Interior of Birth Island
April 12, 2013
8:30 PM

Chuck was lagging behind Hondo and John, obviously tired from the three-hour long walk. He was born a fisherman, not a hiker. His place was out on the water, getting some food for his family. He looked at the two men, sighing as he knew that the only one he could blame is himself, He was the only one who had volunteered to come. There's no way he can complain about it now. He wanted to stay on John's good side, even if the said man could be an asshole at times. 

He glanced down at his watch and then back up at the sky, where the blue was pretty much black with stars coming out to twinkle. 

They eventually came upon a large cave and John was quick to declare that the cave will be their campsite. Hondo and Chuck glanced at each other but said nothing, not wanting to have John's temper flare up again like it had earlier.

"It will be a good shelter if the weather decides to do a three-sixty on us." John stated with a grin. The two simply nodded in response, even though they both thought it was a bad idea. They didn't even check it beforehand like they should have. If they did say something, it would just be a wasted effort. John was too stubborn to listen to either of them. 

They started to set up camp and once they finished, night had fully set in and they had just started a fire just as the temperature began to drop. 

"So, Chuck," began Hondo. "Tell us about yourself."

"Ah, well, there's nothing to really say. I grew up in Maine, currently engaged to my high school sweetheart and I became a fisherman to help my parents with food since they both have an illness that confines them to their house."

"What about kids?"

"Not yet we're thinking about trying after we get married and settled."

John, who was listening in, tried not to roll his eyes. He didn't need to take care of anyone, and he was thankful for that as it would only slow him down. He announced that it was time to get some sleep and they put out the fire before getting into their sleeping bags and did their best to sleep.

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April 13, 2013
12:05 AM

John was awoken by the sounds of shuffling towards the back of the cave. He looked over at the other sleeping bags and noted that Chuck and Hondo were asleep, signaling that it couldn't be them. He carefully got out of his sleeping bag and grabbed a flashlight from his pack. He clicked it on and pointed it towards the back of the cave before he stiffened. Bug-like eyes were staring him, attached to those eyes were an insect-like head that was tilted. It was as if it was studying him, mandibles opening and closing, grasping at nothing but air. 

John was slowly starting to back up, the back of his foot bumping into Hondo who woke up with a start.

John, what--" Hondo began to speak but John quickly waved his hand at the other, signaling him to be quiet. Hondo looked over and saw what John was looking at and he gaped at the sight. He quickly shook Chuck awake and he stood up with him, slowly backing out of the cave. The thing began to scurry towards them and the three booked it out of the cave and into the forest. 

"What the hell is that thing?!" John shouted as they ran.

"I think I know what it was, but it was believed to be extinct!" Hondo answered.

"What?!"

"Maganulon! They're insects that was last scene before the Rodan pair appeared!"

"Will you two shut up and focus on running?!" Chuck finally snapped at them, and John growled but continued to run. They got to the nearby lake that they had found earlier and finally stopped, panting.

"S...so...we lost our stuff back there...what are we going to do now?" Chuck questioned them.

"We will wait until morning to head back. They could be nocturnal." Hondo answered and Chuck nodded before he went to the lake's edge and looked into it. He then turned back to Hondo.

"So, we are just going to wait here?"

"I believe that is our best bet, so yes."

Chuck let out a small groan but said nothing, his frame slumping. 

Unknown to the man, something was slowly lifting out of the water behind him. Chuck could see the horror on his companions' faces and went to ask what was wrong until he felt a sharp pain going in his back and in his stomach. He could feel blood bubbling up his throat, past his lips and down his chin. He coughed, looking down and saw a spike sticking out of him. He felt himself getting lifted into the air. He turned his head and saw two glowing yellow eyes staring up at him. With a jerk, the spike was gone, and he was falling. He saw the moon and the stars disappear before he was met with darkness.

John and Hondo could only stare in horror as Chuck was eaten by a gigantic lobster-shrimp-thing that stood at fifty-five meters.

"Ebirah..." Hondo mumbled and he saw the look of confusion on John's face.

"It's a lake guardian that my parent my parents told me about when I was a child but...it isn't supposed to be on this island." Hondo clarified just before Ebirah took a step forward and they quickly ran once more, this time towards the beach. The massive creature was quick to chase after them. 

The two made it in record time and started to try and push the boat out into the water. Ebirah burst from the tree line with a screech and began to make its way over to the two men before it suddenly stopped. It seemed to had sense something since it perked up. 

A low, growling moan-like sound came from the sea, making John and Hondo look over. They could see the water starting to churn and foam. 

Then, a blinding white light started to flash within the water before an orange and red stream-like beam burst from the churning and foaming surface and hit Ebirah in the face, making it screech in pain as yellow blood oozed from the wound.

A torso slowly rose up, water cascading down its muscular chest and arms. The mighty beast opened its maw and let out an Earth-shattering roar, causing Hondo to freeze up. He had heard a roar like this, on an old film from so many years ago. It couldn't be though, that creature was killed by an unknown weapon. Then, the beast began to make its way towards Ebirah, the dorsal plates on its back flashing a crimson color, bathing everything in a fiery glow.

Hondo finally found his voice and it came out as a wail of terror.

"Gojira...G-GOJIRA!"