❝ They knew the world would not be the same.
A few people laughed,
a few people cried,
most were silent. ❞
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godzilla, mothra, rodan, ghidorah & the rest of the characters belong to their respective properties
the arrogance of man is thinking nature is in our control, and not the other way around. let them fight
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Madison was paralyzed, trapped in Ghidorah's gaze.
He smelled like fried wires and the sky just before a thunderstorm. Something like batteries gathered in her throat. His entire presence was suffocating. She wondered how Elena could handle it.
It couldn't end here. Not now, not when she had come so far. Their only chance at survival was to get rid of the ORCA - for good. If she held onto the machine, the dragon would crush her - all of them. Maybe if they gave it up to him, they'd have a chance to escape. But there was also a chance it would cause the rest of the titans to fall back under his spell once more, but it was a chance she felt she was forced to take. The hope that Monarch had made good use of the time they'd try to buy them was the only thing reassuring her.
"Elena," she said, not breaking eye contact with the monster. "Throw it."
Elena hadn't moved. Looking over at her, she looked paralyzed, eyes wide with terror and glued directly at Ghidorah. She wasn't sure if it was due to the rain or fear, but she was shaking. Madison shook her arm.
"Snap out of it, you need to get rid of the ORCA!"
Elena could barely feel the girl's attempts at rousing her from her daze. All the woman could see was a sprawling yellow void, suspended among nothing but golden clouds. Ghidorah hovered before her, lightning crackling around his body as all heads zeroed in on her.
We tried not to hold it against you,
but you really are a nuisance.
You were a waste of a Speaker
You think I asked to be connected to a giant egomaniac?
Oh, cry me a river.
This would be much easier for us if you stopped fighting.
It's not like there's anyone that can help you
What's the point of all this anyway? What could you possibly gain from any of this?
A tiny thing like you couldn't understand
Try me
Not seeing any response from Elena, Madison's face scrunched together in frustration, tugging the ORCA from her hands. That seemed to snap her out of it, but at that same moment, the crackling of Ghidorah's internal light sparked above them, and immediately she tossed it as far as she could. The ORCA landed in a pile of rubble right in front of his massive talons. One of his heads broke their fixed gaze, looking down and considering it for a moment with an irritated glare before bringing his foot down. The ORCA stopped its hum.
