Fallen World: Wrath of Shin Godzilla

The Question Of Who

Fifty miles off the coast of Vladivostok – October 29, 2017

A harsh arctic wind blew across a remote island off the coast of eastern Russia. Ice covered its surface with trees and a single Russian facility doting the landscape to break the unending fields of snow. The hostile isle appeared as deadly as the dangers below which ranged from highly radioactive elements to massive catacombs which housed a variety of giant beasts. All of which was known to the man leading the facility, one that currently contended with a battle against his own kind.

An elderly man of Japanese heritage stared blankly at the group of Russian men on the monitor in front of him. They all spoke in Russian, arrogantly believing he could not understand or maybe completely disregarding the fact he could. He was nothing more than a tool to the group. An ally to gather rare resources and like a parent to a child, acquire the next toy for them to threaten the world with. From the valuable tectonic information of his time at Monarch, to the radioactive mineral known as Element X; Dr. Who loathed the men he worked for with every fiber in his being, but he knew the cost of not delivering the gifts the Russian government requested. Today though, a new rage coursed through his aging veins and like always, he expressed his anger with a sly grin.

"Gentleman!" Dr. Who exclaimed, grabbing the group's attention. "All of my life I've given you the tools to do great things. You wanted information on Monarch, and I gave you all of their tectonic data. You asked for the most powerful radioactive element in the world, and I gave you Element X. You asked for a monster, and I found you a M.U.T.O. in its cocooned state. All three of those things now sit under this facility-"

"For good reason," the Russian President countered. "But please, go on doctor."

A bead of sweat dropped from the elderly figure. "Now I acquire the blood of Shin Gojira, the last in the world, and you wish for me to destroy it?"

"And the group you used to acquire it," the Russian leader commented. "As with everything you've given to us, you lack a way to control it."

Dr. Who moved to respond, but the leader's hand rose to silence him for good. "Besides doctor, Godzilla just destroyed Shin Gojira in the heart of Tokyo. I will not have that thing attack Russian soil. You have 24 hours to destroy the substance, or I'll have you permanently removed and the substance will perish. Do we have an understanding?"

Before the doctor could answer, the screen fell black leaving Dr. Who alone. The elderly man immediately slammed his fist into the table in front of him in frustration. With a deep breath, he let loose his anger and stood.

"Without a doubt."

*****

Letchi Island – October 30th, 2017

Two scythes retracted from Ebirah's stagnant form. An odorous ooze fell from the black dagger-like appendages into the waves below as the monstrous crawfish's killer gradually walked off the back of its fresh kill. Sand burst into the air as the creature touched down before the sound of gunfire filled the air. Rockets detonated across the monster's form, infuriating the beast.

For three years, the large parasite fought off other monsters, humanity, and his nemesis, the Alpha. In that time, he searched relentlessly for a mate or any other member of its kind to no avail. As the volley of explosives intensified, the creature stood on its back two legs and let loose an unparalleled screech. Its wings extended to reveals its size before it smashed the beach with its front two scythe like arms. A whirlwind of sand exploded into the air as the weapons of humanity fell silent. The creature's singular flat red eye watched as the humans within fled their base in terror. A wise move against the Male M.U.T.O.