Chapter 7

All Monsters Attack

12:04 am:

The waters of Loch Ness mirrored the black and starry sky above. Beneath the dark and murky waters, the loch floor rumbled and shifted. It caused the water to ripple and wave above.

One guard that was patrolling the grounds of Urquhart Castle just happened to be looking out over the loch. He loved the loch and frequently went boating to clear his head (and to get away from his nagging wife). He found it most beautiful in the middle of the night. It was the loneliest place in the world then and he loved it for that. He liked being by himself. Little did the guard know that for all of his years walking castle grounds, he was not alone. His company was sleeping beneath the loch that whole time.

It was then that he noticed an area out in the middle of the huge lake that looked like it was boiling over. Water was being disturbed and forced upward violently. He shined his spotlight towards the area.

Then something rose from the white waves. It had a serpentine figure and was dark blue-green. It had the head of a dragon with large horns on the sides. It had long, dagger like fangs.

The monster shot up from the surface into the air. It was incredibly long, around nine-hundred and eighty feet from head to tail. A row of spines ran down its endless back. It had four short legs with webbed hands. The tail fanned out into an enormous fin three times the width of the beast's body and made up about two-hundred feet of the its total length. Higher and higher it jumped until the man saw its silhouette against the moon. It splashed back into the water.

The immediate thing the man though was "the Loch Ness Monster." While the kaiju very well could have been called that, its name was Manda.

The guard, shocked by what he had seen, shined his light at the area where the serpent had descended.

The guard's spotlight glinted in Manda's eye beneath the water. It caught the monster's attention. He swam towards the castle.

Erupting from the water again, Manda loomed directly over the man with menace.

The man fell backwards and shined his bright light in Manda's face.

Not liking that, Manda released a roaring hiss and expanded his neck hood like an angry cobra. The guard threw the light and jumped away just before Manda struck downwards at the nuisance.

Having killed the light, Manda turned his attention south west and swam away swiftly.

After the guards had come to his wits, he picked himself up and ran to the nearest phone to call the police.

Manda raced southwest to the loch's exit. Being able to propel himself through water at nearly a hundred miles an hour, he was out in no time and racing down the River Oich and into Loch Oich. From there he jumped from river and loch, leaving a flooding wake behind him, until he had reached the ocean. Then he turned south traveling between Ireland and the United Kingdom. In the open ocean, Manda could reach his top speed of around two hundred miles per hour.

At this point, the British military had known of an unknown monster leaving Loch Ness, but their satellites could not track it moving under water and in the dark. They would get their first clue about its trajectory when reports came in from people spotting a giant serpentine body speeding through the ocean off the coast of the Isle of Man. Reports of a similar creature came in frequently. In a world where giant monsters were a threat, citizens reported such sightings immediately. The British military tracked Manda moving extremely fast southward, around the southern peninsula, and then eastward through the English Channel. When the serpent turned into Beacon Bay, its goal became obvious. Military vehicles and aircraft were deployed.

Making the trip around Britain from Loch Ness to Beacon Bay took Manda a mere three hours. He twisted down the River Thames and emerged from the waves to see a grand old city: London.

Tanks were lined up on London Bridge. As soon as they saw Manda, they opened fire. The shells overshot the beast; the soldiers had underestimated its speed.

Manda swam under the bridge. The soldiers turned around to see their target swim right past them. Most did not see their target's tail standing upright out of the water. Manda's powerful tail took out the old bridge in one hit. London Bridge had fallen down.

The military continued to fire at Manda. This angered him. He would take out the military's forces, and the city would be his.

1:04 am:

Some animals slept and others hunted in the dark. The insects, however, outnumbered them all. They flew and scurried about in the moonlight that shone down over the jungle of the Congo. If the tiny creatures that were endlessly preyed upon were the size of men, then some of them would undoubtedly be the dominant species on Earth; the most deadly being the mantis.

Suddenly every bird, insect, and animal took off in any direction other than south. They all heard what sounded like thunder clapping twenty times a second. Only a few seconds after the buzzing could be heard came its makers. There were six of them; six mantises, each three hundred feet long, flying north over the African jungle. They were brownish green with a venomous red tipping the thorny spikes on their backs and sides as well as the deadly serrations on their scythes. Their large vibrant wings flapped swiftly; colored with striped earth tones.

They came from beneath the deepest and thickest parts of the Congo jungle; parts few, if any, men had traversed. They were the Kamacuras.

The deadly mantises continued to fly and screech over the nations of Africa. They managed to avoid flying over any large cities, only small towns and villages. That was how they went undetected by any military power until they were seen over Tripoli still heading north over the Mediterranean Ocean. Like most insects, the Kamacuras were flying towards the bright lights, the City of Lights.

4:34 am:

The village of Pibiting was nestled in the valley of Zanskar, about 350 miles north of New Delhi.

Nearly all the villagers were in bed. Being a little town in northern India, not near any ocean, they slept easy knowing kaiju like Godzilla wouldn't likely be visiting them. They wouldn't be free of this fear much longer.

They were awakened by the roar of a mountain being torn apart. The people ran outside just in time to see the mountain side that shadowed their ancient and holy temple be blown apart in a manner similar to the eruption of Mount Saint Helens. A tidal wave of billowing dust spewed over the town along with rocks and boulders the size of small cars.

Beyond the thick dust, in the direction of the ancient temple, was the sound of heavy impacts on the ground. The people could hear their temple being demolished. The destructor soon revealed itself to those unlucky ones to be close enough to see it in the engulfing cloud of dust and dirt.

The monster walked on four legs and made a wail that completely muted all sound within its vicinity. The dust settled and the villagers who were not caught in the beast's path gazed upon it. Spiked armor plating adorned its back. More spikes covered its tail. Forward curved horns lined its forehead and one horn topped its snout.

The kaiju Anguirus marched south towards the Indian capital.

5:04 am:

The mountains of Kazakhstan rested peacefully as they had for thousands of years. The giants slept so calmly that the tiniest of snowflakes could sleep pleasantly in a blanket of white. The mountains could have been considered the epitome of motionlessness.

There was a small village not unlike Pibiting in the valley below. It was home to less than a hundred villagers. Warm candle light lit the windows of the cottages. The valley ran east and west, so when the sun went down, the moon was there to make sure that the little village was never in complete darkness. Someone was keeping an eye on that valley that night, but it was not the illuminating moon.

The mountain to the north of the village began to shake. The snowy tops shifted a little. As the mountain moved more and more, so did the snow until the ever so fragile structure of the snow gave away. The massive tsunami of snow thundered towards the little village.

Many of the village's inhabitants had been awoken by the quake and were horrified to witness an avalanche heading right for them. The ones that had woken up in time grabbed their family and anything else they could in the precious seconds they had to get away.

The wall of snow smashed into the houses, destroying a few.

The frightful villagers looked up at the trembling mountain looming over them. Chunks of it were falling off. Boulders were tumbling down into the valley. The people moved further back for safety. To their horror, it appeared that the top of the mountain was falling apart. The numerous landslides filled the valley with dust. The people moved even further back to escape the dust so they could breathe. The ground shook violently as the mountain was being torn apart. After a few moments, the magnitude of the quake had subsided.

When the dust cleared, the source for the mayhem was visible. Standing atop what used to be the mountain was a devilish winged thing. It stood around three-hundred and twenty feet tall. It spread its wings out, hiding the entire village from the moon's glow. Its wingspan reached close to seven-hundred hundred feet. It had dark red skin and two devilish horns on its head pointing backwards. Its chest was armor plated with spikes. The creature stretched its wings as it released a cry. It was unlike anything the villagers had ever heard or could ever have imagined.

Some of the older villagers knew what this creature was. A scarce legend known by very few claimed that the mountain overseeing the village was the resting place of an ancient being, a creature from an age before man walked the Earth. The old legend named the winged beast Rodan.

Rodan turned around and began flapping his wings. He took off to the north.

Moments later, the Russian Air Force was made aware of the flying creature and its trajectory.

Several MiG-25 jet fighters were launched. When they intercepted Rodan, he flew past them before they could open fire. The fighters attempted to pursue Rodan, but in vain. He was flying faster than the jets' top speed before risking damage to their engines: Mach 2.8.

The jet pilots reported back to their base that the monster was making on a course for Moscow.

7:04 am:

The Forbidden City, China. The sun had met the grand city with beauty. The sun beams illuminated the vibrant colors of the temples. The sacred gardens flourished in the sunlight.

The ever vigilant guardian lions sat motionless. They greeted the sun as well. In the daylight, the full forms of the lions could be seen with their royal manes and strong, dominant builds.

Visitors were beginning to enter the courtyard in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the largest and most extravagant hall in the Imperial City.

It was looking to be a beautiful day.

But just like every other unfortunate place in the world at that moment, the ground began to quake violently beneath the magnificent city. The wooden beams of the hall shifted and splintered. The marble floors cracked and jutted up.

The people outside saw the sacred temple fall apart from the shaking. Then, to the people's horror, they saw something burst up from beneath the old hall and explode through the roof.

The wooden beams and dust cleared from its face. It was a lion. It was one of the Chinese guardian lions destroying its own holy temple. It reached out of the he with one of its great three clawed paws and pulled itself out. Once out and in the morning sunlight, it could be seen that the creature resembled a mix between a lion and a dog. Hard and powerful muscles built its body. It roared as its swirling mane and long ears swayed left and right. Three swirl shaped crests sat on its head in a triangular formation. What looked like gold adorned its brow with a jeweled crest in the middle. Beneath its brow were red, ruby like glowing eyes. It then sat like a dog.

This was most certainly not the ancient guardian lion of Chinese legend. This was King Caesar.

Then things got worse; twice as worse. Another lion-like roar came from hole that was once the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Another three clawed paw emerged from the depths. The fleeing people's heart rates doubled as they saw another Caesar come forth. This one had no golden crests on its head. She was more cunning and sleek. Less muscle, but could move much faster. Queen Caesar joined her king.

And so the two dogs of war set off into the city of Beijing with a ruby red fire in their eyes.

8:04 am:

The Han River in Seoul, South Korea was calm as picnickers looked over it.

A woman was chatting with a very handsome man that had approached her. He was tall with spiked hair. The woman had a son. She turned her head to check on him. Immediately, her attention was taken away from the man when she saw that her son was not at the picnic mat. She frantically looked around until she saw her son's familiar striped shirt. He was throwing pieces of his octopus in the river. She ran to him.

"Gang-Doo!" the worried mother scolded at her son in their native tongue. "You know you are not to leave my sight! And stop wasting your food!"

"But look, mama, lobsters! And crabs!" The boy pointed towards the water.

On the bed of the river were various crustaceans; crabs, lobsters, crawfish, shrimp. The river seemed to be filled with them.

People had already grouped at the land's edge. Hundreds upon hundreds of shellfish massing on the bottom of the Han River was, obviously, very strange. Even stranger, every single one of the little crustaceans was facing in the same direction, almost like they were waiting to see something. And more stranger still was the rippling water in the middle of the wide river.

The people got very nervous when the water began to shift and bubble beneath a large bridge. With the news buzzing about the two monster attacks (as far as they knew) the first thing to enter everybody's mind was giant monster. And, to their horror, they would be very, very right.

Unlike the other kaiju who arose in rural areas and made their way towards urban cities, the monster crustacean Ebirah just happen to pop up right where he was meant to be.

With a splash, a massive claw shot up from the river. It latched onto the bridge. People along the river ran. The people on the bridge leaped out of their vehicles and ran as well.

Ebirah used the bridge to pull himself up from beneath the riverbed.

He was a bright red with forward jutting horns all over his shell. He had antennae as long as his full length. His cry was a high pitched screech.

The monster proceeded to tear the obstructing bridge apart with his large, crushing claw and his smaller, slicing claw. He cut the construction in half and threw it out of his way like it was nothing. Due to his natural radiation, Ebirah, and the millions of crayfish around him, had mutated and developed lungs. He and his army were, amazingly, amphibious crustaceans.

His six insect like legs carried him onto land as he led his army into the city.

Ebirah, however, would have to do most of the work when it came to destruction.

9:04 am:

On the island of Tasmania was a beautiful conservation area in Table Cape. The cape was on the northern shore of Tasmania.

Pleasant grassy plains stretched up and down hills until they suddenly dropped into a sheer cliff. The area resembled a plateau with its steep side and flat top, but it was actually a volcanic plug. It sat on top of a large volcano, and the plug held the pressure in like the top on a bottle of soda. And atop this flat volcanic plug, quaintly, was a nice little lighthouse at the edge of the cliff.

A family of tourists, a mother, father, and two children, were hiking towards the lighthouse. It was turning out to be a very nice morning. The mother and father were enjoying themselves. The kids, however, were a bit grumpy. They would never dream of getting up this early to go on a stupid hike in Tasmania.

And then the earth began to shake. It quaked to the point that the family could not keep their footing.

Everyone there was terrified. They knew that the area was a volcanic plug and thought that the volcano beneath was erupting. The parents grabbed their children and ran the opposite way. Little did they know that the earth was releasing something more devastating and much faster than a lava flow.

The son looked back as his father pulled him in time to see the ground burst up. But what came up from the ground was not what the child was expecting.

A creature rose up and shook the dirt off its lizard-like head. Long, muscular arms with claws followed. Large dorsal fins adorned its back; almost like Godzilla's. It pulled itself completely out from the earth and stood tall. Its stance was like that of a t-rex. It let the morning sun warm its reptilian skin. Its skin was dark brown with a few grey spots as if it were camouflaging with the ground it had just broken free from.

It let out a cry to address the world that had greeted him after his slumber. Even its roar resembled Godzilla's, but a lot more high pitched. As it turned around, its long tail whooshed far above the family's heads. The massive lizard charged for the cliff with the little lighthouse. Just before it seemed like the lighthouse was going to be crushed be the monster, the monster leaped over it and dove far out into the Bass Strait. When it plunged into the ocean, its skin changed both color and texture. It shifted from earthy brown and rocky to ocean blue and very smooth.

It headed north-east. Soon, the citizens of Sydney, Australia would be greeted to The Lizard King: Zilla.

Something inside Zilla's head was urging him to swim north-east to one specific location not too far from where he woke up. He thought he would find it when he got there and searched around a bit.

Zilla would be at his destination soon as he was an extremely adept swimmer. After the family had witnessed his awakening, they had driven back into town and reported what they had seen to the police.

Zilla was already on the beach of Flinders Island. The small, sparsely populated island north east of Tasmania had vast farm lands and green rolling hills. Zilla enjoyed sprinting across the wide open island at top speed as he left a trail of footprints behind him. Zilla was also an adept runner. He could easily outrun or outswim any other Kaiju, even Godzilla.

4:04 pm:

It was a blistering afternoon in the Mojave Desert.

A lonely obese man sat in his small trailer. His little abode smelled of garbage and the sweaty nether regions of an ass.

The regular pizza delivery drivers loathed driving out so far to his trailer, getting hit by the wall of stink when he opened the door, then getting stiffed any kind of tip on top of it. They wouldn't have to worry about him for much longer.

The one thing the man hated most of all was when his TV antenna got moved and lost the signal (he suspected the pizza boys). He would be too lazy to go outside and adjust it, so he just watched static for the rest of the day.

On that blistering hot day, the fat man's signal went out. He released a whine. He had not noticed at first that the ground beneath his trailer was steadily rising on an angle. He had not noticed until things began to fall off their shelves and the TV slid off its stand.

Outside, the lonely little trailer sat in the middle of a two hundred foot diameter circle of earth that was being lifted up. The circle of earth rose up at a slant. The poor fat man never had a chance as his trailer, half filled with garbage, tumbled down the slope.

It looked like a trap door slowly creaking open. Then out came two long legs of a massive arthropod; segmented and having hairs. Eight little eyes shimmered from the darkness of the hole. The creature crawled out of its lair with its eight legs. It was beast from an arachnophobic's worst night terrors. Kumonga, the monstrous, black and orange striped spider, emerged into the desert.

Kumonga would not normally come out from its hole in the daylight. He would normally spin a web all around his trap door and collect his prey at night. Something was driving him to arise and act.

The hairs all over his body felt the air; a great commotion came from the southwest. The spider-like monster could see the city in his eight eyes. That was where he was urged to go. A city of lights, sounds, and sin: Las Vegas.

1:04 am:

The most sacred city to Catholics all around the world: Vatican City.

A beautiful golden glow scattered off the brick roads. Saint Peter's Basilica stood extravagantly as it overlooked the square and Rome beyond. It was the symbol of Catholicism's strength and reach over the entire world.

It was where God's presence was strongest. That is what a man walking the empty square thought. He had always looked to his faith for strength then he felt lost. It was what he was raised to believe in. His mother, whom he missed frequently, prayed every day. She used to tell the man that God will always be watching him and will protect him as long as he remains a good Catholic. He walked up to the holy obelisk in the middle of the square and placed his hand on it. Looking up, he saw the cross on top.

The man had lost much. In the past year he had lost his job, his mother had passed, his wife had left him, and his only son had declared himself a homosexual. Being a devout Catholic, he could not accept his son and disowned him. His son killed himself shortly after.

The poor man looked up at the holy symbol and asked "Why, God? Why has my whole life turned into this hell?"

There was no reply. There was only the cold wind of the night.

The man's faith was so deep, and his desperation so high, that he almost expected a heavenly voice to answer him.

"Is there anybody there?" he asked. "Is there a God out there listening to me?!" he yelled aloud.

It was then that a whispering cackle rang in the man's ears.

He looked straight up, nearly falling backwards. "Is there someone their?!"

With cracks of thunder, yellow lightning bolts jumped from cloud to cloud above.

"Is that you, Lord?!" he yelled.

An insidious voice answered. "I have been since the birth of this universe and I have never seen this being you call upon. If it is the hand that had part in forming this universe that you call for, then here I am..."

As a devilish shriek came down from the heavens, so did what looked like a spiraling tornado of yellow lighting.

The lone man in the square raised his arms in defense.

When the formation collided with the grounds of Vatican Square, it dissipated.

The no longer alone man lowered his arms. Before him stood what he knew in his heart as the devil himself. "Satan!" the man declared.

Monster X knelt down until he was in the man's face. "God...," he said telepathically.

He stood up. His eyes, the two on his face and the two on his half-heads, lit up. Streams of lightning spewed forth into the surrounding city, lighting it up. The hell fires danced around ferociously as they ate the city.

Monster X turned around to see the Saint Peter's Basilica. The colossal cathedral was dwarfed by the beast. He lifted his foot and kicked it down upon the dome. Then he set his lightning upon the entire building. Within a moment, nearly all of Vatican City was in flames and rubble. It was demolished, gone, but Monster X was still not satisfied.

The worst monster by far continued his grand rampage into Rome.