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| Jack da King | Jun 8 2008, 03:44 AM |
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Chapter 5: Cataclysmic Event 1949 Lagos Island The Gojirasaur stalked silently through the dark, thick canopy of the ancient forest, sniffing out it’s prey. 5 years after the battle on Lagos, the Gojirasaur was fully healed, and back to normal. He now stalked in pursue of the last Angilasaurus. Living on an Island with so little prey, Lagos Gojirasaurs had become well adapted to living for years on end without food. Even here, the Gojirasaur finally hunted again after five years without food. Up ahead, the Gojirasaurus could smell and hear it’s quarry. The Angilasaur was grazing quietly on fern fronds, not paying the hidden carnivore any mind. As the Gojirasaur quietly crept closer, his muscles flexed, ready to pounce. His jaws opened slightly, ready to attack, showing off rows of razor-sharp fangs laced with necklaces of saliva. His neck muscles flexed in preparation, ready to deliver the bone-crushing twist of a bite that Tyrannosaurs were so well know for. His predatory, binocular vision zeroed in on the Angilasaur’s neck, no doubt a weak spot. His serrated teeth were ready to slice through soft tissue, sever arteries, and even break bones. He was the perfect killing machine. And the Angilasaur had the poor luck to be it’s prey. As the sun beat down, and Cicadas buzzed, a false sense of calm was created. A sense about to be broken. The trees that the Gojirasaur had hidden behind were quickly torn away as the destructive monster lunged forth, teeth bared. The Angilasaurus was surprised, and the Gojirasaur sank it’s sabre-like teeth into the Angilasaur’s shoulder. Tendons and strands of muscle were slashed in half and blood poured out, as the predator sank it’s teeth into the prey’s shoulder. As the Angilasaur wailed in surprise and pain, it failed to notice a streak of orange light tearing across the vivid blue sky. The Angilasaur tore violently away, freeing itself but worsening the wound. As the Angilasaur lurched forward to attack in response with it’s own fangs, the burning fireball in the sky drew still closer. Now it was visible: long, sleek and silver, the object left behind a trail of searing flames, which dissipated into plumes of white smoke. The tail of the structure was adorned with four stabilizing fins, and the whole object had a rather ominous feeling to it’s approach. Inscribed on the side was a small symbol; a black circle with a trio of yellow trapezoids erupting from the center. It was a biohazard sign. And it was headed strait for the dead center of the Island. The Gojirasaur had just kicked the Angilasaur backwards when the dueling beasts suddenly looked up; needless to say, they were shocked to see a nuclear bomb inbound on their location. The missile was only a couple hundred yards up now, and there was nothing that they could do. The feuding dinosaurs turned to run in separate directions, and the missile’s trajectory was clear: a nearby clump of fircus trees. As the missile was only seconds away from striking, the Gojirasaur turned to look at it. In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The Gojirasaurus could count the flies in the air as they flew wildly away from the insane heat given off by the missile. Time seemed to be in slow motion, everything moving with a sluggish velocity. The Angilasaur was bolting away as quickly as possible, but to the Gojirasaur, it seemed so slow… like he would take hours to reach his destination. The Gojirasaur saw the missile, creeping towards the treetops, heating up with every second, already giving off miniscule amounts of radiation. Then, something strange happened. The Gojirasaur left the real world for a moment. He saw things, strange things. He saw a three-headed, winged snake, marvelous and gold…he saw himself, but made of shining metal, with cold, heartless eyes…he saw several images of a vast landscape, a forest of grey, stone blocks, always followed by a burst of blue light, and then the strange, grey towers would fall, burning…and in these strange visions, everything seemed so much smaller…then, there was the final vision, a horrible one of a huge, crystalline tyrant, swathed in greenish light, summoning forth gleaming white rocks… Then the missile struck, and the life of Godzilla began… |
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