hopes of brilliant men, should repel the blast.

The NT-20 units exploded just as quickly, metal and debris flying out in all directions as the blast continued its sweep.

By the time the blast stopped, nothing remained of the once-mighty fighting force but an arc of burned metal, fire and rising smoke.

"Dear God," One of the pilots gasped, "He just…"

As one of the craft swooped behind him, Godzilla lashed his tail upwards, smashing clear through the craft in another fireball.

Turning his gaze upwards, Godzilla inhaled again, air convulsing and igniting around his mouth as the wave of energy shot up his back. The blast shot forth, shooting up to collide with another jet as it burst into flame. Godzilla turned his head once again, shooting into two more jets as they instantly exploded.

Some crashed to the ground, one made it all the way to the bay, but the third was sent veering away by the force of the blast, slamming into the side of a building in another explosion glass windows shattering and metal grating and folding before the impact as debris rained down into the street.

Godzilla had no idea what he had destroyed; these things, to him, were just annoying, flying creatures. Flying enemies.

Enemies to be destroyed.

Swiping out with another claw, he smashed through another jet in a fiery blast. As another passed overhead, be briefly crouched down before leaping up, catching the craft between his jaws.

"Pull away from him!" One of the two remaining pilots- one F-18 and one Harrier- shouted, "Circle around and…"

Godzilla leapt forward, slammed into the ground with earth-shattering force, then hunched down and bounded up again, catching the jet in his fangs.

Such weak opponents these. But they were not the reason he was here. They were mere obstacles. Nevertheless, he had been threatened. And he would not back down.

Swinging his tail round, Godzilla struck the last jet, sending it flying downwards into a row of small buildings, exploding on impact as the surrounding structure crumbled.

Standing to his full height, Godzilla let out another deafening roar of victory.

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USMCF HQ

"They're dead," someone said meekly, "Lord have mercy…"

"All of that…" Jill shook.

"I know," Plaqueze shook his head.

"All of that, and… he survived that much…"

"I know."

"It didn't even hurt him."

"We need a course of action," Plaqueze reminded her. "That thing's still…"

All eyes suddenly turned back to the view screen at the sound of a crumbling, shaking sound.

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San Francisco

Godzilla hunched low, near to the ground, swiping at the ground with his claws as a cloud of dust and debris rose up, swiping at the earth and clearing it away before him as he pushed himself downwards, headfirst, simply swiping aside any material in his path.

The cloud of dust parted, revealing the deep, gaping tunnel into the ground.

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USMCF HQ

"Burrowing," Plaqueze shouted, "He can burrow! Why the hell didn't we know he could do that?"

"He just came up to attack them," Jill realised. "Son of a…"

Jill's cell phone suddenly rang in her pocket. Seething Jill pulled it out and pressed the 'answer' key.

"What?" She shouted into it.

"Mom," Tina's voice sounded from the other end of the line, speaking quickly so her mother wouldn't hang up right away, "I don't know if this is a bad time, but we think we've got something about Godzilla…"

Hmm, another fairly long chapter. Well, a quick break from city-stomping action is required now, as next chapter we're introduced to a new, important, and somewhat different character, after which we'll find out just what came out of the meteor, and the truth behind Tina's dream, which may be a little bit surprising. After that, though, it's back to Godzilla doing what he does best (though not until about Chapter 10, sadly. Lots to get through).

All Reviews Welcome.