Godzilla Lives!
A Godzilla fanfiction by Travis J. DeSantis
Chapter Sixteen
Miki was trembling on the council chamber floor, trying to fight the flood of pain and rage that cascaded down on her like a waterfall. Asuka was immediately at her side and many others in the room had risen from their seats in alarm.
"Miki! Miki!" the older psychic cried. "What is it? Say something, damn it!"
"AAAAHH!!" Saegusa screamed. "NO!! DON'T!! AAAAAEEEEEE!!!"
She writhed on the floor violently and Asuka was taking a beating just trying to keep her still. In an instant, Sho Kuroki was kneeling down as well and had the small girl in his strong grip. He had a much easier time keeping Miki from hurting herself or anyone else. Many of the foreign delegates were observing with frightened and concerned expressions. Still in his seat, Commander Aso phoned in for medical aid.
"What's going on!?" Sho asked, speaking loudly over her cries.
"I don't know, I don't know!" the woman replied frantically. "I...I have to do a dive!"
"What?" the soldier replied, thoroughly confused.
"A mind dive," Asuka explained quickly. "Hold her still and I'll try to calm her down with my own powers."
Kuroki complied as best he could, holding the thrashing woman against his chest. It pained him to see the twisted visage of anguish on Miki's face as her head beat futilely on his shoulder.
Asuka closed her eyes in immense concentration and carefully touched Miki's forehead. The older psychic reached out through the contact and penetrated the other's tumultuous mind. She needn't search long, for the source of her partner's pain was easy to find. Miki had a white soul that shone with brilliant purity. But there was now an ugly black spot in her heart, pulsing with hate. And it led to--
Okouchi's eyes fluttered open. "My god," she gasped, echoing Miki's earlier sentiment. "She has a psychic link with Godzilla!"
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In response to Godzilla's anger, the giant's silver spines crackled to life with a blue atomic glow. Electricity arced off Godzilla's back in the water, creating an eerie light show as beautiful as it was deadly. Godzilla's maw opened wide and a stream of plasma billowed out. The seawater immediately boiled from the intense heat and billowing bubbles filled the giant's vision.
Searing agony washed over Ogakor's body and the mutant crocodile immediately released his death grip to swim away and get some distance. Several bone blades over the left shoulder were missing, replaced by a shiny burn. Despite the cold of the ocean, bits of flesh still peeled off the wound and floated in the water.
The two titans faced each other now, each daring the other to make the next move. Godzilla was seriously injured, but it was nothing his regenerative powers could not handle. Ogakor was in better shape overall, but a seed of fear had been implanted in the crocodile's more primitive mind. Whereas he was once a normal reptile, the black giant was clearly no ordinary beast. Instincts fought with each other. Fight or flee?
Godzilla made the decision for him. Kicking off with his thick sinewy legs, the giant shot forward and closed the gap in an instant. Ogakor immediately reacted by lunging for another chomp. Godzilla taunted the croc with his bad arm, pulling it away just before Ogakor's long jaws snapped closed. The saurian's clawed hand closed around the reptile's snout while the other clutched the crocodile's shoulder, sharp talons digging into charred flesh.
The black giant put all his weight into a great heave, whipping Ogakor around. The croc was slammed against the nearby submarine, which was not fast enough to make a getaway. On board the Nigou, panicked sailors were thrown about as the sub was rocked by massive blows. Ogakor was too dazed to even attempt an escape from the other mutant's grasp. He could do nothing as Godzilla repeatedly drove his face into the metal.
However, it was the sub that buckled first. Its nuclear reactor was cracked under the stress and now exploded in a brilliant white light. The surface boiled and swelled tremendously, then burst like a gigantic glowing bubble. The very elements shifted and water turned to fire. Boats and helicopters that were rescuing the remaining sailors became no more than black specks in the deadly radiance. An instant later, they were less than specks, blasted to dust by the initial shockwave. Munitions stored in the warships didn't even have the chance to explode as they were vaporized into nothingness.
At last, the unholy violence ceased. A thick black mushroom cloud hung over the boiling waters like a grave marker, indicating the place where hundreds of brave sailors had been reduced to ash. Even the ocean's eternally shifting currents would not soon dilute the fallout that remained.
