Godzilla's Perspective — Late 2014
The ocean was restless.
Not merely wind and tide, but a trembling deep within the mantle, an echo that pulsed through the bones of the planet. Godzilla felt it first as vibration along his spine, a subtle but insistent thrum that spoke of hunger and chaos far from the water's surface.
He rose slowly, tail slicing the currents like a scythe, each stroke tearing through waves that seemed almost alive with anticipation. The deep glowed faintly with radiation streaming along his dorsal fins, a signal to the world that he was awake, aware, and moving.
Above the black water, the night sky broke into a flash of lightning. Godzilla inhaled the electric tang in the air, tasting the ozone. The signal of another presence reached him, faint but unmistakable — twin pulses, insectile and erratic, hungry for energy.
Parasites.
He did not move hastily. His body, immense and scaled, flowed through the water with measured patience. Every stroke was calculated. He could feel the pulse of human machines nearby, futile and weak, clashing against his awareness like a child banging on stone. He ignored them.
The MUTOs were approaching San Francisco — drawn by the hidden radiation of human activity and Godzilla's own presence. He could feel them now, tens of kilometers away, vibrating across the currents in shrill, chaotic harmonics. They were fast, erratic, unpredictable, but predictable in their pattern: hunger, aggression, hunger.
Godzilla's senses sharpened. He did not need sight to track them; the water itself moved differently under their weight, the air quivered with their electric signals, and their faint heat burned against the ocean.
He began his ascent.
Monarch Log — Pacific Tracking Post
Dr. Graham: "Godzilla is rising. Thermal imaging confirms dorsal fin radiation spikes — they're off the charts."
Agent Graham: "What about the MUTOs?"
Technician: "Pair detected — one heading north at 60 km/h, another south, reconverging near the city. Likely energy feeding before convergence."
Dr. Graham (murmur): "Godzilla will intercept. The question is — what's left for us to survive?"
Emergence
Godzilla broke the surface silently, a shadow stretching across the waves. Moonlight reflected off his wet scales like liquid steel. Every breath steamed into the night. The water around him surged violently, frothing white as his presence displaced tons of liquid.
Above, distant lights marked the approach of the MUTOs. They were creatures of chaos and hunger — electric pulses streaking across black forms, wings slicing the wind with shrill sound. He observed them first as shapes and motion, then as intent: they were drawn to him, and they knew him only as a target.
Let them come.
The ocean roared around him as he began moving forward, each stroke sending a pulse through the water. He sensed every electric signal from the sky, every drone Monarch had foolishly sent ahead. Machines were nothing to him — they could not feed.
Above the surface, the first MUTO opened its wings, shrieking into the night. Godzilla felt the vibration through his spine — hunger and fear intertwined in their movements. He did not roar. Not yet. He waited.
Patience was his weapon. Observation his strategy. Centuries of survival, of rising from extinction and sleep, had taught him that the first strike was always the one that counted most.
First Contact
The first MUTO dropped from the sky like a falling shadow, wings beating violently to stabilize in the wind. Godzilla shifted, letting the water lift him partially, massive tail coiling beneath him like a whip ready to strike.
The creature shrieked and lunged. Its claws scraped across the waves, sending explosive sprays of water into the night. Godzilla's tail lashed first, smashing a tidal wall into the approaching wingspan. The MUTO faltered, screeching, and his dorsal fins flared with nuclear energy, a slow build of power just beneath the surface.
The second MUTO appeared overhead, diving in from the dark clouds, wings bracing for impact. Godzilla exhaled, water boiling along his gills as the first creature rose again, staggered but not destroyed.
This is their first mistake.
Godzilla struck the water with one foot like a battering ram, sending a pillar of ocean skyward, and slammed the first MUTO midair. Impact rolled across the water, waves splintering, machines in the distance recording but unable to affect him.
The battle was beginning.