30 Stories Tall and From the Depths by DragonMasterX

30 Stories Tall and From the Depths

DragonMasterX, Action, Building humping and vore, Bukkake, Giant monster, Godzilla, Humans, Island, Macro, Male, Military, Plot intensive, kaiju, rampage, stomping

Never thought I'd ever write Godzilla fanfiction before. Before you ask, this is the Hannah Barbera Godzilla from like a gazillion years ago. I really don't remember a lot about it, but the client was nice enough to tell me everything I needed to know (plus a little trip to Wikipedia!) so that I could craft my own storyline.

So, here it is. If you like action and giant monster movies, and bestial macros rampaging and fucking things up in them, this story's gonna tickle your fancy!

Also, thanks to the commissioner for being so god-damn patient with me. College plus work in the middle of long weekends doesn't help!

This is an anonymous commission.

Warning: This story contains macro, rampage, building penetration and vore, and bukkake.

Disclaimer: Godzilla doesn't belong to me, this is a fictitious representation.

30 Stories Tall and From the Depths, by DragonMasterX.

He felt groggy and weak, his neck stung and felt swollen. There was a foul taste in his mouth, coppery, like blood. Captain Carl Majors was coming to from a long, involuntary sleep. Attempting to stand up was met with uncomfortable surprise as the man realized his wrists had been bound to one another with a thickly knotted rope; the same which was being used to keep his ankles tied. Majors grunted, half confused, half desperate.

"He's coming to, Colonel." A gruff voice coming from above made the captain look up, his eyes stinging as they faced a bright flash of white from the fluorescent bulbs of the flashlights pointed at him. Majors wanted to demand whose voice it was, why he was tied up, where the rest of his crew was, and who the hell was the Colonel; his taped-shut mouth made the questionnaire never happen. "The rest are sound asleep in their cells, even the baby in his own containment unit." The baby, Majors repeated to himself; did they mean Godzooky? Never mind that, the rest? Sweat began to drip down his forehead as Majors realized he and his crew had been captured and imprisoned by their unseen assailants. Fragments of recent memories hit his mind like reassembling puzzle pieces, completing the dynamic picture of what had happened. One by one, his questions were answered by his recall.

The one speaking was part of the mercenary team that had jumped him at night when the Calico, his pride and joy, had been hijacked. It had happened very fast, leaving them no time to react. Majors had identified them as mercenaries because of their distinct way of speech, all military in demeanor. He remembered the blow that had taken him out, a rifle butt to the right temple, which explained the unsavory leftover bloody flavor in his saliva. During the assault, Majors had attempted to evade his opponent after sucker-punching him in order to warn the others, but it had been too late. Dr. Darien, her assistant Brock and even Majors' first mate Carl had been neutralized. Darien's nephew Pete and Godzooky had apparently fallen to the attack as well. During the brief moment of consciousness before the surprise smack he received knocked him down, he felt a sharp pain on his neck, indicating that he had been sedated; the same as everybody else it seemed.

The final question was answered when, from the shadows of the prison's doorframe emerged a tall figure dressed in a pale green uniform and a military cap. The red band that went from the man's shoulder to his waist irked Majors as he noticed the guy was swaggering contently with his numerous service awards and medals. "Ah, Captain Majors. You'll want to forgive my men for the rough treatment you've received. Mercenaries are simply brutes, wouldn't you say?" Majors wanted to punch the silly grin off his interlocutor. "Oh, but I digress. You're in no position to talk back, are you? Haha. You see," the Colonel kneeled down, removing his cap to expose his bald head before rubbing his forehead and replacing the cap, "I admire men who take the reins on projects as ambitious as manning a ship like the Calico, staring danger in the eye, leading and carrying monsters around with you," he was referring to the sea-dweller Godzilla and its cowardly cousin, Godzooky. "I'm a man who takes the reins on his own life and projects as well, so you see, we're not so different you and I!" The way the Colonel reached with his arm to palm Majors in the cheek was enough to make the captain insult his captor through the muting tape.

The Colonel smiled, stood up and turned, "Therefore, as a sign of good-will, I thought I would explain why you and your crew have been imprisoned and your fine research vessel appropriated by my forces. You're not on police arrest, no. I'm afraid we operate outside of the law, but that's nothing you'll be telling anybody, since you'll remain in our country for a long, long time. Your resident doctor, we have interviewed her already; amazing woman, very strong-willed. It took us some extra effort to get her to... cooperate." Majors hated the way he had paused before saying "cooperate"; what had this monster done to Quinn? "I want to be frank. We're not just similar, we're positively alike. My team, like yours, is largely composed of scientists researching several facets of biology and your Godzilla is simply a magnificent specimen. We thought it unfair that you had exclusive access to the reptilian's services and as such, and with the help of Dr. Darien's notes and the Calico's technology no less, we have found a way to not only duplicate the effect of the summoning device, but adjusted its frequency to make Godzilla more than willing to do us a favor."

Majors didn't like anything coming out of the Colonel's mouth. Every bit of information was laced with venom. The more the Colonel explained himself, the more Majors became convinced his arrogance was fueled by a strong sense of security; everyone must have been captured for real, separated to disable their resourceful teamwork; the Calico had been likely taken over and manned by a fake crew, and the caller device modified; Godzilla was at the madman's mercy. Where were they? The Colonel had mentioned "their country", and therefore inferring they weren't in the middle of the ocean anymore, let alone anywhere near home. What were these villains going to do? Majors hated himself for wanting the venomous military man to finish explaining himself.

"But I'm not a spoilsport, Captain Majors," the Colonel turned his attention back at Majors and fished a small remote out from his chest pocket and aimed back. A small wall-mounted monitor came to life almost instantly, showing the gritty black and white image of a large, unfamiliar island from afar. "You'll be able to see it by yourself when our plan begins. This is a very big, bustling and well-off resort that thrives on tourism... or is it? Scissor Island has long since been masking a very naughty secret with all of their pretty neon lights and eco-friendly apart hotels. Yes, you might have read it in the papers if you've ever stepped out of the Calico during a resupply run, Captain. There were rumors about Scissor Island being the location of an elusive smuggling ring base of operations that also treat people like merchandise." Majors' eyes went wide, remembering the stroke of bad publicity Scissor Island had to go through a few months ago, but was amazed that the rumors apparently had some veracity to them. "Their lawyers are good dirt bags. And the touristic committee of the island didn't want to lose their fat income, so they teamed up; the ring and the committee of course. They denied everything, and with their installations vacated and suspicions lifted, eventually the press pulled back their allegations."

Majors took note of the Colonel's sigh of tiredness. "I lost some good people searching the information used by the press, but the sheer amount of money used to bury the truth was more than what our evidence could support. In the end, it was all for nothing. But you see, captain. I'm not a good sport when it comes to cheaters. So I'm stomping them off. Or rather, our mutual friend Godzilla is." Majors' glare had begun to soften for a moment, and then the Colonel added: "Why don't you join us, captain? We could do a lot of good together; give Godzilla a familiar face to work with. We have no reason to harm you or your crew, and you could be allies of justice. How about it?"

When the Colonel crouched again, this time to remove the tape from Majors' mouth, the captain thought he was going to outright say no, but the thought of stopping the operations in Scissor Island was tugging at his righteous heart. "What about the civilians on the Island?"

"Ah..." the Colonel seemed to conjure a sad expression. "The good doctor ensures that our plan will make Godzilla home in to the caller beacon we've placed on the island, but his reaction will be violent and erratic, so he will not be able to distinguish between friend and foe. He'll destroy the island."

"You can't be serious!" Majors vociferated, "There are innocents in the island who have nothing to do with the criminals!"

"We can't be sure. The touristic committee and the ring are working together. There is a big chance incognito people are working to manipulate evidence and facts that could compromise them anywhere in the Island. I'm not going to run the risk, Captain."

"Then count me out. Godzilla will never help you in your slaughter!"

The Colonel let out a bored sigh and forced the tape back on Majors' who squirmed and struggled, his face red with anger. "That is not for you to decide. It is sad that the things have come to this, captain, but any tragedy and catastrophe that Island suffers will aid the cause, and pulverize the scumbags. They've brought it unto themselves."

"You're nothing but an extremist!" the words were gathering at Majors' throat, "Godzilla will never aid you!" he wanted to taunt him and laugh at his plan. Yes, the Scissor Island issue was a big one, one that involved many elements of humanity's darkest sides, but the cure was worse than the sickness. A lot of innocents would be inevitably caught in the backlash from a rampage by the giant kaiju; he had seen Godzilla's destructive power firsthand in numerous occasions, and the thought this remorseless extremist wanted to use him as nothing more than a tool sickened him. "Godzilla!" he called out in his thoughts, shutting his eyes tight "Don't listen to the signal. It's not us... it's not us!"

"Enjoy the show, captain Majors."

The dark depths were a comfortable place for the most part, silent and comfortable. It was extremely cold at the bottom of the sea, and being a reptile, he chose to avoid overstaying his welcome at the ocean floor, and so warmer sections lured him around like a feline who wants to frolic in the sun. It had been long since the king of the giant beasts had faced another kaiju that was attempting to hurt his friends or damage the planet; Godzilla was enjoying a hard-earned vacation. The quiet of the ocean's calmer waters had a soothing effect on the 300ft. tall reptilian; the currents that would have swept any lesser being away meant nothing more than the surface-equivalent of a gentle breeze stroking his scaly body; sometimes locating himself over volcanic fissures along the ocean floor was like moving into a fantastic hydro massager.

Life under the sea was good, he was the largest creature in the world after all, and food was plentiful. Humans didn't bother him. Godzilla had learned how to live with their presence despite their ostensible attempts at destroying parts of the world. He understood however, that unlike near every kaiju he had ever fought, not all of mankind was the same. There were good elements, as evidenced by his friends in the Calico, who even put up with his much smaller and weaker cousin instead of trying to eat him like any other predator like Godzilla would have. All in all, he respected the humans, and admired them for facing dangers only a being like him could actually effectively tackle. They were prideful creatures, but not too proud that they couldn't admit it when they required assistance. His human friends, in particular, shared that trait of honesty he could admire.

It was another day for the monstrously sized reptilian. A snack in the form of several schools of fishes he could casually inhale was his sustenance, while free-styled swimming provided the necessary work out to keep his muscular body ready for anything. There had not been any recent threats that required his attention and he was itching for a fight, his preferred form of exercise. Unfortunately for the underwater giant, the usual calls for help weren't being made; he wondered if his friends were taking a vacation.

As the idle days went by, Godzilla felt more hard-pressed to actively search for entertainment. The world under the sea provided little amusement to someone whose life was spent in it, unlike the humans that found novelties such as underwater streams and microscopic life forms interesting. Godzilla wasn't very successful in his search for fun, but his unspoken pleas were responded to when the internal organs responsible for detecting vibrational frequencies alerted him; there was trouble nearby. His friends needed him!

As if he was following invisible GPS directions, Godzilla propelled himself with his powerful legs where he was being called to. The muscles of his formidably built frame tensed the closer he got; the signal was unusually strong, and its intensity only grew the closer he got. He felt his head ache all of a sudden, forcing him to stop. His eyes hurting, the pain forced him to shut them down and guide himself via the vibrations sent by the signal; what a day to have a migraine!

What usually was a calm trip across the warm waters of the Tropic, with its glimmering blue background and peaceful ecosystem, was becoming a dark, blurred version of hell to Godzilla's eyes every time he did as little as open his eyelids to catch a glimpse of where he was swimming. His claws were twitching, the tail behind him whipping erratically, forcing him to stop again. Holding by his head, Godzilla roared out, a volumetric amount of bubbles bursting forth from his gaping maw as he attempted to breath fire out of reflex. The reptile was annoyed, his shoulders and limbs felt itchy, his stomach was hurting as if he had a bad lunch and his head felt like it was going to burst! The warmth of the surface seemed to beckon to him, telling him to shun the cold water and to come up to feel the breeze of the island nearby. Godzilla was feeling some sort of pressure he had never experienced before.

From one second to another, being underwater had become an ordeal his body could not fathom. His extremities writhed and his head thrashed in unison to the horrible pulses in his brain. His claws grabbed the solid surface in front of him and, assisted by his plantigrade feet gripping the wall of the island, the gigantic creature began to climb up like a primate in the wild attempting to escape a voracious predator. The sun above was more alluring than ever before. He wanted to emerge, to seize the dryness his body craved so much, so the cramps in his muscles would vanish, so the headache would stop!

"Mooom! The beach's so boring!" a child clamored while tugging at her immovable parent's legs. "When are we going to the movies?"

"Soon, dear," the young mother turned a page on her magazine as she rolled on her side. "Why don't you go play in the sea with your older brother?"

"But Tommy's playing with gross things. They're so disgusting and... gross!"

Softly smiling to her daughter, the woman patted the bonnet on her small head and encouraged her towards her older child. "Now be nice to Tom's hobbies. There are all sorts of creatures in the sea, and not all of them are as impressive. Why don't you ask him to show you?"

"Alright." The little girl pouted in defeat, grabbed her little plastic shovel and toy bucket and rushed off to the shore. The mother was glad to have earned a little respite from her energetic pair's restlessness. It hadn't been a good week of vacation; her husband had promised her quality family time, but even she got tired of playing 24/7 with her darlings, and the man was nowhere to be seen for the last two days!

"Sorry Claire, I know I promised you a family vacation, but I have to take care of some important business here in the island. I'll be there for dinner though, alright?" It was the usual excuse, which he usually respected, but Claire hadn't seen him for the last 48 hours and was starting to grow worried. Ted spoke little about his job, and even less about his clients, so it was hard to know exactly what was going on or when he would be free. The mysteries and distrust were combining to get at her. The kids didn't see him enough either, she was starting to ponder a divorce.

"Eeek! Tommy, that's so big and gross!"

"No way, it's awesome! Mom, look at what we found!"

"I'm looking, dears," Claire said without looking away from her magazine, though she was lost in her own thoughts anyway.

"No, really, you have to see it mom! It's... whoa, it's coming out!" Tom was sounding extra excited, which disrupted Claire's train of thought and made her reach down for her can of diet soda as she put down her magazine. She stopped when she saw the sea water and foam wash over her things and knock the can over. Claire hurried to take the can off the floor before it got washed back into the sea and swore quietly when she couldn't reach her towel in time. She briefly wondered why the tide was so high. Briefly, because as soon as she stood up to go after the towel and caught it by her children, the young woman, as well as half of the beach became engulfed by the shadow cast by a towering creature of unprecedented size and girth.

The immutable silence that took hold of the beach goers exploded into screams of chaotic disorder as the greatly oversized reptilian took a step forwards and sent a wave of seawater that knocked the lifeguard post over and urged everyone to run away. Godzilla's heavy footfalls had marked his entrance, and the following mighty roar that accompanied it sealed the deal.

"MONSTER!" the clamors of unspeakable terror seething from the people's hearts were only matched by the running speeds of their legs that carried them as far away from the green giant as possible. Godzilla stomped in, uncaring of the damage he was causing to the umbrellas or chairs as long as there was nobody under or on them. He needed to stretch and bellow his frustrations out of his system. He couldn't find the Calico or his friends anywhere nearby, only the panicked masses fleeing his mighty form; he didn't blame them for calling him a monster, he was feared even by his equals that he had bested over the years.

The headache was lifting, and he didn't feel as nauseous anymore, but a strong case of anxiety was now driving him. Where was that signal coming from? He could feel it nearby, but nowhere around his current location; had his migraine led him astray? Godzilla usually didn't botch emergences. His chest rose and fell heavily as he felt an unusual urge take over, his eyes dilating as he began to press forwards, convincing the little people below to scatter and leave everything behind lest they became paste under his feet.

Claire was shaking. Her first instinct had been to let go of whatever she had been carrying at the time and throw herself on top of the little ones. Tom was under her left arm and a crying Priscilla was gripping Claire's shoulder and inflicting some pain on her sides with her desperate clinging. The poor little girl had been fear-struck the most. "Shh, baby... it's gone... it's..." Claire stopped herself and tentatively looked behind her while pressing both son and daughter against her chest. The wall of green scales had somehow missed squishing them despite being directly in its way. The giant dinosaur-esque creature was still there, but slowly advancing towards the city. "Oh my god, Ted! He's still at the agency." She kept the thought captive at her throat, not wanting to alter her children's moods any further.

Tom in particular didn't seem as disturbed as poor Priscilla was. She looked at the silent boy and his paralyzed blue eyes. "Don't worry, Tommy. Just don't look behind me, look at me. We're going to carefully pick our things up and go get your father, alright?" As little Tom nodded, Claire became worried at how compliant her son suddenly acted; the poor thing wasn't going to get near the water anytime soon either.

"Monster! It's coming this way!"

"Run for your lives!"

The screams and shouting didn't stop. Godzilla had trampled down the beach and clumsily crushed several patches of palm trees in his way towards the source of the signal. The normally bustling city of New Jiao had against any and all probabilities become even noisier after its newest attraction made its unwanted appearance.

The pounding in his head had returned with a vengeance not a few minutes after his walk had begun. Godzilla's movement was compromised due to the migraine. He had to make inhumane effort simply to not catch moving objects; he guessed were innocent people, under his massive paws or swept up by his thick tail. What the screaming civilians low below could not understand however was that the giant was quickly losing control to his own body. Urges he had long repressed in honor to his friendship with the Calico crew were resurfacing, and he couldn't easily restrain himself anymore. Now even the sun was irritating him, he was slowly losing it.

But he had to make it to the signal. He had to make it to his friends, to see what was wrong! His fangs clamped together like an annoyed oyster as his irritable headache forced him to stop to reincorporate himself. His tensed pectoral muscles bulged in unison with his biceps as his right hand fell on top of an apartment building, its ceiling collapsing under the incalculable weight and force applied. In absence of a stress ball, Godzilla mindlessly started closing his clawed fingers around the roof of the building, his fist shaking as debris started squeezing out between his fingers the more he gripped. Eventually, a loud crack sealed the building's fate when the annoyed lizard tore its top off and stomped the ground with fury, letting out another mighty bellow that further exacerbated the panic.

The road ahead of him meant nothing short of an ordeal. In his feverish strides, Godzilla had ventured into the commercial zone of New Jiao's downtown, where the buildings and boulevards were never in scarce. His carefulness abandoned him when his enormous feet started to trample over the smaller shops and cause him to trip over a shopping mall. Several people were alerted of a great shadow absorbing the light of the free skylight before they all scattered when a gigantic lizard belly overtook the ceiling and then demolished the mall. Godzilla groaned in slight annoyance instead of in pain, he slammed a fist on the asphalt by the parking lot in frustration, sending car alarms haywire, convincing people that using their legs to escape were preferable for the time being.

When Godzilla stood up, he found himself enclosed between two large apartment buildings coming up to his armpits. His wide hips, the ones responsible for his incredible pelvic strength capable of driving all of his bulk around, had become entrapped by the two buildings, sandwiching the reptile in an uncomfortable position. Instead of panicking however, the mighty beast instead twirled his body, grinding the obstinate buildings apart.

The people below watched in amazement as two of the largest hotels in New Jiao fell before the simplest of moves from a creature whose only wish was to be free of constraint. They heard him roar as his claws came down and smashed the towers together against his sides, forced to see the debris fall like dust on the body of the giant. Convinced that Godzilla was not a lizard of patience, the masses resumed their chaotic exodus whilst the titan continued to squeeze through the town and, in constant clumsiness, destroy it.

Godzilla's implacable advance took out more than the buildings he actively had to squeeze through. The moment he stepped on the main street, his feet were quick to itch at the vast amount of paraphernalia getting caught between his toes. He had to jump on one foot at one point to claw the remains of a hotdog stand that had messily covered one of the bridges between toes with its contents. He was a giant beast, but he was disgusted by wasted food.

The team of fire fighters were one of the bravest men, but they sadly had received no training on how to react to a 300ft. tall reptile trampling down their city. Abandoned fire trucks were one of the many victims that became nothing more than metal pancakes on the ground. Godzilla only noticed them when his heavy foot falls decimated a fire hydrant in his way, which began to cover the soles of his feet in fresh water that reminded him of his situation only half an hour ago. He had been in the sea, calm, wishing for excitement. Excitement was his, but at what price? He couldn't fight the discomfort he was currently feeling, and his confusion was only growing the more he advanced towards where he thought the signal was calling him out to.

At one point, the massive giant had convinced himself that his companions had finally been found at the top of one of the many downtown buildings, but they turned out to be another group of scared people. On a different occasion, he thought them to be on a lower floor, which prompted him to push his snout in against the windows and receive horrified screams of people who had not yet vacated in return. If he couldn't trust his eyes, then his nose would not fail. Other than staining the glass with a snort of disappointment, he didn't manage a lot.

Curiosity called him out when he noticed a particularly loud car speeding away from him, which could have been a clue. He didn't know why he was looking at it with such reverence, but the vehicle could have been driven by Captain Majors or Dr. Darien, or Pete or Carl! He didn't know, but he had to make sure. He chased the car.

"God, why is it after ME?!" the poor police-man in his orange all-terrain four by four had decided that asking a giant to surrender to the law was not going to have any effect, but Godzilla's presence in town had not deterred looters from taking advantage of the situation, which the police COULD take care of. The sergeant felt stupid for having stuck around now.

But Godzilla didn't know who he was chasing. The jeep was erratically moving soon, as if trying to avoid him. Godzilla was clumsy in his pursuit, unable to coordinate his steps due to the chaos in his head. As a result, his bulk was responsible for several more crushed large and small buildings, stands, trees and even more fire hydrants that prompted the fire department to evacuate the area for good.

Eventually, the fleeing 4x4 became cornered by Godzilla, who leaned down and growled, as if yelling a "Hello!" that obviously nobody could understand. He was desperate, seeking for any sort of reply, when the jeep suddenly burst backwards in a U-turn and attempted to escape again. Godzilla, unprepared for the violent swerve, counted with little time to move his feet, so the desperate policeman instead crashed onto Godzilla's left foot and went up at full acceleration until it impacted at his ankle. The resulting shock was of little consequence for the giant, who reached down to pull the vehicle up to his eyes' level.

"Let me go, please! I have a wife and children!" the sergeant pleaded, struggling with his seatbelt. Godzilla was disappointed. This wasn't Majors or Pete or Carl. A snort of his nostrils stained the windshield and the policeman nearly evacuated in his pants, but then Godzilla gently set the orange jeep back on the ground level. And just like that, the confused giant walked off, leaving the terrified man behind.

To the population, the king-sized monster had just claimed New Jiao as its playground. To Godzilla, his pain had only just begun.

Ted Robertson was a programmer and public face who belonged to an important pharmaceutical company in charge of supplying prescription drugs and other important medicine for drugstores and minor pharmacies around three different continents. His chemist partner had to take a leave of absence and in his place, Robertson had decided to bring his wife, a major in animal biological studies and his two children to Scissor Island for a paradisiacal vacation. He figured the meetings to incorporate the touristic attraction to their client list wouldn't take long; the island counted with farms and industrial complexes that could not rescind medicals that Robertson's company could provide; and after that was done he could spend some time with Claire and the children. Unfortunately, the touristic committee was very uptight both about confidentiality regularizations AND prices.

His lawyer, in conference with the committee's legal aide, was finally reaching an agreement after two days of constant haggling and deliberation. Robertson felt tired and spent, his partner was better at business deals, which was why Ted was usually the one putting the smile out when he wasn't working in the lab. He was afraid the idea of bringing his family aboard to the island hadn't been such a great idea when he began to notice Claire's disdain and her impatience for his multi-million deal; he understood her demands, but the company was equally, if not more demanding of his time and attention, now even more so thanks to his partner's absence.

"We can offer you a 15% discount for bulk purchases surpassing the 10,000 packages and more," Mr. Dudley, the company's lawyer, spoke through the laptop hooked to teleconference. Robertson silently contemplated the board's reaction of preponderating thought, still wondering about the aggressive demand for prescription drugs. According to their papers, they didn't count with more than two factories and several parcels of land to produce; how many first aid kits did they actually need to cover for regulations? New Jiao, the main city, didn't have more than five hospitals, and they were talking about bi-weekly resupplies. Something smelled fishy.

Robertson cursed his choice of mental phrasing when all of a sudden the stench of sea water pervaded the open-window pent-house and alerted the committee and its legal aide. Every pair of eyes directed themselves outside and questions about the proximity of the building to the beach filled the room. Nobody was sure why, but the area suddenly smelled as if a fishnet had opened inside. Robertson hurried to the window after excusing himself; he didn't like fish at all. He lit a cigarette as the cool breeze at the highest spot in New Jiao hit his cheeks and tried to breathe through his mouth instead. For some reason, there was an awful amount of noise, much more so than usual, coming from below. Robertson approached the edge of the building and the cigarette fell from his hands when the phrase: "Bringing the wife and kids with me might not have been the best idea after all" invaded his brain.

A gigantic saurian-like creature fit for a monster movie, half the size of the very building he was standing at the top of, was tearing the place apart under them. The screeches of cars, the cries of people and the blaring of the peace keepers, firefighting trucks and ambulances' sirens suddenly had become a lot more understandable. Robertson had never seen anything like it, but the question at the forefront of his mind wasn't "What?" or "How?" but rather "Why?"

Godzilla held by his head while dragging his fingers down on the nearest building for support, leaving broad gashes on concrete and glass alike, shattering it all under sharp clawed digits. Opening his eyes briefly revealed the diminutive shapes of humans scrambling inside the office building his hand had invaded; some of them had been pushed by the sheer force of the impact and he could see them dangling on the remains of the 24th floor for dear life. It hadn't been his intention; he wasn't there to harm humans! Drawing on his willpower, Godzilla managed a moment of control to seize the screaming humans onto his palm.

"Don't eat me!"

"I don't taste good!"

"Let me go, you monster!"

Their words were harsh, but Godzilla couldn't judge them, not after what he had done to them and definitely not after what he had already done to the island. Godzilla wanted to apologize, he wanted to make things right, but they couldn't understand him; nobody could. The headache was unbearable, the buzzing in his inner ears was driving him wild, uncontrollable! He could feel control was slowly slipping away, so before things got bad he squatted down and lowered his hand to the ground. Surprised, but no less terrified, the humans helped each other climbing off until they were all off and could resume their escape. The perturbed giant followed them with his big eyes and clenched his claws tightly; just a couple more seconds and he would've irrevocably squished all those small people into red goop, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself. He needed to calm himself, but that task appeared impossible.

Unused to being dominated, Godzilla's anger only began to grow, not at the situation or his state, but at himself. He was a force to be reckoned with, and under no circumstance could there be any bigger enemy than himself; and losing to anyone, especially to himself, was unforgivable. Godzilla, in his throes of pain, slammed a fist on the ground, sending a rippling shockwave along the asphalt, sinking the abandoned vehicles and a cornucopia of other objects into the resulting fissures. His powerful muscles, kept in shape due to his constant swimming and hunting, had kept him strong enough to be devastating even after the unwanted sabbatical.

The advance through the city was only growing in difficulty, even more so thanks to the backlash of Godzilla's demolishing strength. With busted open streets, the population was forced to funnel through the same alleyways and alternative paths, which unfortunately led them around or through Godzilla's area. The gigantic being was not himself, he could hardly control his actions, much less his accuracy; but he could not stop. He couldn't wait until the panic subsided, no, it would never happen. Humans never stopped, they never calmed down as long as creatures like him were around. The large groups were becoming a pain to sort through without squishing them into bloody pulps, so he made his best attempt at turning but felt a sharp pain in his head when he forced himself.

Holding by his head and closing his eyes to help stifle the pain, Godzilla pushed through and, while his hips knocked down another set of buildings, his attention was drawn back down when a jarring cacophony of screams nearly destroyed his timpani. Amplified due to the vibrational interference affecting his senses, Godzilla was unable to ignore the screaming voices of helplessness beneath him as they all joined to beg for their lives, freezing his right foot in front of him before he took his latest would-be deadliest step. Down below, he could sense over thirty people, all of them scared and crying, swearing or simply silently awaiting their doom.

The people below could only wait, until some of them started to notice that, beyond all reason, their bodies were intact, and they were in fact still very much alive. The mighty Godzilla had not stomped them. They didn't know why, but they didn't care. There was a gigantic clawed foot with a sole broad enough to take them all down with it, and none of the persons there voted to stay to find out how that could turn out.

Godzilla felt a tinge of relief when they began to scatter and run away for dear life. He thanked their self-preservation instinct when his foot, heavier than the biggest kaiju he had fought before right now, fell with great weight and cracked the asphalt below. He only hoped that he would not run into a similar situation again, or the victim count would quickly rise.

The gargantuan reptile wanted to stop himself, so he tried knocking himself unconscious by banging his head against the asphalt. He only managed to tear a new hole in the street after sinking it right down. The pain in his head only managed to exacerbate his discomfort rather than put him down to sleep. Godzilla got back up and looked around his massive bulk to make sure he could make out the screams of people among the noise driving him mad. He could hear them in the distance, the disruptive noise scattering his brain was always there, but Godzilla could pick up the sounds of sirens and bustling activity from far away. They had finally left. He had the immediate surroundings to himself.

After standing up straight, Godzilla roared and punched the deserted, crushed building in front of him. The weight of his fist sent the upper floors flying into the contiguous buildings, which in turn were capped and a domino effect of destruction began. Unable to hold his frustration back, the lizard began to use both hands to pound the crushed building down, pulverizing the construction into nothing more than rubble. Then he kicked the remains and spun to raze the ground and building bases with his powerful tail.

From his vantage point, Robertson could easily watch Godzilla shoving a building down with his powerful arms, sinewy limbs of thick muscle that packed more strength than a thousand bulldozers destroying what man had built with months of dedication in mere instants. The creature's thick legs, pillars of vascular might and raw power, were bearing down on streetlights, deserted cars as well as other smaller man-made objects. Robertson couldn't help but notice how the creature's rampage was being fueled by some sort of pain, an expression of unrestricted, almost bestial rage. There was no special reason for him to notice it, but he could tell by how the giant was moving and attacking that his targets were devoid of ill-intention, but fueled by the need to outlet frustration. The pained lizard's expression of fury and confusion were not unlike his son's temper tantrums during his earlier years of infancy. "That thing's in pain?" it wasn't anything more than a rhetorical question, but nobody could really answer it for Robertson. A hand seized his arm and pulled him off the handrail.

"Come on, Mr. Robertson! We're evacuating the premises!" one of the guards that had likely been dispatched by the building's security office was staring at him while he forcibly pulled him. The board had probably ordered him to be evacuated after them. Just how long had he been staring at the display of sheer untamed destruction...? Robertson had been so distracted that he hadn't even been able to pay attention to the vibrating smart phone in his chest pocket.

"Gentlemen, the situation's critical, though it appears we have time on our side." News channels were being flipped on several wall-mounted displays, filling a well-lit room chock full of share-holders assembled to discuss the situation in Scissor Island.

"Exactly what do you mean we "have time on our side", Albert?! That thing's tearing up the island faster than a bombing raid could, and it shows no signs of stopping! We're lucky as it is there have been no civilian casualties reported so far! The PR backlash could ruin us!"

"Ignacio-san, calm yourself. What Albert-san means is that while the kaiju is busy leveling New Jiao, it gives us time to round the plantations and extract our interests from the Island with acceptable losses."

"Thank you, Takeru. As I was saying, we have time on our side. We're ready to send interception teams from headquarters to add to the strike teams." Albert pushed a button on his laptop, producing the holographic image of a made-ready battalion of well-armed soldiers, APCs (Armored Personal Carriers) and fighter jets stationed in the island.

"I understand these men are trained to protect our plantations and factories from spies and unwanted authorities. Takeru, the vehicles are your company's; how much will this run us?"

"That would depend on how many need to be replaced after this."

"Replacements?! Are you saying these won't be enough?"

"I'm saying we can't send them all at once, Ignacio-san."

"Takeru's right," Albert interjected, "A response team makes sense for security purposes, but an all-out attack on that creature without an established military force on paper will mean questions we're not ready to answer."

"That's right!" Ignacio conceded, and both of his share-holders could see he put a tissue to his sweating bald head, "We've never had to use that much firepower before, heck, this is the first time we call for an APC or a fighter..."

"We can't afford anybody to make questions about military-grade ordinance or equipment in the island, Ignacio-san."

"I know that! What about the evidence in the factories?"

Albert was the one to answer. "My contacts are bribing the extraction officials as we speak. We can only use so many, you understand. With media choppers swarming the place, the extractions need to be... tactical."

"Alright, Albert, out with it! How much will we be able to salvage? Are the women a priority? They come from MY brothels, you know!"

"Don't you worry, Ignacio-san. We'll extract every single one and have them distribute the produce and take it back to us. We'll have the designated caretakers go with each group they make."

"Good! Finally good news. This has been nothing short of a disaster! I told you both Scissor Island was going to be a bad choice, I told you so! Ever since we caught that pesky spy and executed him, I've only gotten bad vibes from that location!!"

"We had no way of knowing a creature like that rested under the island. We can only pray it doesn't reach our well-placed "Industry" before we can get rid of all the incriminating evidence that could be linked back to us."

The streets had been chaos all morning. With the giant lizard on a rampage, Claire and her children had been forced to sort through uncountable amounts of obstacles in the way to the hotel. Claire abstained from swearing every time her husband's voicemail picked up when she tried to contact him. Part of her hated him for bringing them to this cursed island, but another part of her worried for his safety. But the real worry was placed in her children that she was having trouble to lead. Priscilla couldn't run, she had to be carried. Little Tom could keep a good pace, but he was showing signs of exhaustion after the first three miles; vehicles weren't operating so taxis were out of the question. "Here honey, let's take a rest. I still have a few sodas on me. Do you want to drink one?"

After sitting down by a relatively intact toy shop, Claire made sure Tom was sitting next to her so he didn't have to look into the distance. The sight of Godzilla far away from them was astounding as it was horrifying. Never before in her life of studying animal biology had the young adult mother ever seen anything quite like the giant reptilian wrecking the city of New Jiao like it was its playground.

At one point of watching the creature seemingly revel in its destructive romp, Claire was found by one of the evacuation trucks rounding civilians up in the city. Prioritizing her children, the woman made sure they were safely strapped to the vehicle seats as the armed soldier beside her explained they were going to lead her and her kids to safety. "What is that creature? Why is it here?" she asked out of desperation as she was helped up to sit beside her kids.

"We're not sure ourselves, ma'am. Were you the only ones in your group?" he diverted, giving Claire a moment to ponder calling her husband. She quickly took her phone out and sped-dialed Ted. After a couple of beeps, he finally picked up.

Claire didn't even wait for Robertson to greet, the moment she heard a click she vociferated: "Ted! Ted, oh my god. Are you alright?!"

"Honey, I'm here, I'm fine" the sound of his voice for some reason put a feeling of ease in Claire, who until then had been pondering divorcing her interlocutor. "Please tell me you and the kids are safe."

"We just were picked up by a Humvee," Claire looked as the soldier patted the side of the vehicle before the driver started accelerating, "They told us we're going to an extraction zone. Ted, where are you?"

"The board got extracted when the creature got too close, I'm with them. Don't worry about me, Claire. I'll talk to the people here so they can get you three to where I am. Hang tight, this'll be over soon." Robertson's words were full of confidence, Claire didn't understand why. Did he know something she didn't? Her attention shifted from the phone to the creature in the distance as they sped through a straight lane.

Claire could see it roaring now, flames spewing out into the sky like a giant gosh-darn furnace. Under different circumstances, studying a life form like this would have signified a challenge. Excitement traveled up her spine and she immediately felt guilt, hugging her children closer to her body. At any other moment, studying the incredibly humanoid shape of the creature in spite of its clear reptilian features would have signified the dream of any dedicated researcher, but the passion of her job signified very little in the face of the danger looming over her children due to the monster's unstoppable rampage. Anger replaced the feeling of dread in her quickly as she thought where the police were in all of this. Where was the gosh-darn military? This wasn't normal, but this wasn't something that couldn't be solved by bombing the giant freak! Or so she wanted to tell herself. Was the military even ready to pick a fight with something as large and powerful as this god-like lizard?

They had no idea who they were dealing with. Fully armored tanks had suddenly made an appearance in the wrecked city of New Jiao. Godzilla cursed them for not going away like the rest. He cursed himself for looking at them with the same anger he was destining to himself and his current state. Warning shots impacted his hard scaled skin, followed by a barrage of attacks in the form of bullet storm topped with more explosive shells. Godzilla, unharmed, growled at them to desist. His lack of communicational skills was ignored in favor of extra rounds of heavy weapon discharges and more explosions. Godzilla, devoid of care for his aggressors, did as the hulking creature he was and swept his tail around, using what restraint he could to keep it above the head of the infantry. He hadn't asked for this to happen; in a way, he cursed his over-eager wishes for a fight; this wasn't something that resulted in joy, it was going to be a one-sided massacre if they continued to provoke him!

With his tail narrowly missing decapitating heads but effectively toppling a good number of APCs, the 30 story tall giant roared down at the attackers, demanding their retreat. The wordless threat was obeyed only by the infantry, but only to relocate behind the available cover and resume their attack from a different angle. Godzilla was starting to lose his patience as he saw the flash of cannons before more salvos were discharged down his way. He braced for the multiple impacts from the variety of weapons: anti-tank ammunition, rocket propelled grenades, armor-piercing shells, among others. They were going heavier as they realized his toughness didn't merely come from his size, but also his dense and thick muscles as well as his hard scales. Still, Godzilla wasn't more than inconvenienced by their attempts at harming him. He was annoyed like a mammoth if ants had decided to start throwing sticks and stones at it.

"It's driving him back, we got him, captain!" one of the APC drivers vociferated. The captain of the battalion was watching with his binoculars and smiling.

"Give the bastard everything we've got! If we can't blow it up, then drive it back to wherever the hell it came from!" As he barked the orders left and right for his men to regroup and attack, the shots continued, but the captain was unable to notice Godzilla making his advance towards them, masked by the resulting cloud of gunpowder dust screening the battlefield after so many successive discharges. At that point, it was difficult to tell if they were actually hitting their target. "Sonofa- can anyone see it? Hold your fire, hold your fire damnit!"

After the loudness of gunshots and cannons being fired was gone, hearing was restored to most of the combatants, especially the grizzled ones. With the dust cloud rapidly clearing, the soldiers busied themselves reloading their weapons and keeping ready. With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, a huge set of green clawed fingers seized the captain's tank and ripped it off from the ground.

"Fuck! It's got us! Jump corporal, I SAID JUMP!" the captain quickly pulled out his driver and both jumped off before Godzilla had managed to get it too high. Both soldiers hit the ground and rolled before rushing back to cover.

Godzilla took note of that and immediately resolved to show them the futility of their attack. He growled and gripped the APC with both hands. The metal groaned, a tough material he hadn't had the chance to test his strength with yet. Godzilla admitted to its strength, but all the same it began to give when enough pressure was applied; his muscles bulged, ripped biceps bulging and pectorals pulsing as he made the clanking metal collapse on itself. The soldiers were helpless and impressed as their target, until then believed to have been suppressed, began to compress a goddamn tank in its hands as if it was a tin can. When it was reduced to nothing more than a ball of scrap metal, Godzilla reared his right hand back and suddenly planted destroyed tank into a relatively sane building, finishing to decimate both building and APC into nothing but a crumpled-down mess.

"Y-you see what it did?" one of the soldiers asked, nervously holding his gun with no desire to engage. The rest seemed to share his opinion until the captain shouted out loudly.

"Don't let the muscle-bound oaf intimidate you! We're winning this fight, whether it can bench-press the goddamn island or crush a fighter jet against it head! DESTROY IT, DAMNIT!"

Bright muzzle flashes followed the short speech, during which only half of the deployed forces decided to stay and back their yelling captain up. More loud explosions began to fill the streets, but they immediately were drowned out by Godzilla's characteristic roars for dominance.

His show of strength hadn't worked. They were still coming. The fools! Godzilla couldn't think of anything but how angry he was at their obstinate attack. That part of him that was driving him wild, the part of him that was driving him out of control, was telling him to retaliate and punish them for their idiocy. Godzilla couldn't help it. He was tensing up, bulging everywhere in his body, ready to unleash hell on the pitiful insects. It was the easiest way. He had to get to the source of the signal and save his friends!

"What do you mean we're not waiting for the civilians?!" Robertson exploded, catching one of his would-be clients off-guard. "My family's back there. At least wait until they reach us!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Robertson..." A slight pause on the bureaucrat's apology only served to anger Robertson further. The committee member stepped back as the man in front of him advanced with a look of determination he wasn't ready to confront, "This area is cordoned off. The island's security force is engaging that monster and it's driving them back. We can't afford to wait until everybody is rounded up before extracting; the fallen debris is making it difficult for the convoy to advance. You have to come with us! The creature's trajectory indicates it will be coming this way, it's too late for..."

"No, screw that! I have to wait for my wife and children."

"Suit yourself! Stay if you want!" the man finally exploded, adjusting his glasses while staring back at the taller man, "Now let go of me before I decide to declare you a threat as well!"

Robertson couldn't help it. He wanted to punch the insensate man's stupid face off. At that point however, it wouldn't get him anywhere, so he let go of the suit's collar and turned around to look at the bright explosions in the distance. "Claire, Tom, Priscilla..." he ran his hands against his scalp, messing his hair up as he leaned against one of the windows of the coastal building.

His anxiety only grew as he watched more and more executives boarding helicopters or sea-faring extraction vehicles to escape the island. There wasn't a single one left after a few minutes, and Robertson was left with only a few soldiers getting ready to join the military's effort to fight Godzilla. Only the uptown population had left alongside a few workers, most of them women, a realization that made Robertson's blood boil. If the military truly was going to eventually reach this side of the island with its contingency, the rest of New Jiao would have to wait until the extraction did the rounds and came back while in the middle of a firefight with a 300ft. tall beast! There would be no safe place left at that point. Robertson knew Scissor Island was a small place, but the least they could've done was think of more than just one dock for entering and exiting; without mentioning the amount of available vehicles for extraction.

The only thing Robertson could do was waiting for results. He couldn't call Claire again. Not simply because he was afraid of telling her she and the children would need join the convoy like everyone else; and be rounded up for the docks while the incompetent military filled the uptown area of New Jiao with deflected projectiles and flying debris; but the line wasn't working for some reason. The prerecorded message on his phone continued repeating: "The number you're trying to reach is either out of service range or turned off."

"Why now, damnit...?" Robertson groaned. If Claire's phone was turned off at this point it probably meant it had been destroyed. The thought that her ride could've been intercepted by either the crossfire or one of the confused lizard's attacks terrified him. He wanted to smash his smart phone; what good did such an expensive thing do if it couldn't communicate him with the love of his life in a moment like this? Robertson resolved to do something, anything. He couldn't just sit still and wait anymore, he simply couldn't.

Looking around the deserted area, Robertson finally noticed the control tower of the bay area and an idea occurred to him. Maybe there were more boats around than they let on. If he could access their radar system, he could probably find them and signal them for help. Then they would have a way to extract more people faster! He made sure his laptop was on working conditions and prepped his homebrew hacking applications on his smartphone in case he needed them.

As he had suspected, the doors to the control tower had been locked with an electronic lock requiring a special identification key card. Fortunately, he was able to connect his laptop and quickly work through the patterns necessary to get inside. "Could've sold them some white hat services," he chuckled momentarily, amused by the ease of bypassing security. Robertson hurried up the stairs and threw himself at the chair in front of the console and its instruments. The power was still on, he was glad about regulations. It took him a few extra minutes, but access to the mainframe was granted to him.

"Damnit!" Robertson cursed. The radar got to work on him, but the blips that were in its radius were quickly leaving. It wasn't until he noticed a single unmoving blip that he became reincorporated. "This one... it's an unregistered ship. I can't even make out its size or type from this feed. Damn." Robertson shifted on his seat and nearly tore the microphone off its pod with a firm grip. He was about to yell into the microphone when he realized a panel under the radar was sliding down, disturbed by his excessive amount of force. "What's this?"

Robertson uncovered a second screen with a high definition LCD by sliding the panel down and realized the blip he had been looking at was being represented on the LCD clearly as a ship with the naming under: "Scientific Vessel Calico". "This is a ridge-mounted camera." Robertson blinked in surprise, immediately able to recognize the surveillance equipment since before getting into his partnership for the pharmaceutical, he used to work on and sell security systems. "This is meant to intercept intruding ships, but according to the surveillance tape, this ship barely arrived. They must've not had the time to intercept it since the creature arrived about at the same..."

Robertson shook his head. Mysteries could wait. Right now they needed the Calico's help. "S.V. Calico!" he yelled into the microphone after tuning the correct frequency, "This is Tom Robertson, do you copy? S.V. Calico!" he insisted, getting no sort of response. The ship was floating there; nobody seemed to be on deck. Was it a ghost ship? "S.V. Calico, respond! Damnit!"

Defeated, he looked at the instruments one more time, realizing the ship wasn't that far away from the bay area. It was docked by one of the old fishing wharfs according to what the display showed him. "If there really isn't anybody in it, then I can probably man it myself. Probably..." he winced; Robertson knew how to drive a car, but he had never tried a Scientific Vessel before. "It's our best shot. If they don't clear the debris in time, it'll be too late for the convoy. I have to bring this thing around to help with the extraction!"

Finally, with a plan in his mind, Robertson picked his stuff up and rushed out of the tower, carrying with him the print of the coordinates and relative positioning for the Calico. It was the only thing he could do to rescue his family!

"Mooom! Mom, wake up!" Priscilla's high-pitched cries were slowly bringing her back to the land of the conscious. The little girl's smudged face brought a tear to Claire's eyes as she reached to gently stroke her daughter's cheek; Tom was hugging her, crying about not leaving them, Claire put a hand on his head to reassure him; they were both fine. Claire felt a small pounding in her head and realized there were a few trickles of blood running down her forehead from a little cut. She tried to remember what had happened.

A few minutes earlier, the convoy of Humvees and other extraction vehicles had to stop due to a particularly large obstruction in the form of a collapsed building after a deflected grenade blasted its foundations right off. With the road blocked and the sides around it non-maneuverable, the demolition squad was racing to deploy charges to clear the rubble and allow the convoy to advance. Things were going as planned until everybody saw a compacted tank fly overhead and smash one of the front vehicles. The resulting impact caused the lead vehicle to explode and send such a strong shockwave that, in the best of cases, rattled the other cars, and in the worst, like Claire had to live through, the entire thing was flipped around on its back like a turtle. Unprepared for such a rough move, Claire only counted with her reflexes and instincts to protect her children. She remembered seeing her phone fly off her hands to god-knows-where as she cradled her kids to her chest when the world began to spin. Everything went black after that.

With her mind clear, Claire asked Tom if he could help Priscilla down while she unstrapped and came out. A soldier appeared dragging one of his wounded peers and gently set him down before rushing over to them after noticing the family. "We have three more here! One has a cut, the kids are fine! Help me get the woman out!"

Claire's emotional state was very fickle at that moment. She didn't know if to cry or laugh. The view outside was terrible. Due to some divine providence, there had been no deaths, but all the same, the wounded were evenly spread among both the military and the civilians. Would they make it out alive before they destroyed themselves...?

Godzilla had finally run out of patience for good. Every moment he had dedicated to being an understanding, neutral and passive-aggressive being had been wasted. He needed some time to gather his thoughts, fight through the mess in his head, but they would not help him. They would only seek to harm him. He returned the favor with interest.

Clawed feet and hands sliced through metal and concrete like a hot knife through butter. His big arms added to his defense by swinging and slapping the incoming rockets and tank shells right back at his attackers. Godzilla could see it every time the dust cleared: They were running out of APCs, and their forces were dwindling by the second. He let out a victorious roar when the last one was crushed under his mighty feet, its pilot running away while screaming. The destruction was righteous, their loss inevitable, it felt good. Godzilla had triumphed, his enemies had been destroyed. He had achieved his solace and crushed those that would impede him. At that point, an empty void opened deep down in his gut. The giant reached down with a claw to feel his belly, hit by so many bullets and explosions that would have decimated any other lesser creature, yet it only presented a slight annoyance to the mighty king of the kaiju.

Yes, Godzilla was the king. An unstoppable force of nature, the very essence of power and size compacted into a frame of well-built muscle and thick armored hide. But the void inside of him wasn't closing even with the burst of confidence he was feeling. The realization that he was the last one of his species, save from his adopted Godzooky, was depressing him all of a sudden. He didn't know if it was his burning headache or if he was hungry, but that feeling of dread inside him wasn't letting up.

Squatting down, the massive lug took a good moment to appraise the destruction he had single-handedly delivered and felt his tummy rumble. No, he would not eat humans, but his gut was telling him to feed. It wasn't good sustenance, but he had to fill that void, or he felt it would destroy him. Desperate for food, Godzilla growled and suddenly punched a hole into a building, gripping tightly before ripping what he could outside. He opened his maw decorated by rows of sharp teeth and deposited the contents in his palm down on his serpentine-like tongue. He chewed only for a moment, coating it all in his hot saliva so he could easily ball it up and swallow the debris like a well-masticated candy. Godzilla knelt down and went for the rest of the building, devouring it with brutish disposition until it was reduced to its basic supports. He roared and spun around, tail tearing through the base of the apartment building behind him. Godzilla caught it before it collapsed and began to chew through it as if it was a buttered corncob. Like that, New Jiao's downtown quickly became an all-you-can-eat buffet.

But that only lasted until Godzilla's ravenous hunger became secondary to the insatiable hollow growing inside of him. The monster-sized lizard growled, not due a tummy-ache, but out of discomfort. Not even while distracting himself with food was he able to resolve that sadness swirling inside his mind along the ringing in his inner ears. The voice inside was telling him to seek relief, to take care of himself like he has never properly done. Without anyone at his size to be with, Godzilla had always craved company of the same variety that most of the world's creatures already counted with. To him, solace was common, but not entirely enjoyed. Godzilla felt helpless all of a sudden. All those years of abstinence and control suddenly meant nothing to him; he could feel his groin was on fire. Pressure was gathered at the base of his tail, his internal testicle sack pulsing and aching with the need for release. Godzilla growled. It was happening. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

The scaly titan gripped one of the relatively intact buildings and held it close to his chest. The bulky pectoral muscles were like heavy slabs of beef ready to press down and crush the windowed outer surface, but Godzilla abstained from destroying it just yet. He held it tightly, as if it was something that mattered to him. Right or wrong didn't matter, his brain was swimming amidst a raging sea of hormones, and the building in front of him wasn't a building anymore. The pressure at his crotch released briefly and a long, meaty log of reptile hood dropped to hang semi-limply between his legs, nestled between the two plump scaly balls that had rolled out of the lizard's protective pouch the moment his arousal settled in. Godzilla was horny.

The sexually excited male's member began to gain girth and length as its owner started rubbing it against the building he pretended to hump. All that time alone Godzilla had learned to cope with as part of his reality had become twisted thanks to the mess in his head, and he was about to screw the apartment building in front of him in order to satisfy himself. He knew it was wrong to do this to something built by humans that weren't meant to harm anyone, but Godzilla's brain was on auto-pilot. His hardon was throbbing wildly, at its full size of over 60ft., huge even for his proportions. Clear liquid was dribbling from the tip in copious amounts, coating the windowed surface of the apartment building with pre-seminal fluid. Godzilla didn't want to do what he was about to do, but he had no choice; his whole body had been geared towards an act of unbridled carnal desire. With no female to satisfy his urges, Godzilla's hips did what they were meant to in front of the substitute and thrust forwards; pressure from his claws made the construction groan in protest while the giant plunged his erection down below.

A roar of ecstasy left Godzilla's throat as he felt the windows and brick shatter and harmlessly scratch his member, stimulating his penis in ways that his lust-addled brain could only decipher. He felt at ease with the building receding and giving way to his invading phallus, the head crashing past wall after wall. A light breeze caressed the glans when the opposite side of the building exploded and Godzilla's giant dick finally made it through. He was in.

His balls felt heavy, swinging below and sloshing with all that pent up seed that wanted to be discharged. It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time to him. Godzilla's muscles tightened one by one, from his deltoids to his biceps and triceps, then down his chest and gut, finishing at his buttocks and legs. His hips began to move with energy, the virility of his penis keeping it hard and erect as the urethra blessed the ground below with more pre cum. Godzilla's eyes closed and his nostrils flared as he took in the smell of his own musk, driving his hormones crazier as his balls became painfully swollen and prompted him to hump harder. And harder he humped, thrusting with such strength that the hole invariably started to widen as he did the building. Concrete and glass began to rain down from both sides, mixed with the pre-seminal spooge like a volcano of whiteness announcing it was ready to erupt. Godzilla eagerly waited for release as he felt the pressure gather at his loins and he roared out loud when finally the moment came.

The loudest roar marked the beginning of his climax, and Godzilla's dick finally started shooting like an oversized cannon, flattening the contiguous building under the pressure of his semen blasts as he ejaculated like a god. He thoroughly enjoyed himself, riding out the powerful orgasm with every ounce of strength he could muster. The building started to collapse under his grip, yet he couldn't help it; the feeling of dominance and power were intoxicating! He had just fucked a building into a musky heap of rubble, all of it soaked in his essence. His overpowering scent was all over it, and this corrupted side of him loved it. In fact, he needed more. Godzilla quickly forgot about his first claim when his eyes began to notice the great amount of buildings, no, toys, were left for him. Licking his lips in anticipation, the hedonist proceeded to claim New Jiao as his bitch.

His member was still throbbing, eager for more. He had just shot one orgasm like another, yet the over productive balls which had for so long begged him to do this would not let up just like that. Godzilla wasn't in the right mindset to refuse, there was absolutely no way for him to refuse. His horniness was driving him over the edge, he needed to fuck again.

And as Godzilla saw the only intact building left, he amazed himself at its incredible size. It was well over 200ft. tall, it almost reached his chest. The office building looked sturdier than the rest he had destroyed so far. The structured looked like the perfect fuck toy to him! He wanted to claim it, or it was more accurate to say his dick wanted to claim it. And claim it, it did.

With one short but swift thrust, Godzilla penetrated and pierced, his sensitive parts absorbing the shock to turn it into pleasure. His dripping glans, his pulsing shaft, his sloshing balls that had impacted the surface when he hilted; all of it felt heavenly even in the face of such brutality. Godzilla had no equal, and he wanted to display it with his strength and virility, his instincts demanded satisfaction! He gripped the building's sides and stretched his bent knees in order to stand straight, ripping the entirety of the office building off its base, effectively uprooting it. With his fuck toy in bearing down on his penis and his claws providing a good grip, all Godzilla had to do was hump the building to dust.

All it took was a few thrusts to get himself going. Unaware of the inhabitants of the office that had begun running away from the crumbling base of the building he was holding up with his penis. The debris was falling off, and those helpless little humans could do no more than escape the floor giving away under their feet. Of the few courageous ones that made their attempt to escape the madness, Godzilla's enormous testicles served as their cushioned safety platforms. An implacable scent of manly musk was their initial reward, causing more than one to become nauseous and nearly slip and fall off the great god-like gonads hanging under Godzilla's swollen member. The couple of men that looked up from their precarious spots instantly vowed to never look at another man in a public restroom for the rest of their lives.

A dangerous trek of impossible proportions began with the trapped people scaling downwards in an attempt to save themselves from the swinging heavy testicles. Unbeknownst to Godzilla, his frenetic humping was forcing the groups to separate and climb down from opposite sides in order to avoid being sandwiched between the two huge testes. It was a journey whose only advantage was the giant scales providing with steps and grips; fortunately, Godzilla wasn't moving his bulky legs, so the trip downwards became smoother once they had escaped his giant nuts. In the meantime, they had to keep themselves together and choose their path down with care, as the raining debris that was merely pebbles to Godzilla threatened to smash them right off his body as the building became further wrecked.

It was the most dangerous ride of their lives, but the two groups that managed to slide down Godzilla's legs made it down in time to run away. The last they saw was Godzilla's tail swinging around above his massive lizard bottom before they ran lest end up being a cushion should the beast sit. The retreat continued with Godzilla's uninterrupted and eager humping.

He couldn't stop; there was nothing, nobody to stop him! Except for the sharp cries below that effectively eliminated his rush of bliss. Godzilla had begged it not to be so, but it was now too late for regrets. Right there on the pent house of the building, the gigantic reptile's eyes couldn't be fooled even in his state of sexual high and mental confusion, the gathered group of office workers. He cursed them for staying, for ruining his fun, but most importantly, for so foolishly endangering themselves. Godzilla didn't even question the logic, he only wanted to get them out before he killed them all during an orgasm. But now he was in a conundrum: The little people gathered at the top couldn't simply jump off, and he couldn't just set the building down or remove his claws; that would make the building crumble apart! His tail couldn't reach the pent-house as effectively either. There was only one other choice.

Office workers who had decided their reinforced building would survive the creature's rampage in the same sense everyone thought the Titanic unsinkable quickly regretted their choice when the pungent smell of reptile cock began to fill the area inside with greater strength than humanly possible. It was impossible not to feel it violating one's nostrils, the scent of sex heavy in the air. But more concerned for their well-being than prudishness, the workers exploded into a fear-fueled riot when Godzilla's giant eyes occupied the pent-house's see-through glass windows. They noticed anger in his eyes, they didn't know of his plan. It wasn't helping that, from one moment to another, those big vertical-pupil eyes were replaced by the pulsing darkness that was the monster's mouth.

Godzilla made the careful move of chomping the edge of the building right off and quickly swallow it. He hoped nobody had been there at the time, and he dearly hoped his brain would stay with him for the risky maneuver. He tilted the top of the building in the direction of his open maw by using his pelvic strength while keeping the integrity of the building together with his claws. They had no reason to trust him, but he stilled rolled his tongue out like a welcome carpet. Screams followed the offer, but Godzilla remained still, he wanted to give them a choice to save themselves.

That choice seemed more like one of those awkward dinner invitations that fairy tale villains used to lure unsuspecting heroes to their doom. Everyone with an a few intellectual quotients could figure that one out. But there really was nothing else to do. As the minutes went by and the pent-house's ambience became further contaminated with Godzilla's dragon breath, it seemed to them like he was attempting to suffocate the dwellers with bad smell. Eventually, one of the office workers ventured to scream: "Why are you doing this? Leave us alone!" Godzilla wanted to do just that, or at least, he wanted THEM to leave HIM alone. His only choice at communication was to wriggle his tongue. Another white collar noticed the strange movement.

"Is it trying to say something?" they began to notice the quirk with which the tongue tip moved, as if beckoning them to enter. "D-does it want us to...?" Of course, there was not a single soul that considered the idea to be free of insanity, but what other choice did they have? If the creature bit down and swallowed, it would at least end their torture. The man who screamed in the first place stood up, and ignoring the questioning from his peers took a brave step forwards.

"If you want to eat me, eat me! Just leave them alone, we didn't do anything to you!" Godzilla rolled his eyes at the misplaced aggression; his jaw was starting to get tired. When he felt the man walk in and grip one of his fangs, another one joined. Then another. Eventually, the humans began to convince each other to get on, as if the dangerous monster outside was actually a helpful whale or pelican trying to safe-guard them inside its mouth. Godzilla kept his sigh of relief down when he realized the people had all boarded his mouth and, exercising caution, he decided to sit down on the free spot in front of the building's former foundations.

Their presence on his tongue and fangs was giving him mixed feelings as he accommodated himself. Godzilla let go of the building, which crumbled apart, freeing his still-twitching member from its confines. The reptile part of his brain was telling him to bite down and feed, but the more evolved components were rebelling against the idea. Godzilla had to fight those impulses. He exerted his will power to its maximum, gently lying down on his back before shifting to his side so he could put down his snout to the ground. He exercised caution when reopening his mouth, which he had closed to prevent anyone from falling. His tongue rolled over and hung down mere feet away from the streets and he waited, patiently.

One by one, his passengers began to evacuate his maw, both thankful and disgusted, and a bit slimy, but otherwise unharmed. He was still mad at them, so he growled at the imprudent group of people as he stood back up. They didn't need more than the threat of his powerful chords of steel to initiate a retreat. In fact, it was hazardous to even stand around Godzilla anymore. That huge, thick phallus proudly sticking out of his crotch with the wet, dripping shaft was nothing anybody wanted to be under. Clear white liquid was still dripping down, a sign that Godzilla had been close to release earlier. After the humans had escaped, Godzilla plunged himself into the nearest building, he didn't care if he had to kneel, he just had to finish! And so his sexual romp resumed.

The towering titan, finally alone, achieved a small feeling of satisfaction that quickly dissolved into despair and guilt when he realized what he had done. In a swoop moment of decontrol, he had leveled, eaten and desecrated the downtown area of the human settlement. Nothing he could ever attempt to say could fix something like this; he knew how humans behaved and responded to offenses like this. At the same time, a certain amount of justice was felt by his pained heart when he remembered how they had gone all out on him without giving him the benefit of the doubt earlier. No, there was no way he could be that petty. The headache was unbearable, it was making him act irrationally, like a common lowly beast guided by mere instinct. He needed to find his friends; after rescued, they would help him explain, perhaps they would allow him to help repair the mess he had done. Godzilla's stomping resumed, but this time he ignored the buildings that, to him, looked either like sources of nourishment or release at the time, and instead pulled his weight and used all of his will power to make the shortest trip towards the source of the signal. Nothing would keep him from achieving his goal and saving the Calico crew.

"This place's deserted! Where's the crew?" Robertson was growing desperate. The S.V. Calico had promised to be his way to reach his family in time before things became worse than they were. The Calico, peacefully docked next to an old rickety wooden platform, looked to be intact, yet ominously placed. "This thing shows to have appeared about at the same time the monster attacked according to the records. Is there any link between the two?" Robertson couldn't fight his curiosity as he reviewed the information currently at hand. He wanted to know; were the bastards responsible for a giant monster attacking Scissor Island in the boat?

But no, there was not a single soul inside. Robertson made sure to check thoroughly until he had made sure that the Calico was completely unmanned. "The crew must've gone down after docking. If it was unregistered, then they aren't part of the Island security or anything like that. Either they are in the island with everyone else or..." his eyes widened when he thought about the leaving helicopters and other ships, "The sons of bitches are already gone! If they left this vessel behind, it definitely has to do with the monster!"

Robertson's mind raced with every possible explanation, but he couldn't reach any other conclusion. He found several research notes and pictures detailing encounters with the "kaiju" and facts about two reptilian creatures, all of the information linked back to a Dr. Darien. Was this Darien responsible for this disaster? In any case, he thought, it was all evidence. "I can play detective later, my family needs me..." Robertson paused to look at his phone and made another attempt to call Claire, to no avail. "Please be safe, baby." He turned to the controls of the ship and scratched his head, "Hope my phone's internet is enough to get some quick instructions on sea-faring vehicles."

"Oh my god! What is it doing?"

"Can't believe what I'm seeing, this must be the devil at work!"

"Why is the military retreating? What the hell is going to happen to us?!"

Scandalized opinions of disbelief filled the crowded, stalled convoy in New Jiao's uptown. What many had witnessed proved to be no indicative of hope for their lives when Godzilla began to show his "affection" for the few remaining downtown buildings. With the specialist team cut in half, the time to prepare and deploy demolition charges had increased, and the civic unrest coupled with the military's incompetence at stopping the monster were not helping the situation. A riot was about to explode. The squad captain knew that.

"Sir, the creature's... it's..."

"It literally fucked New Jiao, I know what I saw, corporal." The captain wasn't in the mood to follow protocol, but he knew a situation like this could only be surpassed by adhering to cold-hearted discipline. "Round up the civs, take care of our wounded, and send any able pair of hands to help the demo team. Where the hell is our aerial backup?!"

"Communications have been restored, sir," the soldier using a Humvee's radio called the squad captain with a wave.

"Give me that! Headquarters, we can't face the creature, conventional weapons can't harm it. It's approaching our location as we speak. Where're the fighters with the thermal bombs?"

"Strike team, sending the packages right now. Status report on your side."

"Our work force is cut in less than fucking half; you didn't send us to battle any common giant lizard. This thing can breathe god-damn fire and play with APCs as if they were toys!"

"Roger, strike team. Focus on extraction."

"We're blocked, HQ! We need evac right now. Where are the rescue choppers?"

"Negative, strike team. Packages have been sent to intercept, not evac. Your mission parameters are to focus on extraction of..."

"I know what I'm supposed to be doing; we don't have the time to! We nearly lost all our charges when one of the goddamn trucks fell on top of the carrier. It's inaccessible!" Silence. "HQ? Respond! Damnit!"

"Captain?" one of the corporals approached and noticed the expression of despair on his commanding officer's face. "Is evac coming soon?"

"Evac won't come, corporal. The share-holders don't want to use more than what's necessary in case the media catches wind of this."

"But sir, that's bullshit!"

"That's what we signed up for, corporal." The squad captain lit up a cigarette, unable to bear the sudden pressure. Silence took over the little group at the communication's Humvee after the squad captain's declaration. The soldier next to the instruments suddenly perked up.

"Captain! Incoming transmission."

"Is it HQ?" the captain was looking reincorporated for a second, but then his smile vanished in favor of a mellow. The operator shook his head no.

"I managed to intercept it just now; it looks like it's coming from the coast!"

"Patch it through, who the hell...?"

"This is the S.V. Calico, can anybody hear this?"

"We hear you, Calico. Who am I talking to?"

"My name's Ted Robertson, I hoped someone would catch this radio frequency. Are you stragglers?"

"We're the military, Robertson. We were sent to contain the situation with..."

"Yeah, good job with that!" interrupted the programmer, making the squad captain groan. "Listen; is there a young woman in her mid-twenties with two children? Her name's Claire, I need to know if she's fine!"

"Hold on, Robertson. Where the hell are you?"

"I'm at the sea. I'm on a vessel that could accommodate about 40 people, maybe more if you don't mind having your personal space invaded. Now answer my question!" The squad captain looked hesitant; who he was dealing with wasn't as important as getting himself and his men out of the god-forsaken island however, so he gave directions and soon a soldier came back with a pretty woman with a patched up forehead wound. "Claire, is that you?!"

"Ted?!" Claire nearly screamed at the phone when her sullen heart suddenly jumped from indescribable joy. "Ted, what are you doing, where are you?"

"Honey, listen! I'm aboard a scientific vessel, slowly, very clumsily approaching the west coast of the island..."

"But Ted, you don't know how to pilot a ship!"

"Yeah, net search hinted at that, too. Turns out this thing still will move. Never mind that, I need you on this boat, right now!"

"Ted, of course I..."

"No, let me finish!" Robertson brusquely interrupted, "I think I found a way to stop the creature!"

"Say that again!" yelled the squad captain after seizing the radio.

"Put my wife on the phone again!"

"Not until you tell me how to stop that overfed iguana. It's tearing the place up, and security's getting a bit tight assed about the situation, Robertson!"

"Fine!" Robertson yelled, "I found some papers aboard the Calico; they suggest a correlation between a trigger and its effects on that monster, they call him Godzilla. I need my wife to read the notes to help me decipher the meaning of it all; knowing more about the creature's biology could help us find a way to stop it!"

"Godzilla..." the squad captain paused briefly before adding: "You said you were approaching the west coast, is that right, Robertson?"

"Yes! Now hurry up and bring all of your people here. It's going to be safer than waiting for Godzilla to trample you down."

"We have many wounded and the terrain is bad. Only a few people could make it on foot!"

Robertson seemed to fall silent. A moment of consideration later, he finally said: "Then escort Claire to the ship, it's our only chance. Can you do that?"

"Wait, Ted!" Claire, until then silently listening to everything, objected. "What about the children? Tom is exhausted, and I can't leave Priscilla alone..."

"Honey, listen, it'll only be temporary. You have to come here to help me save the island, there's no time to argue!"

"You're right, there isn't," the squad captain interjected, "Godzilla's approaching, and they plan to bomb him. If our defeat is any indicative, they won't get a scratch on that tough bastard, but the backlash might get us if he's too close to us. We don't have a lot of time; we have to get it to stop where it is!"

"M-my kids are everything to me..." Claire sobbed, "I swear, if there's so much a single hair missing from my darlings I..."

"Ma'am, we might not be pros at handling Godzillas, but I can assure you we will keep your children safe." The squad captain took his beret off and bowed forwards. "Please, we need your help." Claire was shaking at that point; they couldn't leave yet, and if Godzilla wasn't stopped, the measures prepared against him would be the end of them as collateral!

"I'll do it."

It took them a little longer than expected thanks to having to traverse thickets and forests; the tropical island was no stranger to the common dangers found in the wild, but Godzilla's rampage had thankfully served to get every threatening animal to go into hiding. As a result, Claire's escort soon was able to see the Calico approaching the shore. Clumsy parking aside, Robertson had made it just like he said he would.

Claire and the soldiers boarded with the help of pulley boat Robertson dropped. The married couple shared an embrace and a brief exchange, mainly to ask and answer about their children, before Robertson took them all into the Calico's research room. "This is what I found, Claire."

The biology major had never seen such clear descriptions with such pretty handwriting in her life. Page after page was devoured by Claire's eyes; in a way, this is what she had wanted to do the moment she had laid her eyes on Godzilla, and all this information was more than revolutionary. Just who was this Dr. Darien and where was she? From the looks of it, she was part of the crew of the Calico. It wasn't long before Robertson's suspicions were confirmed. "They're using a modified transmitter to send a signal to a receiver in the island, and it in turn acts as a spreader for the signal. It seems that Dr. Darien and her crew used the transmitter to communicate with Godzilla, but nothing like what's happening right now is normal."

"So someone modified the transmitter to make Godzilla go crazy. I was right, that strange device I saw had been tampered with." Robertson nodded to himself, "I have an idea of why they're using that receiver on the island. It must be used to scramble the signal in many directions at once so Godzilla can't tell where the actual source is."

"Cut to the chase, Robertson," one of the impatient soldiers demanded, "What do we have to do?"

"We have to find and destroy the receiver."

"Can't we take the source out? If you found a strange device in here, it has to be the source!" the soldier insisted. Robertson looked at his wife for help.

"We can't do that. If the signal stops here, Godzilla will still respond to the scrambler Ted was talking about."

"That receiver or scrambler has a copy of the signal this boat produces; it's programmed to renew it to keep the variables randomized every fifteen minutes."

"Great!" the soldier looked to be ready to give up, "How are we going to find that damn receiver? It can be anywhere in the island!"

Robertson snapped his fingers, "Wait, I have an idea. If we could override the code to multiply the instructions of the receiver... And I can modify the signal so it sends out my own code instead of the frequency..." the look of confusion of the people in the Calico put Robertson off. "I have it! I need to work with my computer. Honey, I need you to keep reading facts about Godzilla just in case we have anything the military can use to distract him while we take the scrambler out."

"What do we do, Robertson?" the soldier spoke out, "We want to help."

"You have communicators, don't you?" the soldier nodded, "Good. Tell your leader to hold off any and all attacks. You're only going to make Godzilla angrier."

"You don't know that. A thermal bomb powerful enough to..."

"You can't bomb Godzilla!" Claire suddenly shouted, "It's not his fault he's this way. Someone purposefully set everything up to make it seem like he's going berserk. These notes make that clear to me."

"He was acting like he was in pain. This signal must be driving him mad." Robertson added, remembering what he had seen back at the committee's pent-house.

"I'd love to follow your theory, doc," the soldier joked, "But my C.O. isn't the ring-leader here." A frustrated Claire dropped the folders she was studying and approached the soldier with a demanding attitude.

"You listen to me," her index finger accusingly pressed against the taller man's chest, "You people asked for my help, and I left my two babies in your care. The least you could do is push the issue so it gives Ted time to complete his solution! If you're not going to tell your C.O. what needs to be done, then put ME on the phone!"

The two escorts looked at each other with a surprised stare. Even Robertson stopped working once his petite wife's voice dominated the scene. At once, the two got everything set up for communications and Claire grabbed the radio. "Captain, listen!"

"Ma'am, do you have a solution for us?"

"We do, we're going to stop Godzilla's rampage! You have to tell HQ to call back their attack!"

"Impossible, the fighters are on their way, they..."

"Tell them our plan will make Godzilla go away. If they bomb him, they'll just wipe out what remains of New Jiao, and according to these notes those explosions will barely damage him!"

"Listen to me, ma'am, even if I wanted to..."

"No, YOU listen to me! I put my children in your care, and you're telling me you're just going to stand there and wait for the bomb blasts to incinerate everybody in the island?"

"That's not it. The radius of the explosions will coalesce on the target; we're technically free from the blasts."

"Technically?!"

"Depending on where Godzilla is at the time, the explosions might hit buildings and the backlash would send debris flying our way."

"You have to call that attack off!"

"I'm sorry ma'am; HQ won't listen to even me. They've decided to stop the creature by any means necessary... What's this?!"

"What?!"

Off in the distance, Godzilla was looming like an ominous cloud that swallowed up the light. Everyone became shaded by his great bulk, and those reptilian eyes that looked down on them seemed to project the monster's unrest. The squad captain dropped his radio even with Claire vociferating more questions, paralyzed with fear. Nobody spoke a single word. Godzilla was staring at them as if there was meaning in the act. He took a big step forwards, missing vehicles and people alike. The ground rumbled before the weight of the massive giant, yet nobody moved.

Godzilla leaned down and picked the collapsed buildings blocking their way before he ripped them in half and pushed them down to the sides, finally freeing the highway. Just like that, it only took a couple of seconds for the giant to rid them of their biggest obstacle, and just like that, the giant continued on its trek, not paying mind to his purported enemies. He had chosen the path away from their trajectory.

The squad captain was left speechless. "What in Sam Hill...?"

"Captain, the way is clear! It's clear!" one of the specialists could be heard cheering as they gathered all of their equipment on the trucks and Humvees, preparing to leave. "What's going on?!" Claire's voice could be heard on the radio. The captain picked it back up.

"Seems like... our friend somehow heard us."

Claire couldn't believe her ears. She looked back at the transmitter device with the same surprise as Robertson and the two soldiers on the deck. "It's a communicator alright. But he can understand us too...!"

Robertson's eyes didn't move away from his laptop, "Claire, do you think we can talk to him?"

"Ted! If only we could let him know where the device is..."

"I can do this!" Robertson switched windows and furiously began to type down on his keyboard. "If it's a transmitter, we can use the radar on this ship to catch the signal and translate it to coordinates. I still have a print of the map of the island with me. You two keep watch on it!" he barked at the soldiers before looking towards Claire, "Honey, talk to Godzilla, keep him calm and focused while try to ping the location."

The woman rushed to the device, making sure she was the nearest person to it. "Godzilla! If you can hear me, calm yourself! We know you're confused and scared. So are we!" Claire tried, pausing before looking back at her husband, who nodded before hitting his Enter key. "We're trying to help you! Some bad people put a device in the island that's affecting you, you need to destroy it! We're going to tell you where it is soon...! Please, be careful and move into the mountain area...!"

One of the soldiers confirmed with the radio that Godzilla appeared to be slugging towards the mountains. The fleeing convoy could observe the giant lizard finally leaving the wrecked New Jiao alone. A moment later, the soldier communicated that the jets had arrived.

"Godzilla, look out!"

His headache wasn't going away. He couldn't stop feeling bad about what he had done, but he had started by clearing the way for the people he had inadvertently trapped earlier. Now that Godzilla had no opposition, he could dedicate his time searching the source of the signal to find his friends, but no matter where he looked to, the way didn't seem clear to him. It was hard to pick a road when his instincts were failing him and he couldn't tell where the correct way was. Then the voice told him to move towards the mountain. It was unfamiliar, but it had informed him about the danger of that convoy of trapped people earlier. It was on his side. The voice said "they" were trying to help him. They weren't his friends, but he had to trust them, he had no one else to trust when he couldn't even trust himself.

An alerting scream made him look in every direction as fast as he could. A roar of anger made the ground under him vibrate when he finally made out the shapes of little airplanes approaching him. The jet propelled machines zoomed past him and followed a formation that his confused mind could not follow effectively. Anger welled deep inside of him; why were they attacking him again? He was trying to make good! He regretted his actions! The growls of rage only intensified when large explosions began to happen all over his body, knocking him back from the sheer impacts. The mountainside was affected the most, consumed by the radius of effect. On the other hand, Godzilla started feeling pain due to the much stronger ordinance being fired at him. He was done with these impertinent creatures.

Arms began to swing erratically, but sure enough, more than one of the pesky flies got caught in his heavy claws, instantly obliterated after the pilots had safely ejected themselves. Godzilla focused his rage on defending himself but also on punishing his aggressors, ripping out a chunk of the mountainside to smash an entire formation of them at once. They were quickly being defeated, but Godzilla couldn't keep it up for much longer, he was becoming exhausted and the hematomas forming under the zones of impact were starting to distract him with pain. He couldn't lose, his friends depended on him!

"I have the coordinates!" Robertson's sudden declaration nearly made both soldiers jump. The one in charge of the map widely opened his eyes and opened. Robertson read the coordinates aloud using the latitude and longitudes for the map and soon enough, they had it deciphered.

"It's on one of the factories."

"The ones near the plantation?" Robertson repeated. Claire was confused at the exchange, but decided to wait for a clear location to feed to Godzilla. "Alright, what are you waiting for, where is it exactly?!"

"Can't be right..." the soldier muttered, and got a shake of the head from his partner, who contacted the captain squad to let him know of the recent development. Robertson became impatient and went to the map, but was instantly reduced by the map soldier.

"Ted!" Claire yelled out and rushed the soldier and her husband before she was stopped by a gun being aimed down at her. "What's the meaning of this? What do you think you're doing?!"

"Just give us a damn second!" the map soldier shouted while his communications' partner finished the exchange.

Robertson spat a bit of blood from the cut he got on his lip, nothing major other than his wounded pride. He knew that things weren't what they seemed in Scissor Island, but to think in his excitement he had allowed them to get the upper hand! Or so he thought.

"Well, it's clear what we're going to do." The communications soldier pushed his partner's arm down and offered a hand to the floored programmer.

"What are you doing? We can't let them destroy the factory; it'll bring attention from the media."

"The cap says fuck our employers," the communications soldier sighed, "And frankly, they were ready to bomb us to cover their shit. I say return the favor."

"They ARE backstabbing scumbags. We're at least a little better," the map soldier suddenly was a little bashful, "Sorry about that cut, mate." He said to Robertson, offering a hand. "Can we help Godzilla destroy that factory?"

Claire sighed in relief. The situation appeared to have defused itself before it even reached a critical point. She was confused again, but at Ted's insistence she positioned herself at the transmitter and, with the help of the soldiers, began to give Godzilla directions.

She was going to have questions. Somehow, she knew Ted was going to demand answers too.

Godzilla's body was smoking. He had won again, but his body hurt all over. He was weak and needed to rest, but the headache would make it impossible to give him even a little respite. Then the voice told him to go around the mountain. It told him that the source of his pain was there, that something needed to be destroyed. Godzilla thought that everything that could have wrong that day had already gone wrong, this had to be the turning point, or else he would never trust anything ever again.

The factories and parcels of land behind New Jiao held the dark secret underneath its common appearance, a façade not many could see through. Godzilla saw a comparatively knee-high bundled-up group of buildings, and according to the voice, they were the source of his pain. The nausea in his stomach was putting him off, his headache only growing in intensity as he approached the location. He had to believe this was going to be it; he was on the border of collapse. It had to be the solution to his problem!

His growls of pain were overshadowed by an ear-piercing roar that shook the entire island when Godzilla summoned his strength and discharged his fury upon the factories by kicking them and stomping them. Encouraged by the voice who told him that the buildings were empty, with no people in them, he reared back with sparks flying out of his maw before he engulfed the entirety of the destroyed area in flames. The raging inferno consumed everything, including the receiver and scrambler device that had been planted on it.

The nightmare was over.

In more ways than one, Godzilla had gone through the toughest fight in his life. The most bestial of urges and instincts had ordered him to literally screw the entire place up, and while at times he had almost completely given in, his better side came through and had him resist to completely letting that headache lead him on the path of senseless violence and hedonism. In a twist reveal, he had to come to terms with the fact that his victory didn't signify him meeting his friends, but a completely different set of people. He would have demanded answers had he been able to communicate, but it was also thanks to the humans that he managed to destroy the device harming him. It wouldn't be until much later that Godzilla could see the real Calico crew and Godzooky again.

Claire and Ted Robertson found a rekindled vigor to their marriage after having to team up in such a high-stake mission to keep an entire island from being completely leveled by a 30 story tall monster, a crazy PMC or both. Claire became more infatuated than ever, only disturbed by the fact it took this much to realize her family was right as it was, and that her husband loved her. She was especially glad that neither of her kids had the chance to see what Godzilla, in his confused state, had done to their hotel in New Jiao. She thanked the heavens the news choppers hadn't reached in time to see that. By the time the media got involved, they had time to clean up the less glamorous part of the mess the scaly giant had made.

A thorough investigation of the island's rural side started when the squad captain and his subordinates testified to the illicit operations that were being run in secret in the island, which led to the findings of strong evidence suggesting three until-then unrelated tycoons of the high world had formed a partnership that involved a smuggling ring that dealt with drugs, armaments and even women; and they were paying the touristic committee of Scissor Island to keep quiet about it. Robertson would give his partner a scolding about researching the background of his future clients more intensively before setting meetings up.

As for the Calico crew, they were released little after the investigation of Scissor Island turned up every guilty party, and the colonel and his goons ended turning themselves in. Captain Mayors was the first to ask the obvious question. "Why?"

"Because I had a personal stake in this" the colonel explained with a solemn expression accompanied by tears of mixed accomplishment and regret, "My son had to die to get the necessary evidence to convict them. And even then, money and lawyers got rid of what cost his life to get."

"I never planned on holding you hostage forever" the colonel expressed to the ship captain, "But you needed to be held back lest you contacted Godzilla and interrupted my plan. Those bastards had to pay for their crimes, for everything they'd done. I know I've caused your friend a lot of pain, nothing I say will ever make it right, but I assure you..." he added on the day of his public interview, "I plan on paying for my own crimes for as long as it's necessary." And with those words of sturdy conviction, a man with nothing left to lose was willingly sent to prison.

Godzilla met with his friends and made a full recovery. He was happy to see them all. The scars of his battle in Scissor Island would take some time to heal on him, but now the huge titan was sure of his opinion: The crew of the Calico wasn't the only bunch of humans that could be trusted. He had learned that.

A few months following the Scissor Island incident, the crew had decided to take a well-earned rest after their successive adventures. Of course, they summoned Godzilla not to offer him another job at taking down another worldly-threat, but to surprise him with an appreciation party. Captain Majors and Dr. Darien were the first to announce and congratulate Godzilla after finally having been exonerated from the private damage done to the island, given that it had been finally proven that it had not been his fault due to the device placed by the Colonel and his team. To Godzilla, human law was meaningless and did not apply, but the joy and happiness in his friend's faces became his joy and happiness and allowed him to enjoy a moment of peace.

While the humans enjoyed themselves with what was an usual beach trip, Godzilla shared into the fun in his own way, lying down across a good section of the (truly) deserted island they had picked out to celebrate his comrades' party. Godzilla was feeling so happy in fact that he could even put up with Godzooky's antics. As he boringly rested his head on his fist with his elbow on the sand, Godzilla used his free finger as bait for his much smaller cousin to chase while flying. Pete encouraged his winged friend, even if most of the game was interrupted by Godzooky's wings failing and forcing him to repeatedly crash down. The only thing Godzilla lamented was being unable to laugh like everyone else when it happened. He was finally enjoying some peace.

It was great to have friends by his side.

The End.

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