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Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.8)
VIII: A Temporary Peace
Miki grunted and groaned as she put every effort into moving Major Kuroki’s body out of the damaged control room of Argus. The main lights in the room had lost power—the only illumination was that of half-operating control panels. Meru stood at her console attempting to find a way to remote control the rest of MechaGodzilla’s body. Miki rolled her eyes at Meru’s efforts.
“Meru, we need to get out of here. The battle is over.” Miki sternly spoke as she opened the automatic emergency hatch door.
Meru did not reply. Instead, she continued to poke and prod at buttons. Miki’s heart sank —that woman was not the friend she once knew. At that moment she realized that her intuition had warned her against befriending such a person months prior. The moment Meru insisted on luring Godzilla Junior to Destoroyah was an example of her true colors—she had no regard for life. Despite these disturbing yet enlightening r
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.7)
Godzilla gasped and managed to stand at his full hundred meter stature now that his wounds were mostly healed. He watched on as MechaGodzilla’s jets continued to steam and muffle in the water while reveling at the idea of robbing the machine of his flight. The beast’s nostrils relaxed as he began trudging toward his enemy.
Several minutes passed as Godzilla considered whether or not he should finish off his foe. He reached forward and grasped onto MechaGodzilla’s tail. His metal carapace seemed colder than the water inhibiting him - according to Godzilla’s senses. With two strained heaves, Godzilla yanked Argus out of the water and tossed him onto the beach. The clang of grinding joints echoed against distant mountains as MechaGodzilla’s body slid across the sand.
Relentlessly, Godzilla spewed his atomic breath across the battlefield, hoping the kinetic force of the impacts would case some sort of damage to the sputtering device. T
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.6)
“Aso, Godzilla is escaping.” Meru spoke into a microphone attached to the console in front of her, still breathing heavily from the abrasive heaving of the control room.
“Return to base, we need to develop an effective plan to counter him.”
Meru winced at Commander Aso’s words and shook her head.
“We must stop him while he’s wounded.” Meru gazed with determination at the viewing screen at the rippling waters of the bay, “We’re going after him.”
“What were Aso’s orders?” Kuroki questioned, turning around.
“He wants us to go after him.”
Miki raised her eyes toward Meru, knowing she was being deceptive. She carefully ignored Miki’s gaze because she knew her all too well.
“You’re lying.” Miki mumbled loud enough for her counterpart to hear.
Meru shook her head and placed her palms against the panel in front of her. Since the beginning Miki had al
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.5)
V: Desperate Measures
Miki’s heart belted in her chest as she watched the image of Godzilla on the screen staring at the mechanical creature housing her. He cocked his head almost like a cat and roared, wondering if the sound of his voice would scare Mechagodzilla away, of course it didn’t. Nothing would.
“Miki. Try to lour him away.” Kuroki ordered while continuing to focus on the piloting, he had to keep Argus hovering, they had the advantage.
Miki nodded and closed her eyes. After a few deep breaths she regained her focus and felt the walls of her mind falling away. A vast expanse of black fell around the image of her astral self on the psychic plane. Thick cloud blankets billowed across distant water and Miki could see the giant silhouette of Godzilla looming against the void. With her powers she imagined being right in front of him, standing on the sea water without any fear. Godzilla stared down at her, aware of the familiar presence. He leaned forw
Hollow GuardianMy wings tire,
rags sewn to my body
worn by years of war
and guardian toil.
My eyes dim,
in light of the
hate toward me
and my kaiju kin.
My mind fails,
as I soar upon these
toxic winds -- hellfire
smoke and industry.
My heart envies
the human ability to
not care, to revile
all that is good.
My moth-heart is hollow,
I fly upon the edge of the world
with the doubt in my mind:
Should I protect, or flee this world?
I am Mothra,
bound to this Earth
like a tightened ring
around a fattened finger.
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