THE BEGINNING.
Dateline
San Francisco, California
3:17 AM
1999
Soldiers peddled amongst the dark side of a gigantic structure. The men trembled in fear, clutching their weapons as if they where the key to life or death. Their leader, was just as scared. Gun powder clung to his sweaty face, his eyes peering out like headlights in a sea of darkness. He whispered to his men. �Hemmingway��. �Yes sir?� A younger officer replied to his superior. �Where is Lieutenant Harvor?� �He didn�t come back with us sir.�
�Damn� that son of a bitch has the only rocket launcher. Hemmingway, try to contact him.�
�Yes sir.�
The running form of a younger man bound across the top of a building. He crept at the corner of it, clutching his weapon greedily. He knew if anything was going to happen, it had to happen now. He didn�t know if his superiors where dead or trapped under thousands of pounds of rubble. He didn�t have time to worry though, it was getting closer. His breath felt heavy, he thought the whole damn world could hear his heart beat and sweat dripped from his charred face.
Thoom, thoom, crash!
He sat in pure terror. His trembling fingers squeezing the rocket launcher in his hands. He gazed over the side of the building for a moment and he saw nothing. Nothing but the presumed death that had so generously accompanied him earlier. Smoke rolled from less then mile away. Shattered glass, destroyed structures covering military machines. It was at this site he thought his allies where entombed. He took a big breath before he heard the powerful foot steps draw near.
And as if he wasn�t about to move his bowls already, a raspy voice ripped through the eerie silence between usual giant foot steps.
�Jet? Jet�are you alive?�
�Yes I�m alive, Hemmingway, is that you. Did everybody make it out okay?�
The man resting atop a building replied to the walky talky attached to his shirt.
�Well, sort of, we couldn�t find Berry, and there�s not one of us that isn�t bleeding� Where are you?�
�Lets just say I�m nearing the breaking point.�
�What?�
At that moment the walky talky flew over the ledge of the building and landed on the ground below. The entire time the same voice asking questions before it shattered into a hundred pieces on the pavement.
Jet kneeled back into his corner, his breathing slowing down as he prepared for all out war with a creature nightmares where made of.
Thoom, thoom� CRASH.
Like thunder, it repeated. Echoing through a dead calm city. He heard it approaching, ever faster. He lay absolutely still, his instincts pushing him into a level of terror unbridled by any other. His breathing came to a halt as it sped over. But to him it felt like it took years. The creatures body passed the building, and air current fallowed it. Its glistening scales reflected light, its dark green body stood, lingered too close to Jet�s hiding spot. Jet swallowed his throat and lifted his head. He peered over the ledge and stared at the beast standing twice the height of the building he took refuge on as quickly as he could.
The beast was massive. Its reptilian body supported by its two massive legs, its body in a half knelt position. Its vertebrate, curved in a diagonal position. Massive arms hanging from its shoulders and loosely hugged to its chest. Its head, long, almost crocodile, though more like that of a Tyrannosaur like skull. Its maw, hanging over its lower jaw was several sharp teeth. The beast snorted, not even noticing the trembling man waiting to assassinate it.
Jet took a calming breath as he stared at the beast lingering above him. He had never seen a creature like this in his entire life. By far it was the was the biggest damn thing he had ever lain eyes on, and now it was close enough for him to throw a rock at.
The beast had stopped its movement, its breathing was heavy and its body lifted with the thunderous sounds of its lungs taking in oxygen. Jet saw along the beasts back several sharp spinal plates. Each dorsal fin unique, carved with indented, and ancient. The smell of this creature all by its self was ancient.
Jet saw the swaying tail of the creature, waving lazily over him, and he paid close attention. Jet wiped his sweat covered brow, streaking the black powder clinging to his face. He slowly rose to his feet, lifting the launcher to his shoulder, flipping up the aiming cross hair. He nervously squinted one eye while his dry lips where moistens by his nearly dry tongue. The creature took one breath in as it rose up. Its shifting muscles, and bending bones, making a noise that the creature never noticed, but caught Jet�s attention quickly.
Jet�s mind raced, if the thing saw him, he was done for. There was no way he would survive an attack from something so god damn big. Something that easily turned four armored tanks into smoldering craters. His body trembled �Damn it man, get a hold of yourself.� he cursed himself silently.
His finger curled around the trigger, he took steady aim and waited. The beast before him calmly pulled its neck back in a bird like manner. That�s when Jet heard a strange sizzling noise. Then a whooming noise like energy building up in a electric reactor. Jet held back from squeezing the trigger as a immense glow built up with in the dorsal fins of the beast standing in front of him. The glow gave off a warmth that he could feel even this far away from it. The warmth grew as the glow grew brighter, taking on a light blue color. He saw blue lightning bolts danced from dorsal spine to dorsal spine, building the bright glow up until it illuminated so brightly that it blinded Jet. Jet felt a strange shocking sensation coming from the launcher and he squeezed the trigger instinctively. He screamed, the launcher did fire.
Suddenly the monster�s cold white eyes opened, what seemed to be a second eyelid removing itself, revealing a strange blue glow from its eyes�
The weapon began to heat up but he didn�t notice. He was too busy watching the bright blue light that had his pupils down to the size of poppy seeds. His breathing halted as all of a sudden a huge explosion occurred. The beasts mouth shot open and like the flames of hell, the heat incensed. The creatures rythmatic roar released a beam of flame that cut across open space. As it swept between buildings time stood still, glass shattered, pavement cracked. The shear radiation from the flame caused just as much devastation of the creature releasing it. The beam finally caught its pre determined target. Crashing straight into a massive structure like a tsunami of blue fire. The beam pushed the beast that was firing it back. The sure force of it cut right into the building, burning through it and finally as the beam held its place, like a magnified beam of light on a dry leaf on a hot summer day, it finally ignited. The explosion sent Jet stumbling back, his launcher curling around the handle and resting, the barrel pointed up.
Jet laughed nervously as the beam disappeared and a huge mushroom cloud fallowed by a smoldering crater was all that was left of the once massive structure nearly a mile away from him. Fires burnt all around it and smoke rose into the heavens. Jet, finally blinked, his eyes dry as a desert. The air smelt like sulfur, and Jet�s lungs was filled with ashy air. He couldn�t cough or anything. He was too stunned. The creature let its jaw close and it lowered his head somewhat. The beast then rotated its neck and its eyes caught Jet standing on the building beside it. The glow gone, only yellow eyes incasing black pupils. The beast turned its maw somewhat and growled a primal growl. Jet�s grip on the launcher loosened. The creature�s eyes stared straight into Jet. He felt like it was staring right into his frightened soul.
The creature before him spotted Jet�s weapon and curled its lips. The tiny beast before the massive form of the giant leviathan was packing heat. The beast roared, its maw parting and Jet dropping the launcher. The roar echoed, Jet felt like his ear drums where going to implode as he didn�t notice the ting like noise of the steel launcher hitting right next to his feet. The launcher made a strange noise as a red light on it blinked. Smoke shot out from the bottom of it and the rocket, finally launched. Ripping through the air, trailing smoke behind it right before it entered a building through a window to the side of Jet. It collided with some object in the building and then exploded. Shattered glass rained on Jet and he didn�t even notice the huge chunk of concrete falling straight above him. The beast curled its lip as it watched the concrete plummet. Nearly twenty feet before the chunk of concrete squashed Jet into oblivion it was knocked away, nearly a mile by the powerful force of the beasts massive tail. Jet watched this in amazement, his jaw nearly dropped. He couldn�t understand it. Air from the creatures tail knocked Jet�s army helmet off. Jet stood there� confused.
Unable to move or think, Jet watched the creature turn its head and walk away, moving farther and farther away until its thunderous foot steps where just a memory. Jet swallowed, the bitter taste of sulfur on the roof of his mouth didn�t bother him. He took a breath in and pandered, did that thing just save my life. A question he would ask himself for the rest of his life. The man who almost assassinated Godzilla� the same man that would be considered crazy for believing the monster saved his life.
Jet stared off at the burning crater where the giant structure used to lie. He coughed a little and fell to his knees. He just sat there, baffled, confused. His eyes went shut and he fainted.
