Godzilla Wars

By evolution-500

Genre: Horror/Tragedy

Disclaimer: Godzilla is a property owned by Toho Co. Ltd. I do not own this character.

WARNING: This story contains references to violence, coarse language and disturbing themes/imagery. Reader discretion is advised.

"The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Unknown Location, Japan, 2132

The giant skull loomed over everything within the massive hangar, its great size casting a great shadow over all, including the various cranes and personnel as they went about their assigned duties.

Adjusting his glasses, Declan Kirkland stoically stared at it with his arms folded behind his back, his blue dress suit, white shirt and black tie immaculate and devoid of wrinkles, watching everything from a crow's nest.

It had been over one hundred and seventy-eight years since the incident in 1954, and the world had never seen the likes of what had occurred on that fateful day, nor would it ever again.

But even more tragically, nor had any creature similar to Godzilla had ever been discovered since; with the passage of time, both the event and the creature itself had taken on an almost mythic quality to the point that few started to believe that either existed.

A few attempts have been made in order to use the site of its remains as a tourist attraction, but over time interest waned, resulting in said-attraction going out of business.

Seeing the massive skull, Kirkland gave a partial smirk.

It had taken many ages, many court decisions, and many, MANY favors and backdoor deals, but as of July 16th, 2132, Godzilla's remains were now the official property of Kirkland Industries.

It had also taken a great deal of time and money in order to extract the skeleton from Tokyo Bay in its entirety, but thankfully, Kirkland was a patient man with an abundance of resources.

Being the CEO of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world had its benefits, and as a businessman, Kirkland knew a goldmine when he saw one, and boy had he stumbled onto the mother of all golden eggs.

All he needed to do now was wait while the researchers gathered up the creature's genetic material, and fortunately for them, there was plenty to be harvested.

Staring out the window, Kirkland watched the HAZMAT crew as they approached the bones and got started with their work, scraping off various organic material and putting them into small containers and bags.

* * * * *

Five years later...

Kirkland stood behind a window with his arms folded behind his back, staring through a window into a sterilized, lead-lined white-on-white containment room with a large twenty by forty foot self-contained pool inside, watching as its lone occupant carefully.

Stirring from its sleep, Subject G-12 lied on a patch of grass on its side with a metal collar around its neck, giving a soft sniffle like a newborn puppy.

Opening its large eyes, it glanced up at him and saurian chirped, wagging its tail as it curiously cocked its head to the side, reminding Kirkland of a large bird or chiclet. Though the creature was around five to six feet tall, many of its features, including its dorsal plates and teeth, were small and barely forming.

Lifting its hind leg, the infant creature started to scratch its shoulder, its hind claws clanking against the metal collar, its light green hide marked with a large black tattoo that read "G-12" in bold, while underneath the letters was a serial number and logo for Kirkland Industries.

Settling down, the little beast gave a despondent sigh, causing a smirk to form on Kirkland's face.

Three years of research, and the results were marvelous; not only was the Science Team able to do the impossible by decoding the original Godzilla's unique genetic structure, which had been a massive undertaking in its own right, but they had also managed to reconstitute the entire animal from scratch.

Of course, this was still early days, and while there was always the possibility that this newly-created clone would not be as tall nor as strong as its predecessor, the results spoke for itself, and Kirkland was more than certain that G-12 would be the key to great things.

Three years of painstaking research, with numerous roadblocks at every turn, some of it being attributable to Dr. Serizawa's infamous "invention"; whatever compounds or chemicals Serizawa had used in the construction of his "Oxygen Destroyer" back in 1954 had ensured that almost nothing of the creature remained.

However, while much of the creature's cells had been largely eradicated, there had been plenty of viable genetic material left over, at least just to enough for them to fill in the gaps.

Of course, that had only been the start of an even greater headache; from the recovered cells, Godzilla was unlike any animal to have ever walked the earth, possessing over eight times the genetic information of human beings, with advanced never-before-seen cell structures.

Even more, these same structures also allowed for the conversion of radiation into a more suitable resource. According to the report of Dr. Erica Kōchi, one of Kirkland's top researchers, the creature was a being that, had it survived, would have been considered the most highly evolved organism on the planet, one that would - at least, in theory - have been able to survive the harshest conditions imaginable.

It hadn't been easy reconstructing the creature's genome, but through the insertion of some reptilian and avian genes combined with some artificially-created machine cells, along with small doses of UV radiation, the Science Team was able to work miracles.

However, the greatest miracle proved to be the trickiest to create; fertilization of egg cells proved particularly troublesome due to the subject's radiation, posing something of a problem. To get around that, researchers implanted hundreds of artificially fertilized egg cells into a vacant uterus of a host mother - more specifically an ostrich due to its suitable size along with its genetic compatibility - before transferring them all into an artificial womb.

Of those two hundred plus attempts at fertilization, only a dozen were able to fully develop into eggs.

Of those dozen eggs, two were stillborn. A third had developed multiple abnormally-formed limbs and organs, while another sported horrific eye-like tumors all over its body.

Both ended up being disposed of after detailed autopsy reports had been made, while various fetuses were placed into thick containers filled with formaldehyde for further analyses.

Thankfully, the rest had been born without any complications.

Hearing the door open behind him, Kirkland was still as he saw the reflections of two men in black suits approach.

"Report," he ordered, his baritone gravelly voice like bubbling volcanic rock.

The black-suited figures stiffened. "Forgive the intrusion, sir," one of them, a man with red hair, spoke, "but we've just received confirmation from our Arizona division that they have possession of one of the 'G' infants that we have transferred."

"Any complications?"

"None whatsoever, sir. The subject is getting used to its new surroundings, but aside from that, there have been no issues. We haven't received word from our Toronto division as of yet, however."

"I see. And what about our facility in South Africa?"

"Specimen has been received and safely stored."

"Excellent. Keep me informed of any further developments."

Watching the two suited figures bow their heads in acknowledgment, the men turned around and exited the room, leaving Kirkland with G-12.

Taking off his glasses, the CEO started to wipe them with a cloth, never for a moment taking his eyes off of the small animal in the room.

"I sense great things ahead, G-12," Kirkland commented. "Just you wait."

* * * * *

2138

The collar around its neck was starting to feel itchy again.

Lifting up its hindleg, G-12 scratched at it, its forearms pitifully grasping at the inconvenient item.

Letting out a small snort, the little creature paced around back and forth, its tail swishing from side to side before dipping its head into the pool, relishing the cold water as it gave the infant some minor relief.

Lifting its head back out, it vigorously shook off the water before looking over to the one-way mirror, the creature chirping at the sight of its own reflection, its arms raising slightly.

Unsatisfied, G-12 slumped a little, disappointed by the lack of company.

It recalled being with its siblings at some point, but after a strange smell entered the room, G-12 had felt a little sleepy.

When it awoke, it found itself alone, its siblings missing from the room itself.

It had tried to understand where they had went, even gone so far as to try and search its own room.

Where could they have gone?

It had searched in the water, it had tried digging, but all it found was grass and mud.

Letting its eyes droop, G-12 settled down onto the floor, letting out a soft whine as it felt the aching pangs of loneliness.

* * * * *

The food tasted funny.

At first, G-12 had been given a steady diet of what the white beings called "fish" and "chicken", both of which he had liked very much.

Later on, however, he had been given some strange food that made his throat and stomach burn.

There were a few occasions where G-12 felt sick after eating the stuff, but over time it started to get used to it.

It didn't like the white-clothed beings much - at least, not all of them. Most would poke and prod at him, sometimes injecting him with what they called "a needle".

G-12 didn't like needles at all.

One or two were friendly enough to "talk" with him, but he couldn't really understand much of what was being said.

He liked getting patted on the head, but he LOVED receiving belly-rubs from Dr. Saegusa!

"Who's a good boy? Yeah! Who's a good boy!"

G-12 a good boy.

* * * * *

His insides were burning.

Everything inside of him hurt. His bones hurt, his mouth and throat hurt.

Even worse, he could feel every part of him stretching painfully.

His back hurt so bad that he could feel his bones tearing out from its skin.

All sorts of strange smells and sensations, along with a horrible copperish taste that burned.

Even lying in the pool and drinking the cold water did nothing to quench the scorching heat that G-12 felt inside.

White-clad beings had been cutting off pieces of him and stuffing bad-tasting medicine down his throat.

Dr. Saegusa no longer around. Don't know why.

Missed head pats and tummy rubs.

Had he done something bad?

G-12 a good boy.

* * * * *

**TOP SECRET**

CONFIDENTIAL MEMORANDUM (CLASSIFIED)

DATE: June 11, 2138

RE: PROJECT UPDATES

TO: Declan Kirkland, CEO

FROM: Research and Development Division

As per our previous email, great strides have been made in our research involving [REDACTED]. Several specimens have been produced, and the [REDACTED] harvested from [REDACTED] has yielded very encouraging results - an 82% increase in cell regeneration and reduction of cancer within test animals. Further tests will be needed before human trials can begin and the Ethics Committee has granted us clearance.

Regarding Project Titan, Subjects G-02, G-05, G-09, and G-12 are currently held in separate facilities located in [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], where they will continue to be kept for the duration and carefully studied. As per the request made from our colleagues at DARPA, Project Titan shall be overlooked by Dr. [REDACTED], our expert behavioral psychologist. Subjects' operant conditioning and combat training shall commence as soon as the subjects are of appropriate age and size. All personnel are to follow protocol with security staff on guard, who are to be armed at all times.

Sincerely,

[REDACTED]

* * * * *

**TOP SECRET**

CONFIDENTIAL MEMORANDUM (CLASSIFIED)

DATE: September 11, 2138

RE: BEHAVIOUR REPORTS AND PROGRESS

TO: Declan Kirkland, CEO

FROM: Research and Development Division

Since June 23 of this year, Subjects G-02, G-05, G-09, and G-12 have been subjected to various behavioral conditioning techniques involving a combination of both auditory and visual stimuli, all of which have been maintained through positive and negative reinforcement. Subject G-12, however, seems to be the most passive and least aggressive of his species, which could potentially impact his effectiveness as a weapon. However, as noted by both myself and my colleague, Dr. [REDACTED], Subject G-12 is the most obedient and least troublesome. A full report on G-12 has been included for your review along with the files for the other assets. In order to ensure G-12's combat effectiveness and aggression, we will need to push his training even harder than the others. Dr. [REDACTED] and I will continue to monitor him and report our findings as soon as we notice any discernible changes.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. [REDACTED]

* * * * *

Pain.

Every part of it hurt.

Lying on his side with his entire form covered in bloody gauss bandages, G-12 let out a soft, pained whine, shivering and whimpering as he lied alone in his chamber.

It didn't like those "exercises".

Grey things attacked G-12 with sticks and bladed things.

Grey things cut, stabbed and kicked him repeatedly, some of them laughing.

G-12 doesn't like those grey things.

G-12 want head pats and tummy rubs.

G-12 want to see Dr. Saegusa again.

G-12 lonely.

G-12 a good boy.

* * * * *

**TOP SECRET**

CONFIDENTIAL MEMORANDUM (CLASSIFIED)

DATE: January 11, 2139

RE: PROJECT UPDATES

TO: Declan Kirkland, CEO

FROM: Research and Development Division

As confirmation, our American branch located in [REDACTED] will be surgically modifying Subject G-02 with experimental equipment and weaponry on [REDACTED] in order to both maximize and ensure combat effectiveness as well as easier controllability. For that reason, G-02 will be temporarily unavailable for further training and will need four weeks time to fully recover. We will provide your office with reports once we have done testing.

Regards,

Dr. [REDACTED]

* * * * *

**TOP SECRET**

CONFIDENTIAL MEMORANDUM (CLASSIFIED)

DATE: April 9, 2139

RE: PROJECT UPDATES

TO: Declan Kirkland, CEO

FROM: Research and Development Division

A number of viral weapon tests have been conducted on the assets. While the majority of the subjects have largely been immune, Subject G-05 has demonstrated unusual properties as a result of its exposure. Based on our observations, the subject has grown several tumor-like cysts all over its body, all of which are filled with [REDACTED]. Samples from the creature have been taken for analysis, the results of which are currently not available. Included in this memo is a detailed report on G-05's mutation for your review. Further research required for anomaly.

Regards

Dr. [REDACTED]

* * * * *

The room was getting smaller.

Glancing around, G-12 tilted its head from side to side as it chomped on its the last of its fish, its head hitting the roof.

Approaching the pool, G-12 stared down at the water, putting a tentative foot into it.

Grunting, it splashed with its toes, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Why was everything shrinking?

* * * * *

It sensed the presence of the white-clad beings in its room again.

Opening its eyes, G-12 violently trembled, shrinking in fright as the white things approached, accompanied by group of grey-colored things carrying those strange sticks that shoot needles.

It hated the white things; whenever one entered its room, it would poke and prod him with needles.

Grey-colored thing pointed strange stick at G-12 and made it pop.

G-12 hated needles.

* * * * *

Woke up to somewhere new.

Bigger room, with grass and things called "trees".

Bigger pool, but still no sign of siblings.

Still no sign of Dr. Saegusa.

Still lonely.

Letting out a deep, despondent sigh, G-12 settled down onto the grass floor, its heart full of longing.

* * * * *

Fifteen years later...

Declan sat at his desk typing at the computer. Taking a sip from his coffee, he paused as his cellphone rang.

Curious, he checked the call display, then answered.

"Yes?" He gave a small smile, "Ahh, Mr. Tyler! How are things in Africa? Enjoying the weather? That's good. I have to say, your militia has done wonders with that refugee problem. Yes, it's a perfect piece of real estate, isn't it?" He then took a sip from his coffee. "Now then, Mr. Tyler, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

Lifting up his cup again, the CEO froze as he listened quietly, his face betraying nothing.

"...I see. Thank you for the call, Mr. Tyler. I will take your offer under consideration. Goodbye."

Shutting down the call, Declan then started to call another number.

"Hello?" The voice spoke from the other end.

"Derek. This is Declan."

"Ah, Mr. Kirkland! H-How can I help you, sir?"

"How quickly can we get the assets combat-ready? I believe it is time that we performed a field-test."

* * * * *

"RETREAT!" A mercenary waved to his men, his face etched with fear as gunfire and explosions rocked the jungle terrain of Africa.

Men, women and children fled for their lives, some of them screaming while armed personnel discharged rockets at the oncoming threat.

Looming hundreds of feet high, Subject G-12 reared its head back and let out a loud bellow of rage, the sound so powerful that it caused people's eardrums to burst, with those closer to it dying instantly.

Bullets, bombs, mines and explosives harmlessly bounced off of its dark scaly hide, the massive saurian surveying the scorched earth until suddenly completely freezing as a hover-drone illuminated a section with a red laser sighting, the light accompanied by a high-pitched whine.

Stomping its feet in agitation, G-12 narrowed its eyes and bared its sharp fangs, its dorsal plates glowing brightly as a bright light started to form from the back of its mouth, the air ionizing around it.

Stretching open its mouth, the mighty saurian discharged a fiery blue shaft of light down onto the directed target, setting whole trees, jungles and villages ablaze.

On the ground level, a man ran shrieking at the top of his lungs, his flesh melting off from his bones, while nearby a burning house a mother and her two children kneeled in silence against its frame, their blackened forms leaving a silhouette as they turned to ash.

Columns of grey and black smoke rose high into the air while whole sections of jungle were rampant with wild fires everywhere, causing various animals to flee and stampede.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, watching impassively from the sidelines were various researchers as they checked their equipment and wrote on their clipboard, while technicians carefully maneuvered drones and recorded data.

* * * * *

From his Tokyo office, Kirkland calmly watched the footage on a big screen TV, sipping on a cup of coffee behind his glass desk as he observed the creature in action.

A corner of his mouth rose in satisfaction, his chin lifting.

Fifteen years of research, and all of it had paid off wonderfully.

Not only was Project Titan a resounding success, but it was merely the starting point to something even greater - thanks to the creature's unique physiology, new advancements in medical technologies have been made. No longer would burn victims have to wait weeks for skin grafts.

Hair loss would be a thing of the past.

Cancer would become extinct.

And why stop there?

Money could easily be made from various police enforcement agencies - at this various moment, Declan has the ear of many a politician, and already the eggheads within the R&D Department were coming up with new, even smaller variations.

Granted, there may be resistance and opposition at first, but Declan was more than certain that his PR Department would be able to come up with some clever marketing strategy or two to silence the naysayers.

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

Perhaps he should hire some mercenaries and instigate a war somewhere. Someplace far off that nobody had never heard of nor cared about, with lots of children.

Then, when the time was right, one of his assets would be able to come in and save the day.

His smile grew hungrily.

Oh yes, the opportunities were endless.

Merchandising alone would bring more than enough profit to the company. After all, children LOVE dinosaurs!

'Perhaps we should look into the possibility of creating some sort of children's show or cartoon series in order to attract a younger audience,' he mused.

Declan was also well aware of how profitable the pet industry was, although he would need to see if it would be possible for the R&D Department to create a suitably smaller, if not potentially cuter variant of its beasts.

After all, while children may love dinosaurs, no one in their right mind would want to be the one pick up a full-sized Tyrannosaur's shit.

Clicking his tongue, Declan pondered the numbers, sipping from his cup as he did so.

The one area where Declan was more than certain these creatures would make a killing for the company, in both the figurative and literal sense, would be the military industrial complex.

After all, Lockheed Martin Corporation, Raytheon Technologies and General Dynamics were big names, raking in very, VERY big numbers. Together, those companies accounted for $297.68 billion in market capitalization.

Perhaps it was time for Kirkland Industries to step up its game.

As he considered the thought, the CEO wryly grinned in spite of himself.

To think, the creature that caused so much death and destruction all those years ago, the one being that decimated entire armies and tanks, would potentially be fighting alongside them...he had to admit, he appreciated the irony.

Taking his last sip from his drink, Declan set the cup down and leaned back into his chair, clasping his fingers together over his stomach as he thought of the endless possibilities.

Yes, more than enough money could be made from this venture. And likewise, even more money could be made from some of the other countries.

Everyone had guns, rockets, knives, and bombs.

Every country had nuclear weapons and powerplants.

And here he was, the only one in the world that was armed with the perfect counter to nukes, the only known organisms on Earth that could not only survive whatever harm that was thrown at them, but who also viewed nukes as mere delicacies.

Looking up to the ceiling, Declan lightly laughed.

Yes, Iran and Pakistan would want a Godzilla of their own. So would China, Israel, Russia, the Americas and countless others.

So why not give them what they want?

After all, the customer was always right.

Of course, Declan would be a fool to not have taken any preventative measures in the event some rival corporation, militia or government would try to create creatures of their own. An even bigger fool would allow a creature as dangerous as Godzilla to simply escape and exist unimpeded out in the wild.

And of course, it was hard not recognizing the potential dangers of being exposed by some troublesome whistleblower, be it environmentalist, nosy reporter, or some government stooge.

Looking down at the folder on his desk, the CEO studied a series of blueprints that depicted a large metal capsule with a glass central chamber. Within this chamber was a second spherical capsule that was attached by rods at both ends.

As he studied the blueprints, Declan spoke.

"I believe that I should thank you, Dr. Serizawa. None of this would have been possible without you."

Looking back to the screen, Declan watched as the creature ruthlessly demolished everything in sight as civilians and soldiers screamed, the fire around it growing.

* * * * *

Author's Note: So, the inspiration for this story came from a few different places, more specifically "Shin Godzilla" with its raising the specter of there potentially being multiple Godzillas, and to a certain extent "Resident Evil" and "Killer Instinct" in their depictions of dystopian futures where bioweapons are sold to the highest bidder. Part of the inspiration also came from thinking about the first "Godzilla" movie and how his creation had been a total fluke, a freak disaster that should never have occurred yet had within the context of that film.

After rewatching it, part of me couldn't help but morbidly wonder, "what would happen if Godzilla's creation had been intentional? What if a country or a corporation deliberately created a Godzilla of their own as a weapon to be wielded in wars and armed conflict across the globe? What would happen if every country had a Godzilla of their own?"

To a certain extent, the Toho movies had touched on those aspects in some form or another, more specifically in Kiryu, "Invasion Of The Astro Monsters", GMK, "SpaceGodzilla" and "Destroy All Monsters" as well as the unproduced 1994 Jan De Bont Godzilla movie, but the idea of Godzilla as a weapon seemed like an interesting story worth exploring.

In a lot of ways, Godzilla had been an innocent in the first film, so the idea of mankind deliberately taking an innocent creature, a vulnerable being from birth and twisting and perverting it for some ungodly purpose, it is an uncomfortable thing to contemplate.

And God knows, humanity has done some truly awful things throughout history, so it's not entirely a stretch to suppose that something like this could potentially happen, at least, following the aftermath of the 1954 film where there haven't been any kaiju-related incidents.

The title itself was sort of taken as a homage to the toyline of the same name created by the long-defunct Trendmasters. I don't know why, but the name alone had been a really evocative one and really stuck with me for a LONG time, so I've been trying to figure out a story that would best utilize that.

Thus, this story was born.

Feel free to provide constructive criticism and let me know if you liked or disliked this fic, but please, no flames.

Shout-outs to Stuff3 and Egyptianmaus for their immense help - thank you so much, guys. I really appreciate it! :D

Thank you for your time and for taking the time to read this - I hope you liked the story.

Stay safe and healthy, everyone! :D