Greetings, and welcome to the third in a series of off-beat Godzilla tales that I've put together. I have here what is essentially a re-imagining of the abandoned idea of… well, I won't say. Let's see if anyone can guess. Enjoy.
Godzilla is © Toho
Tokyo International College
"Meanwhile, reports continue to swirl regarding rumours of an undisclosed joint project between…"
Professor Ken Shimura switched off the TV and returned to his notes. All the news had been reporting besides some kind of military rumour was a twenty-four-hour news cycle regarding a fight between Godzilla and some kind of mutant in Hokkaido. Bizarre though it might be to think, it had become simply part of the political environment when creatures like that turned up. Prof. Shimura was aware of it, of course, in the same way that people were aware of, say, the war in the Middle East. Besides, the constant buzz of the TV had been distracted, especially when he had work to do.
The telephone jingled outside his office. Ken looked up and heard his daughter answer the phone; she lived with him in campus accommodation and tended to accompany him to the lab when he worked late, even though she was only seven. Money had been tight lately, and he couldn't afford to hire a sitter or lose his job.
The door opened, and the little girl entered and handed the phone to her father. "It's for you," she said.
"Thank you, Aoki," Ken smiled as he picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Professor Shimura."
"Professor," the voice on the other end of the line replied, "this is Base Commander Tagaki from the Monster Island research facility. We'd like you to examine something for us."
"Oh," Ken stuttered, "w-well, kaijuology isn't my field, but I'd love to."
"Well, actually, Professor… we need you to examine a rock for us."
"A rock?" Ken blinked, "I'm sorry, Commander, but I'm a biologist. If you like, I can refer you to our geology department."
"But you are Japan's foremost researcher in the field of pathology?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Professor…" Tagaki said anxiously, "you should really see what's happening down here."
Tokyo's Akihabara District
Two Weeks Later
"On the ground! Now!"
Officer Koji Kobayashi fired a warning shot from his service robot. The killer fell sideways in a moment of blind panic, and that was all it took for Kobayashi to tackle him to the ground. They both landed with a thick splash. It was pouring with rain. It had been all day.
"You, you sick bastard," Kobayashi snarled as he slapped the cuffs on the man, "are under arrest for double homicide." He pulled the perpetrator to his feet and slammed him against the wall.
"You got him?" A voice shouted from behind. Kobayahi's partner, Shoichi Tsukioka, scrambled over the wire-mesh fence.
Koji felt a sharp rush of irritation as he glanced up at his fellow officer. Where the hell had he been? He'd chased this murdering psychopath for five blocks, for God's sake.
The killer looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn," Tsukioka shuddered. "What the hell is with this guy?"
"Why'd you do it?" Kobayashi demanded.
The killer glared at them, and grinned a red grin. Then he said, in a sing-song voice:
"It made me happy."
Five minutes later, Kobayashi was slamming the door shut on the police van that contained the man who'd killed two university students by hacking at them with a meat cleaver. What Kobayashi had seen in that dorm room… things like that made him regret ever becoming a detective.
"Any I.D. on this guy?" Tsukioka asked.
"And where the hell were you?" Kobayashi snapped, wiping some rainwater from his face.
Tsukioka blinked. "Jeez, Kobayashi, you saw it," he said defensively, "guy hit me with a trashcan."
Kobayashi felt an instant stab of shame. "Sorry," he shook his head, "I think this just got to me, y'know?"
"No problem. So did we get an I.D.?"
"Oh, you're gonna love this," Kobayashi muttered, reaching into his soaked jacket and pulling out a wrap of papers. "Mitsuo Chujo. Forty years old, family man, no history of mental illness, and the guy never hurt a fly in his life." And he hadn't thought the case could be any worse.
His cell phone jangled in his pocket. Raising his fingers in a 'two-seconds' gesture to Tsukioka, Kobayashi answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, honey," his wife's voice said tiredly, "just wondering if you were finished yet?"
"I'll probably be back in an hour, Hidemi," the officer near-groaned, rubbing his sore, tired eyes. "See you soon."
"You do realise," Tsukioka said as Kobayashi pocketed his phone, "the media's going to tear us a new one after this."
"That's the Captain's problem," Kobayashi shrugged. "For us, all this crap lately means we just have more work to do."
"Tell me about it," Tsukioka sighed. "What's this, the third loony this week? And that's just the two of us."
Kobayashi nodded grimly and turned his attention to a row of TV sets in an electronic store next to which the cars were parked.
"Police Captain Sendai has come under repeated fire for the sudden spate of violent crimes around Tokyo, with some alleging group connections or links to organised crimes, but Captain Sendai insists that the incidents are not related."
Hidemi Kobayashi woke up slowly, opened her eyes and saw only empty sheets. With a sigh, she sat up and pushed messy, auburn hair out of her face.
Koji, as it turned out, was already up and preparing breakfast. "You're up early," Hidemi yawned.
"I couldn't sleep," Koji shrugged.
"The case?" Hidemi said softly.
"Can we not talk about that?" Koji groaned as his wife wrapped her arms around him.
"You should take the day off," she advised, "the office can last a day without you."
"Hidemi, can we please just not-"
"I just hate seeing you like this."
"Hidemi!" Koji snapped. His wife immediately let go of him and stepped back. "I'm sorry," he said, flustered. He let out a heavy sigh and turned his attention back to the eggs in the frying pan.
Then he looked down, and his stomach contracted.
Without realising it, he'd taken hold of a knife.
The cup of coffee hadn't helped, Koji observed bitterly as he threw it into the trashcan. God, how stressed had he been?
It had just happened without him even realising. He was actually holding a knife, and thinking of… he was going to see a psychiatrist, he decided. This was extreme, even for a homicide detective.
"Detective Kobayashi," he introduced himself to the zookeeper who met him.
"Shin Gendo," the man shook his hand. "This way, please."
"I still don't understand," Koji mentioned, "you said no people were involved in what happened?"
"Well, no," the zookeeper admitted, pointing to one of the cages, "but… who the hell do you call when this happened?"
Two Bengal tigers were lying on their sides in the pens… at least, parts of them were. Strings of blood and chunks of flesh were strewn over the cage floor that, Koji suspected, wasn't meant to be red.
"God," he breathed. He gagged at the stench of the flesh. "What happened?"
"They killed each other," the zookeeper shuddered. "It was the same all over the place; lions, bears, sharks, everything that's kept outdoors."
Koji felt a chill run up his spine. Now animals were killing each other as well? He turned and looked to the city skyline. There was something wrong with this city. Ten years in homicide gave him enough instinct to tell, and there was no mistaking it: Tokyo was tearing itself apart.
The Pacific Ocean
Somewhere, miles into the inky blackness of the deepest parts of the South Pacific, in an undersea chasm, a leviathan stirred. A reptilian snout turned up in the water with a deep rumble.
A gigantic eye opened slowly, burning with a cold intelligence that had nothing to do with reason or logic. It was, rather than an intellect, a set of refined instincts, all anger and territorialism.
And right at that moment, every one of those instincts told it that something was very, very wrong.
With a low growl, Godzilla began to drift out of his lair.
And so it begins- so just what's happening? Violent crime? Animals killing each other? How does that relate to the beginning of the story? What role could a homicide detective play in a Godzilla saga?
Anyway, this story was inspired by a Spider-Man storyline I'm reading. What's behind these events, however, is a guaranteed idea of my own as I haven't read the actual story. As for how the crime in Tokyo relates to the monster happenings… well, wait for the next chapter and you'll see!
Godzilla is © Toho