《Godzilla: Legend Begins》Chapter 13
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John glared at Jesse and Kanto, who was busy talking and putting out the campfire. Those two were idiots in his eyes, letting those beasts live. They should be destroyed before they could mutate! Of course, they couldn't see that at all. He growled before something caught his attention. He looked and saw an antenna sticking out of a bag.
To his delight, when he grabbed it, it was a radio. He grinned before pulling it out of the bag and turning around so his back was towards the other two and bringing it up to his lips and pressed the button. He opened his mouth and began to speak...
Dr. Yusaka watched in interest as Destroyers, warships and a few jets went passed his creation home. What could have had Japan mobilize that many troops and vessels? His eyes widen as he thought. Could it be...?
He pressed a button on the control panel in front of him and the view on the monitor changed to a view of his creation, resting in his cave. His fingers danced as he typed something and watched as a yellow eye snapped open before standing up and slipped into the water entrance and dived out of sight.
Jesse, Kanto and John walked out of the foliage and tree line, onto the beach. Kanto stopped, feeling that something was off. Jesse realized the same thing after her eyes darted across the horizon. She stared at it for a second before slowly turning towards John, her face holding an impassive expression. John didn't seem a bit surprised.
"John," she began calmly. "Where is your ship?"
"I did what I had to do." John stated, his body standing straight. Jets flew over their heads, towards the center of the island. Jesse glanced back to the ocean and saw the destroyers and warships stopping since they couldn't go any further.
"John...what the hell is wrong with you?" Jesse managed to keep her cool on her face but inside, she was burning with anger and disbelief.
"No, what's wrong with you, girl! You were going to allow those things to live! We can't allow any one of them to mutate! One giant monster is enough at this time!"
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Jesse glared at him, gritting her teeth. "Don't you realize what you've just done?!"
"I saved everyone from more monsters! I'll be a hero!"
"You won't be! You just sent these men and women to their deaths!"
"Like those things could fight back!" Sneered John, making Jesse look at him like he was the most idiotic man in the world.
"I don't mean them you idiot! I meant-"
The jets flew back over and following them was an orange and red streak which hit one jet, making it explode. The streak disappeared followed by an enraged roar and the ground began to faintly shake, getting more violent as time went on.
"-Him."
Godzilla towered over the treetops as he walked through the forest and onto the beach, staring down the ships in the water, as if daring them to do a thing to him, Gorosaurus and/or his herd.
Of course, they started to fire, causing him to roar. It didn't hurt him in the slightest, it was more like when a bug would hit a human. He began to walk forward, his dorsal plates giving off a crimson red glow. He was about to unleash his nuclear breath, but he stopped, his head cocking to the side as the glow faded.
"Why did he stop?" Kanto questioned.
"I don't know." Jesse frowned. She looked at the ships and notices some churning and bubbling water behind them. "But I think I have an idea."
A head, a long neck and a torso suddenly burst from the churning and bubbling mass, letting out a cackle-like roar.
The creature was taller than Godzilla and was obviously aquatic because of all the fins. Still, Jesse knew that this thing shouldn't be here. It should be somewhere else, like at the bottom in the ocean, swimming about and feeding.
It raised its claws and smashed it down onto a destroyer that was directly in front of it. The claws sliced straight through the hull, flame bursting all over the inside. The other ships fired on it, but it was no use. The creature destroyed the remaining of the ships before turning its attention to Godzilla. It began to go towards the island, roaring a challenge.
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Godzilla answered with a threatening roar, slamming his tail down a few times in a threatening display of power. The creature continued forward, hardly fazed by the display.
"Oh, shit." swore Kanto as Godzilla snarled and began to charge forward. The creature picked up speed and the two met with a clash, scratching and biting everywhere that they could reach.
"Come on, come on!" Kanto ordered, and John didn't need to be told twice, he was already running towards the motor boat. Jesse quickly ran after John, followed by Kanto. Neither dared to look back at the waring titans, all they could think about is to hop in the boat and get to safety.
John was the first to reach the boat and started to look around, as if searching for something. After a moment, he pulled a K-force issued Rocket Launcher from its compartment that Kanto put in there in case of emergencies.
"John, what are you doing?!" Shouted Jesse startled that he would even pull out the launcher at a time like this.
"Ridding the world of Godzilla!" John grabbed a shell and loaded the launcher with ease.
"Do you not see the second Kaiju?!" Jesse watched him in disbelief as she came closer. What kind of drugs is this man on?
"There's another shell in the compartment just for that one. Besides, taking down TWO kaiju? Can you imagine what status I will get!"
"You're not going to get any status!"
"And why is that?"
Jesse didn't give a verbal answer. Instead, she tackled John, making him fall back in the boat. She heard the back of his head striking against the seat of the boat, making him groan and loosen his grip on the weapon. She grabbed it and got out of the boat just as Kanto arrived.
A sudden crash and the violent shaking of the ground caught their attention. They looked behind them and saw Godzilla laying on his side, a clawed foot coming down into his other side, causing the downed kaiju to roar out in pain with his eyes shut tightly. She could see that Godzilla was breathing heavily, making her worry.
She glanced down at the launcher in her arms before making a probably stupid decision. She bolted towards the two, ignoring the calls of Kanto. She eyed a small cliff that was a few feet away from the two that came up to the creature's midsection. Thankfully, the way up was more like a hill, so it didn't take long once she got there.
Once she reached to top, she shouldered the launcher and carefully aimed. She waited, not shooting until it opened its mouth. When it did, she fired, and the shell hit the roof of its mouth. It jerk its head to the side, a startled yelp leaving it's jaws. It shook its head before yellow slitted eyes darted everywhere until it rested on Jesse. It snarled before opening Jesse saw a yellow glow coming from the back of its throat.
She took a step back, letting the launcher fall off her shoulder and onto the ground with it rolling backwards down the hill. She knew that it wouldn't matter whether she ran or not, it was too late for that.
Red eyes snapped open a split second later and with a roar, Godzilla jerked himself upward, making the creature losing its footing and began to go tumbling backwards and letting its attack lose, firing it up into the sky. Godzilla snarled, snapping at the air in front of him before tilting his head and trained his eye on Jesse.
That's when she felt something probe against her mind and now she understood what exactly it was. She heard a deep growl, one of warning, to the creature who had begun to stand. It gave a snarl in return before turning and heading back out into the sea.
Godzilla snorted before turning and heading back into the interior of the island, towards his herd.
"Jesse, what the hell were you thinking?!" Kanto snapped as he ran up to her, John following behind while holding a cloth to the back of his head.
"I had to do something." she responded. "If I didn't who knows what could have happened to Godzilla."
Kanto sighed and shook his head. "Let's call for pick up and get off of this island."
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