Chapter Thirteen
From his chair Secretary General Santos, he looked over the heads of Aso, Goodhue and Hayashida and saw the image on the mammoth screen but saw neither monster. Seeing the image change from a moving picture of the remaining towers of the financial district to red and hellish firestorm that had once been Central Park, he was getting worried. He knew that Aso had already placed UN Forces on red alert and had told the field officers to strike if necessary and he knew that if Godzilla didn't win son that that time might well be soon. Slamming his fist on the hand rest. He yelled, "Well what are you all waiting for? Get more camera drones looking for those monsters!"
Looking to the man seated behind him, Aso chafed and said, "Right away, sir." After repeating those orders to his men, scores of the flying eyes in the sky all concentrated on the last sightings of the two kaiju: the waters around Astoria, Queens, for Godzilla and the Manhattan side of Queensboro bridge for Ghidorah. As the flying eyes sped across the flaming rubble of the evil one, they men saw the UN Building on the screen and saw the hover jet propelled box sized camera drones take pictures of another each other, so many swarmed into the area. Soon enough the machines found the prostrate King Ghidorah and flew in a holding pattern over his prostrate body. However, that was when the evil one rose to his hind legs and shone gold even as his eyes gleamed blood red.
With broken legs and bloody wings screamed his evil cry and destroyed many of the flying cameras with a scatter shot of Crimson Lightning, leaving the UN people to gasp as the screen turned to static. The people watching this around the world felt their stomach turn in knots as they saw this and felt that something bad was going to happen. They knew it when Connie reported to them that Godzilla whom she saw coming out of the waters of the Manhattan bank of the West Channel pause as he saw the three-headed monster within spitting distance of him.
Even so he fired a Red Spiral Ray as Ghidorah fired a Triple Beam, the two locking against each other as each vied for dominance. The locked rays increased in fury as pulse after pulse of energy shot out but it ended when the demon's beam burst through in an explosion that sent Godzilla staggering backwards. The King of the Monsters saw the power that the evil one was bringing to bare and couldn't believe it. All over the three-headed monster's body, wounds were reopening and welts grew uglier; underneath the death sphere, Ghidorah was killing himself using that much power! He'd die!
The devil's hammer knew that and cocked his three heads; then they'd both die! Proving that, he increased the assault and charged, shooting fireballs to make his enemy fall. Feeling his skin blister and peel as the pounding continued, saurian retaliated and leapt towards the enemy and dealt a bone crushing kick to the right neck. His charge stopped and in pain, the demon fell back and felt his spine nearly snapped but he was dead to the pain and his outer necks shot forwards to head but Godzilla even as his middle neck slammed its fangs on the dinosaur's throat.
In the back of his mind, even as he was fighting with every ounce of strength, Godzilla realized something: King Ghidorah had finally gone insane. With wounds opening on the demon's body by their own accord, it was plain that the Prince of Skyllans was willing to commit suicide just to settle a petty grudge. As his black and swollen eyes narrowed, Godzilla steeled himself to the fact that this now meant that he would not only be fighting for Earth but also for his very life.
In the UN bunker which seemed to be trembling, people were trying to get the remaining camera drones to the battle sight and stay on top of things, but it was hard going. Infuriated that the ultimate battle was being waged less than a mile from them and that they were essentially blind, Santos was caught unprepared when a communications man shot up from his station and said, "Mr. Santos, your son has reported in from beneath Central Park! He said that the two monsters are passing directly over us!"
"What!" Santos got up from his seat as plaster began falling from the twenty foot high ceiling and the lights began sputtering on and off. Having spoken of the devil, the trembling that had been felt earlier began to grow tremendously and until the whole base shook as in a 9.0 earthquake. Steeling themselves against rising fear, the people frantically braced themselves but they began falling to the ground and their computer terminals began faltering as the two monsters waged war above them. Soon enough however, the computers were back on line and the camera drone coordinator had the big screen showing the scene again. However, it was not an image that any of them, especially Santos, liked.
As for the hideous beasts, they were fighting in front of the black, towering Secretariat Building even as General Assembly and the Hammerskjold Library to the left and right were stamped flat by feet and tails. After an especially fierce kick, Godzilla landed on his side, his mammoth head crashing down and making an earthquake, mere feet from the tiny flags of the member nations and sending the toothpick like flagpoles flying. The immense pain from all his bruises and hideous wounds making his enemy pause for a second, King Ghidorah had time to erect a shield around himself and the Atomic Ray glanced off and struck black Secretariat, making it fall straight on the Conference Building and the rubble into East River.
In the UN Bunker beneath this, Secretary General Santos got up from his chair and raised his fist to the image of Ghidorah on the screen. "Damn you ugly monster, that was my capitol building!"
Oblivious to the man's curses, the two monsters continued their fight. To alter his strategy and confuse the mad monster, Godzilla tore a large house from its foundations and threw it with all his might. Shielding himself with his wings and bracing himself with feet and tails, King Ghidorah took the blow and ignored the raw, peeling flesh that hung in tatters. Red eyes gleaming and tattered flesh growing necrotic, he returned the strike with a vicious Gravity Beam; unable to dodge, Godzilla lowered his head and raised his arms to block the pain.
But he felt no pain. There was no hideous increase in weight and no explosion of flesh, there was nothing of the sort, only a odd weightless feeling. Not letting his guard down, the last of the Supersaurs, opened his eyes and looked about to see that he was in the air again! Using reverse polarity Gravity Beams from his outer heads, King Ghidorah had levitated the monster, leaving him helpless; he had also quite cleverly used his middle head's beam to clamp Godzilla's jaw shut.
On seeing that, Commander Aso clenched his fist and yelled into the microphone. "This is it so c'mon, what are you waiting for!"
So possessed by hate that he preferred to die than let his enemy live, the villain used his powers to throw the hero high into the air and with that made his torn and bleeding wings crackling with electricity to charge and to fire. All of a sudden, a relentless barrage of particle beams, missiles, and bullets rained down on him; with concentration lost, he dropped Godzilla. With the reversed Gravity Beams gone, Godzilla crashed down to the broken rubble and made the island shake; it was a time before he got up. On his back and with his spines bent, his chest heaved and his bloody mouth gasped for breath but he heard explosions and the wretched scream of sin incarnate. With broken bones and bruises and welts, he forced himself through the pain and saw it but couldn't believe it.
The Gryphon and a swarm of attacking laser jets were continuously raining hell on King Ghidorah as they rocketed towards him from all directions. Then a mere thirty feet away from the demon and before he could short circuit their electronics, they executed an impossible Blue Angels 90º turn directly upwards. Not letting up for the second he'd need to get on his feet, fighter planes shot over New York City and launched missile after missile against the demon. Just as he was crouching to leap into the air and destroy his attackers on their own ground, he felt armor piercing depleted uranium tipped missiles hit his legs. He would normally have been able to withstand such an attack but in his weakened state, the flesh was blasted from his body. On falling to his back on the ground, three heads snaked this way and that and saw that an armada of destroyers and battleships was surrounding the island… and that a barrage of missiles shot from those were arcing straight down at him!
Watching the weapons the humans rained down against his enemy strike their target, Godzilla was dumbstruck as if asking himself, they were helping him?
As missile after missile was slammed down at him like punch after punch, tanks and maser tanks rumbled out from across the remaining bridges and through new tunnels that Land MOGUERA had drilled into the soil to shoot with everything they had. Not only that but gigantic super tank Land MOGUERA was leading the charge with lasers blazing! In the cockpit, Santos told all tank crews, "C'mon we have to keep King Ghidorah busy until Godzilla gets back on his feet!"
Following their commander's orders even though their own vehicles were pathetically dwarfed, they intensified their fire even further. With a cover fire of shells, laser beams, and machine gun bullets shielding them, the fury of the attack grew even greater when Santos and crew engaged their vehicle's rocket boosters and forward drill. Dodging rubble mountains on their tanks treads, they races forwards until the spinning drill hit the target's legs. Though left with bloody ears at the King Ghidorah's cries, Captain Santos called the dance, having Fuji make the burning tank treads go with everything they had even as he had Glen make the shaking drill spin for all it was worth thus sending bloody acid chunks from the squealing target everywhere.
Santos kept it up even as the cockpit was showered with sparks but it wasn't enough as King Ghidorah stomped his feet atop the tank and held it tight and tore his other foot away. Driven to lunacy and madness, he felt the agony and whipped his head forwards throwing fireballs at random. Some tank crews were stunned by this and were made to stop; knowing he would have his vengeance, the three-headed monster shone gold and raised his good leg to crush the tank like a tin can. That was when a black fist sent him stumbling back across the flaming rubble.
Back on his broken feet, the bloodied Godzilla struck with all his strength at the enemy that towered over him with claw strike after claw strike. Lunging forward with a tearing bite even as he followed it up with a right hook so strong to the demon's stomach that it was lifted fifty feet from the broken asphalt, Godzilla looked away to the humans. Roaring at them, he motioned with his head to get away; when they wouldn't move he roared louder rammed Ghidorah with a tackle.
Watching the King of the Monsters, the humans in the tanks and other vehicles were unmoving in confusion. They were dumbstruck as they asked themselves, "He's helping us?"
Not wanting to lose the saurian's offer, the tank men accepted that their mission was done and rumbled off even as the planes flew away. They had stood at his side, and for that Godzilla wouldn't let them die, not them or anybody else on their planet! Surrounded by a sea of fire and battling his arch-enemy amidst mountains of broken rubble, Godzilla struck. Seemingly on the defensive, King Ghidorah leapt to the side and to the back; however, it was merely to get room for a most heinous attack.
Stretching his mammoth, bat-like wings to the fullest, he beat them forwards, sending a hurricane blast at Godzilla. With gale force winds threatening to knock him back, the King of the Monsters was staggered and had to use his tail to keep up; as the winds sent ton after ton of rubble crashing against him it became even harder. Having anchored himself with increased gravity, the three-headed monster beat harder, his wings raising clouds and clouds of dust. With the cover up, he initiated his real attack.
Surrounded by a swirling, blindingly thick cloud of dust and hearing a strange whistling sound, Godzilla; coated with a dry, thick layer of grime; braced himself for anything. He then felt a sudden stabbing, lancing, pain tear through his shoulder, leaving him to roar his pain and fury and Miki grit her teeth and clutched a shoulder that bled without a wound. The King of the Monsters looked to his right shoulder and saw a bloody, gore dripping hole in which splinters of bone showed and that went all the way through; his entire upper arm and shoulder was stained red. Built as strongly as he was, he could still use his arm—despite the burning agony—but as he raised his head to look around, he could only ask what happened.
As the dust began to clear, he could see what happened. There was King Ghidorah standing on broken asphalt and from his three heads that moved serpentine like those of the Hydra there came lightning like beams that pulsed ever so slowly. Those Gravity Beams were of a reversed polarity so that they levitated an object rather than make it explode under an augmented weight and the things levitated were the steel girders. Scores of them, perhaps hundreds of them they were had once held up the scores of now fallen skyscrapers like the bones of a metallic skeletons, were levitated around King Ghidorah like an iron halo. Knowing what was to happen, Godzilla launched a first strike with a Red Spiral Ray but the wicked one had foreseen this and had already raised a protective shield so that the Ray merely glanced off. With that, King Ghidorah sent his weapons forwards.
Scores and scores of steel girders shot like bullets from a Minigun and they cut and tore endlessly through their target, more and more through shoulder and chest and belly and throat. If his mind were capable of it, Godzilla might have gone on to pity his simian arch-rival for now having some idea of what it was like to be machine gunned to death—and in the same city—but with the blood red screaming agony, he couldn't think of anything at all. With each one making a sick splat as it pierced his flesh, his body was torn to bloody ribbons as the steel kept shooting through him, faster and fiercer, scores at a time. As the sadistic attack continued, enormous gory holes revealing ruptured organs and shattered bones kept growing bigger and more numerous by the second. Every inch of his body bloody, the King of the Monsters screamed in agony at pain then grit his teeth unfelt since the Oxygen Destroyer and futilely raised arms that were quickly scraped to the bone in defense.
The millions of frightened, cowering people watching this on the news couldn't believe it. Godzilla was supposed to be their hero, their chosen one… he was the savior, he couldn't lose! Everywhere, people were saying, get up Godzilla, don't give up! They were not the only ones; once again planes and tanks came in to save their comrade in arms though this time not so much out of necessity. It was because they, Captain Santos and Fujimori and the rest, had come to call he who shed his blood alongside him brother. To save their brother they fired missiles, bullets, shells, laser guns, and everything they had, leaving the injured demon whose skin hung in tatters a column of fire. This time, however, King Ghidorah was ready.
Not relenting in his assault of the enemy as his outer heads rained iron death and mad with hate, the three-headed monster spared his middle head to turn around. Fueled by his rage, he spat out his Gravity beams even as he strained his aching wings to shoot Crimson Lightning. Soon enough plane and tank and ship by the dozen exploded and their crews killed; Godzilla saw this and screamed in fury that his comrades in arms were dying. Regardless, their suicidal attack continued even as the Gryphon crashed in the Bronx and as Land MOGUERA was damaged beyond repair and was sent flying through the air and landed on its side like a child's toy, until it was made clear that their efforts to help the King of the Monsters was too little, too late.
With the insects dead, the King of Terror resumed his steel beam attack, making girder after girder shoot though their target. It kept going and going until a being of weaker will would have felt the agony to be a hellish eternity but Godzilla grit his teeth until his gums bled from his double row of fangs. Even at full strength and with his healing power it would have been torture but in his weakened state and without healing, it was sheer murder. Steel girders by the dozens were breaking through him and they kept growing worse until the attack was broken off when three fireballs struck the last of the Supersaurs at once. Trembling and on his last legs, the crippled and eviscerated Godzilla used his last drop of strength to brace himself on the smoking, ruined broken bottom half of a tall building.
After vomiting blood and frothing at the mouth, the black saurian placed his trembling hand to a heaving chest that had been gruesomely torn open all the way to the bone and he brought the hand to his face. When he looked to it was completely coated in sick, slimy crimson, ground, pulpy meat oozing from ragged tattered holes all over his body. And not only was his entire body from his throat to his waist was stained with blood, but his chest and belly were covered with burns and blisters where the fireballs had struck. Leaning against the broken building and fighting just to stay conscious, Godzilla looked himself over and brought his bloody, gore dripping hand and began trembling as if to ask himself, what was it that kept him fighting? Why couldn't he stop?
Looking back and forth between a camera that shook ever so lightly due to its cameraman and to the horrific scene at hand, a frightened Connie Matsu reported this with a trembling voice. Off camera, however, Kyle Martin gasped at this and whispered, "Godzilla…"
With blood pouring from non existent wounds, Miki Segeusa tears streamed from her face as she saw this and screamed, "GODZILLA!"
The reporter caught a quick glimpse of the two as they raced out of door leading to the lower floors of the building. Though casting an eye on them, Mastu didn't skip a beat on her assignment; her face instead staying glued to the camera lens as she kept reporting. She didn't have to ask her friends where they were going; she knew where it was.
As for Godzilla himself, he was bloodied and broken but unbowed and was determined that he would have either victory or death. Refusing to give in, refusing to give his most hated enemy the victory he so wanted, he lowered his head and body and attacked King Ghidorah in a final Banzai charge. Surrounded by fires that lit the blackest of nights and his mammoth feet crunching broken rubble beneath him, he hurled himself towards the unmoving demon, blood and gore streaming from him. The Prince of Skyllans was unmoving as Godzilla raced towards him, unmoving and glowing, until he leapt—or levitated—into the air to deliver a roundhouse strike with spiked tail and taloned foot and spiked wing crushing bone and splitting skin.
Torn, leprous skin hanging in grotesque folds from a now bony chest, and King Ghidorah dealt wing strike after wing strike. He lunged his right head to bite his enemy, then his left, then his middle before head butting with his outer heads as the center screamed. Lashing to the left and right, each sinuous neck kept smashing back and forth beating Godzilla further. Blood splattering over the both of them and each drop falling like red tears, it was as if King Ghidorah screamed, Enough! What sport can there be in so pathetic an opponent… so please DISSAPEAR FROM MY SIGHT!
And it was with that that a Star of Doom that shone as brightly as Lucifer threw all three heads back then threw them forwards, executing the most powerful Triple Beam Creation had yet seen him cast and sending it straight through what was left of Godzilla's chest.
It was a moment that nobody would ever forget. Looking to the images the camera drones sent to the screen in the damaged UN Base underneath Manhattan, Secretary General Santos slowly shook his head in disbelief. Not only he but all those around him, from Director Goodhue to the lowliest clerk, even to Aso himself went silent and took off their hats. Some were openly crying.
They weren't the only ones and thanks to Matsu's live report, people around the world were on hand to watch. They were watching and saw Godzilla charging when all of a sudden what looked like a mammoth bolt of lightning lanced straight through the charging beast and keep going until it smashed against the broken remains of a skyscraper. For all the people who saw this, time itself seemed to slow a crawl. Everything seemed to stop as the Great Tyrannosaur's champion froze in his thrown back position until slowly, ever so slowly, he fell to the ground and made all New York City tremble. The ground trembled and so did all who saw it as hearts were broken and hope was shattered. All the while they'd come to look at Godzilla as their last best hope through the Monster Wars and the drum roll Segeusa gave him only heightened the idea that the last Supersaur was to be their savior. Now, the savior was dead.
As for Segeusa herself, she and Kyle had gotten to the abandoned car that they and Connie Matsu had used to get the building in Greenwich Village and raced to the scene. As they desperately raced there dodging, mountains of rubble, raging fires, twisted metal hulks that had been military vehicles, blindingly thick smoke, and destroyed buildings that were collapsing around them, Miki could hear his mighty heart beating slower and slower. Ba-bump, ba-bump… ba-bump… ba…bump… Feeling sick and nauseous, Miki gripped the dashboard so hard that her knuckles turned white and prayed that it would not be as she feared but when she and Kyle arrived, they saw they were too late.
Arriving in Stuyvesant town where the hero lay, they saw his titanic bulk peacefully laid amongst tall angled apartment buildings and peaceful tree-lined walkways. The car stopped amidst the rubble and the pair got out, walking through the ankle deep blood that flooded the whole area as far as they could see. When Kyle and Miki saw Godzilla eviscerated, with his stomach torn open and his gory chest blasted to the bone, pulpy flesh like ground meat and splinters of bone coming from so many gaping holes, they understood why there was so much blood.
Kyle looked at he had once been his most despised enemy and in some ways still was, stopped to weakly whisper, "No… Godzilla never looses, Godzilla never goes down…" Angry at the monster for making him feel so, he was torn up inside by mixture of love and hate; remembering how it had been hatred that had driven him on for so long, he cursed. "No… Get up you ugly bastard, you can't give up now!" Not when you're the reason I've lasted so long, not when I still have a score to settle with you, not when my hatred for you is the reason I'm still alive.
As for the other member of the party, she was there though in a far more distraught position. For some time, Miki, now at full health, had been giving the King of the Monsters all her strength so that he might win and feeling his pain as her own as the price. Driving there, she had been gasping for breath, crying blood, and worse but as she had gotten closer, the pain had lessened until it was no more. She now saw that she had not been able to feel his pain because the link was broken. Trembling and weeping, she slowly walked through the slick blood that stained her legs red to keep from slipping on broken asphalt towards Godzilla and looked at him even as he saw her.
On his broken back, the saurian's weakened eyes looked to see his beloved innocent place her hands against a hand so huge that it dwarfed her. All of a sudden her knees failed her and she fell to the ground, covering her face as she cried hysterically. She looked to the creature to whom she owed her life and had been her friend, even when nobody else would and cried out, "STAY ALIVE!"
Each ragged breath growing more and more labored, he wondered, she would cry for him? She would cry for an old sinner like himself?
Sobbing, she put her hand to his black scaled flesh and said, "Yes! You know I would cry for you…"
Were he able to, he would cry as well because she would not be where he would soon go. As his breath slowed and as heartbeat kept slowing, he only thought to her that he was so sorry. Once again, the world had needed him and once again, he had failed them. All he could give her was goodbye.
His heart beat slowing until each one seemed minutes apart and as she touched Godzilla's hand Miki could hear every beat. ba… bump… b-a… bu-mp… b-a… b-u-m-p… b a… b… u… m… p… His heart beat kept going slower… and slower… and… slower…
Watching his eyes close for what seemed the last time, Miki cried out no and screamed for him to come back. Watching from a distance, Kyle hung his head in silence and cried as well. For all the people watching this, they saw the demon called King Ghidorah crashing his tails to the ground and waving his heads in an idiotic manner as his putrid mind rotted into madness. His necrotic flesh began to fall in chunks and festering sores and boils began to ooze blood and puss as the death power he had taken into himself was taking its final toll. The people watching this saw the Death Sphere above New York City begin to bloat and begin casting black lightning once again, but even fiercer than before. They knew what this meant and wept.
Goodness had lost and evil had won.