As light filtered down from the trees, a beam struck the closed eyes of the sleeping being below. With a grunt he opened his eye to the offending streak only to close it immediately. If only the sun would just go away all would be well with his little world. But unfortunately the Rays where still attempting to dig their way through his eyelids as if intending solely to piss him off. That and unfortunately he could feel a rumbling in his stomach. If he wanted to eat he would have to get up.
Letting out a frustrated sigh he hoisted himself up from his warm bedding and trudged out into the open. His eyes squinted further as he stepped out onto the sandy beach of his home. It was an island all to himself a place he had felt safe on once. But that changed somewhat when "those creatures" showed up. When he first saw them it was because he was drawn out by the racket they where intent on causing, little brown and green creatures scurried about his feet making loud obnoxious sounds that irritated him to no end. The brown ones where intelligent enough to back off when he came into view but the green ones only made more noise. He had originally intended to simply scare them off as they where only a nusance at the time. But then when he stepped out onto the beach that all changed. Silver objects floating in the water away had made some sort of loud noise and then all he could feel in his chest was excruciating pain, enough so to topple him and briefly render him unconscious.
When he came to all he saw was red, stepping and trampling on the little green terrors until they where all dead. He retreated back further into his island to tend to his wounds and keep a safe distance from those floating silver abominations. As he lay down to rest the little brown creatures he had inadvertantly saved came crawling out of the shadows to stand before him. Even though he couldn't understand their incessant chitter he could tell they where attempting to comfort him. With a nod of appreciation and the memory of those creatures burned into his brain they scurried off once more to never be seen again by him.
As he stood out on the beach now the memory of the silver abominations left a sour taste in his throat. He made it routine now to come out onto the beach and make sure they where no longer there. Seeing as such for himself he gave a curt nod of approval before turning his back on the water and moving inland again for the next item on his menu, a meal.
The next day it was much the same routine, wake up, walk to the beach, grab a meal, laze around, get something to drink, perhaps go wading in the water, eat again, walk to the beach again, go to bed, rinse repeat. However this morning would be quite different...
24 hours to detonation
Shock was all he could feel as his eyes pointed out the silver specks on the horizon. He knew what they were and he was quite displeased as his shock transformed into fury. But even then that was blanketed with the cold grip of fear. He knew full well what they where capable of and even now he could still feel the echo of the pain he had endured. For hours he sat on the beach staring at them as they drew close only to be puzzled as they veered to the right. His anxiety washed away as he watched them move toward one of the neighboring islands. But still he sat cautiously watching.
But after another hour of nothing he had decided that they most likely where not coming for him or his island and deemed it safe to retreat back inland be it hesitantly so.
2:00pm 18hours to detonation.
All day his worry knawed at him, eating him away. What if those little green creatures came back? What if they came with those silver abominations with the sole intent of ending his life? As such he made frequent visits to the beach only to come up with nothing. The silver floaters had not come for him as of yet but he could also feel that they had not departed either.
5:00pm 15 hours to detonation.
One more visit to the beach turned up nothing for him once more but his worry had yet to ebb as he continued to stare. It wasn't long before he realized that it was getting dark, but he cared not. All he wanted was some sort of sign that they had left, but he would get none as the sun sank lower behind his back and behind the waves as the earth turned its back on the sun.
1:45am 6 hours and 15 minutes to detonation.
In the middle of the night he jolted awake. Looking around frantically he realized he must have fallen asleep looking out onto the water. His anxiety was still present but much less than it had been in the morning. He was most likely too tired to care much at all and the fact that he had hardly eaten anything only added to this. Instead he decided to simply go with it. The sand was only just cooling from being in the sun all day and it felt marvelous against him as he curled up with a small huff. Perhaps they where already gone and he had just missed it. What he needed right now was sleep and take him it did.
7:23 am 37 minutes to detonation.
His eyes slowly slid open as the first light of day caressed them. For once it wasn't blinding as the morning sun usually was. As he shook the grogginess from himself as well as loose sand he realized he actually felt good. His nervousness had left him in his slumber and the sun was starting to warm him up.
7:30 am 30 minutes to detonation.
As he looked contently over the water he noticed from the sister island next to his the silver abominations had appeared once more and his heart seized. However it relaxed soon after as he witnessed them leaving and in what appeared to be a rush. A sigh of relief left him as he realized he might not have to fear for his life in the near future.
7:58am 1 minute 26 seconds to detonation
He rose to his full height as he got up from the now warming sand. He realized in his worry yesterday that he had forgotten to eat. With his confidence that the abominations had departed and hopefully this time for good he could finally be at peace and maybe get something to eat. But as he trudged off he turned to look at the sister island next to his own. Sure it was a way off but he couldn't shake a sense of foreboding as he stared at it. What where they doing there?
7:59am 17 seconds to detonation.
As he stared the feeling in his heart only grew and then suddenly a bright flash filled his vision. The pain was unimaginable as the light seared itself into his skull. Seconds after it felt as though a mountain was thrown at him and he was blown off his feet. Blind and tumbling through the sand he could only cry out in terror as what seemed to be the end of the world occurred around him. The sound of whatever had hit him was monstrous like an erupting volcano perhaps. No he head heard it before only quieter if that was at all possible. But blind and laying in debris he was given no rest as he felt the intense heat around him. Quickly scrambling he headed towards what smelled like water and dove in to escape what surely must have been death itself.
23 minutes post detonation.
Breaking the surface of the water he gasped for air and slowly crawled ashore. He was battered and bruised and still he could not see despite his eyes being wide open. Everything hurt, not quite as much as it had when those silver abominations where around but the pain was still intense none the less. But as he lay there on the sandy beach relishing in the warm sand he could feel something light touch his body. He wasn't quite sure what it was but he felt it could do him no harm. So he allowed unconsciousness to take him into its embrace. Perhaps he could simply sleep off this whole sordid affair.
56 minutes post detonation
He was rudely awoken by the dull ache of his skin and what felt like breathing in needles. Everything inside of him hurt and so he dove back into the water in an attempt to snuff out his internal fire.
2 days 13 hours post detonation.
He had dragged himself ashore once again, laying in that softness that most certainly was not sand. Despite the fact he wasn't moving he was still in unending agony. As much as the water was his refuge from this nightmarish pain he still needed to breathe and rest, though he truly desired to do neither of the two. His skin felt as though it was on fire constantly as did most of his innards. The water would normally soothe and cool the fire but on land there was no refuge from its pure unbridled fury. He could only lay there until he gathered enough strength to pathetically crawl back into the ocean.
4 days 10 hours post detonation.
Everything was utter agony, ashore or no. His back felt as though it was tearing itself to pieces and he felt a burning heat and unnatural weight in his breast. That wasn't quite all. Despite his blurred vision and returning sight he felt weighed down. Muscle that wasn't supposed to be in his limbs where and it felt as though he was carrying extra weight on his back. If this was the pain needed for his sight back he'd gladly stay blind for the rest of his life.
1 week 3 days post detonation.
Once more it climbed back ashore greeted by the tempest that was his flesh. It could see more clearly now but the sights that greeted its vision disturbed it greatly. The lush forest that it had once called home was barren. Trees broken or otherwise twisted at an angle, ash coating every square inch of the island, but perhaps worst of all. Silence, a deafening unnatural silence. It knew somehow that everything on its island was dead. The feeling was everywhere. His home was no more.
1 week 5 days post detonation.
After trudging ashore it surveyed the sister island to the one it knew as home. This one was far worse off. There was nothing, and as it climbed the ridge in the middle of the island all that was there to greet it was a crater. After days of suffering it could now see clearly if not better than it used to, but in exchange.. It forced itself not to retch at the thought. It's skin was gnarled and wrinkled with a coal black color. The mere sight of it would make its flesh crawl if it still could. The searing pain that had once been felt on its back was exchanged for a dull throbbing and stinging as well as some uncomfortable weight. It's chest felt heavier and there was some sort of angry heat deep in its chest. It's muscles where packed to the limit and it walked a bit funny, taller, less hunched over. None of this was natural and it felt horrible both physically and on every level mentally. It was no longer what it once was, the light had stripped it of everything it had once had and thrust this terrible life onto it. It felt utterly hollow. All it wanted to know was why? But as he surveyed the horizon it got its answer. There sitting almost smugly on the ocean was one of them. Instantly it knew that somehow THEY where responsible for the light, the pain, the changes, everything! It wanted nothing more now than to hunt them down and slaughter them all like the animals they were. No not even animals would be capable of concieving of such twisted cruelty. These things where monsters, and it would kill every last one of them if it was the last thing it did. Like that with a goal in mind it walked to the water's edge and entered its sanctuary. He would swim for miles if he had to.
The world did not know what they had unleashed. On an island near Japan, there where a group of people. The people of Odo island, they knew. They had worshiped it as a deity long before they knew it was given flesh. They had called this God by one name.
As it turned from the land and back into the ocean Gojira could only feel grim satisfaction. They had turned his home into a delsolate wasteland and he has repayed them in kind. They had stripped his ability to feel anything physically and he repayed them in kind. And he would not stop until he had killed them all or was killed himself. He would welcome either.