King Kong VS Godzilla: Part 1 (© Jesus Riddle Morales) This contribution is part of a series:- 1. King Kong VS Godzilla: Part 1 (23-Mar-2006)
| As American and Japanese scientists close in on a mysterious connection between 'Skull Island’ and 'Monster Island', a subterranean path takes the monarch reptile to Kong’s domain. There, a very young and 'Kong-sized' Godzilla dukes it out with Skull Island’s premier resident. | 2. King Kong VS Godzilla: Part 2 (14-Apr-2006)
| This is the second part of the three-part story 'King Kong VS Godzilla'. | 3. King Kong VS Godzilla: Part 3 (2-Aug-2006)
| This final part of the three-part story 'King Kong VS Godzilla'. |
Page 1 Skull Island: October 28, 1929
“I can be King!”
That’s what a crafty, old islander was muttering to himself as he and his
apprentice neared their long voyage to the secreted Skull Island.
Alongside a narrow beach, two thin ships came up and anchored on the desolate
isle. They were just visitors from neighboring islands, islands where the fauna
was modern and lacked the monstrous diversity of creatures that inhabited this
particularly odd isle. From the boats, a pair of witchdoctors came to shore and
quickly created a makeshift altar by placing a pattern of shells in intricate
circles.
“Gomatta, Wonga! Gomatta Wonga!” Shouted one of the natives.
In response, a seeping creak sound emanated from a nearby cave. Adding to the noise
was the fleeting cry of an infant boy. Holding the baby up to the sky, the
elder witchdoctor yelled out more religious lyrics.
Soon, a shimmering red light crawled quickly from the cave. In tandem, two more
red flashes belted out of the cavern as well. Being near dusk, the natives
could only make out the sleek, long shapes moving toward them. But soon, they
recognized the beasts outright.
“Wonga…Wonga no patta di haibed!” Screamed the elder witchdoctor, obviously
offering the crying infant to the three, speedy monstrosities in front of them.
In a quick flick of their segmented bodies, the three, fifteen-foot centipedes
encircled the pair of priests. One of the metallic-red insects jumped up and
ripped the screaming baby from the witchdoctor’s arms.
A quick gnashing of the arthropod’s mandibles ended the screaming of the
unfortunate child. Blood spilling from the tiny remnants of the small corpse
took the younger witchdoctor by surprise. Against his master’s teachings, the
primal priest staggered back in fear and began to flee. This triggered an
instinct in the three centipedes and they quickly went after him.
Incasing the native like an anaconda squeezing a deer, the centipedes rolled in
a wild ball together, ripping the man’s limbs off. Blood spewed out from his
torn corpse and soaked the sand around him. Afterward, the red creatures
slinked back into their ominous cave.
The elder priest was spared, only because he knew that the centipedes would not
attack him. Unlike his ambitious apprentice and tribal competition, he had
smeared himself with a pepper-like herb, which gave off a distaste to the
creatures. It was an old trick passed on by his ancestors.
Now that he completed his unholy sacrifice and ridded himself of his
competition, the elder priest celebrated by chanting a song as he made his way
back to the boat. However, he was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps…very
heavy footsteps. Thinking them to be the sign of some of the strange dragons of
these parts, he began to rush his departure. But suddenly, an immense form
broke out from the tree line. It’s massive size was outdone only by it’s
blood-curdling, primate roar. Beating on his chest angrily, the large beast
signified the protection of his territory by stomping on the old native.
A squishy crunch was heard as the massive primate exited. It left behind the
flattened remains of broken bones and trampled brain matter, all cradled in the
vast footprint of a mighty ape. The witchdoctor was no more. But he should have
known better, he was warned by his own elders that such things could happen –
for this was the quintessential nature of justice on Skull Island.
Mokai Suneki Research Center: Ninety-four miles from Monster Island
“He’s the best of them!”
That’s what American naturalist, John Carter said as he referred to a sample of
plant brought from Monster Island. John was one of the few scientists to be
working alongside Japanese agents allowed to venture into the Takara Islands.
In reality, the Takara Islands was only the official name for a recently
discovered mountain range that sprung up from the South Pacific. The creatures
that inhabited that unknown and wild land were both terrifying and enormous.
Aki Soto, the leading expert on the newfound wilderness simply called the place
‘Monster Island’, and for good reason, too. Over the last three years, his team
had penetrated the ever-crowding cloud systems there and ventured along the
shores of the prehistoric paradise. Even so, they dared not venture too far,
for they already discovered that the place was chock full of strange and
Goliath beasts. Out of the thirty-six explorers that conducted the official
expedition there, only Aki and his assistant, Mara had made it back alive. [ Continue to page 2 ] |