Godzilla's World Burns

He watched as the lake blazed, electricity consuming every inch of water. Bubbles blew then burst as the monsters submerged in it slowly and painfully perish. Godzilla stood still, unable to move, speechless, and enraged. Wetness ran down his face, and it wasn't blood. Suddenly the brightness faded away and a creature emerged from the water. He went to it, meeting three heads. Godzilla grabbed the middle one, lifting him up to meet its eyes.

"You're mine now, you sick, murdering, son of a bitch!"

"I'm not the murderer, you are." M-KG laughed as fire glowed in Godzilla's eyes.

"I may have killed Anguirus, but I didn't hurt the others!"

"You did." Abruptly the alien's eyes turned blue and a form of Godzilla appeared next to them. "This is a hologram of you in action."

Godzilla watch his image as it abolished monster after monster, blood spilling, roaring when done. Before long it stopped and neither said a word. Godzilla tried hard to take it in, holding M-KG's neck tighter.

"How… how can that be?"

"I used you, you fool, and you never knew."

Godzilla gripped him hard, and then they heard a distant cry. They looked to the sky and saw another beast coming towards them. Godzilla recognized the bird-like skull, the razor-sharp spikes sticking out of his body, the hooked blades he had for hands and feet. M-KG groaned when he landed close to them.

"Why are you here Gigan," asked the King of Monsters.

"To stop Mecha-King Ghidorah from completing his mission, but it looks as if you got the situation under control."

"No, it's not under control. He destroyed all the other monsters, they're gone," he sniffed, "and it's my fault."

"It's not over yet. You're still alive, he's weak, and I'm here. Let's get him together."

Godzilla slammed M-KG into the ground and Gigan raised a knife-hand, ready to strike. He slashed at his metal chest, and after a few blows ripped through it, revealing his half-flesh, half-mechanical innards, sparks escaping it. M-KG roared in pain as Gigan continued to pound him. Then Gigan grabbed one tail and motioned for Godzilla to take hold of the other. Then they pulled, trying to tear the fiend in two. M-KG squalled in anguish, a loud mournful yell that could be heard from Japan. After minutes of struggling the two finally had split him in half, body limp, blood everywhere, the noise ceasing. Godzilla couldn't believe what he had done, the sight before him was so sickening that he vomited. Gigan sighed while he threw the two halves in the lake, making it redder than before. The illness passed and the tears Godzilla now shed blurred his vision. The other mammoth went to his side.

"You helped save the Earth you know."

"How? You know what Ghidorah's mission was?"

"Yes, his mission was to destroy all the monsters on Earth. The aliens on Planet X were going to come and take over, using M-KG as their weapon, but he needed to get rid of the other giant, mutant creatures here so nothing could stop the invasion."

"Why didn't you come till now?"

"I had followed him here and caught up with him when he reached the moon. We had a battle there and I was left seriously wounded. I thought I would die, but somehow I didn't. I came as soon as I could, I'm sorry I was too late." Godzilla continued to sob.

"But why did he have to do that to me? Why did he have to use me, make me kill my friends? And my son… I killed my son!"

"It wasn't your fault, there was nothing you could've done." Without another word Godzilla stomped away. 'Poor guy,' Gigan thought. He took flight and sailed towards the cold depths of space, heading home.

Godzilla walked over the site Mecha-King Ghidorah had fired missiles earlier that night, ash blackened his skin. He looked to the sea and saw the sun begin to rise, bringing a new day. His eyes were droopy; he hadn't slept in about three days. Soon he shut his eyes and fell forward as sleep consumed him.

'Don't you just love killing, Godzilla?'

'Yes, I do.'

'The sight of blood brings you pleasure, doesn't it?'

'Yes it does.'

'You wanted to do it all your life, didn't you?'

'Yes, but I wish I could see what I was doing.'

'I'll show you.'

'…No …No!'

Godzilla's eyes shot open, and he found himself on the ground. He looked around and realized he was alone, only the trees greeted him.

"They weren't dreams, they were real," he said to himself. "All those times Mecha-King Ghidorah had gotten in my mind, I thought it was just a bad nightmare, but they were actually happening!" Godzilla threw his head back and roared while water swelled in his eyes.

He again looked at his deserted island, the emptiness, the heartache. He opened his mouth and spewed radioactive breath at a tree. It ignited and he watched it slowly burn. Quickly another one caught fire, then another, and then another. Godzilla started setting the whole island aflame, and when he felt satisfied took refuge in a cave. He gazed at the blaze he created and watched as his world burned, smoke filling the air, choking him.

"They're all gone, I have nothing left, might as well be dead, but I've killed enough, I can't kill myself." Later his eyes closed and he drifted away once more.

'Don't you just love killing, Godzilla?'

'Yes, I do.'

'The sight of blood brings you pleasure, doesn't it?'

'Yes it does.'

'You wanted to do it all your life, didn't you?'

'Yes, but I wish I could see what I was doing.'

'I'll show you.'

'…No …No!'

Again he awoke from that dreadful dream, chest heaving and yelling. "No, I can't go to sleep!" Godzilla emitted more of his hazardous breath, combusting himself, and then he yowled as pain seared through his entire body. "The others, their horror had ended swiftly, but mine has only just begun."

Fin