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Godzilla, The Crucible	By : BrokenStride Category: -Movies Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning, dark fic. This chapter contains torture and rape. Suggestion of past child rape. Future chapters will contain underage sex.
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Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.6 The Old One
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The sun was just starting to get a little low. He needed to get ashore before the twilight hour. Dark time was kraken time. His catch wouldn’t do them any good if he got himself killed. The hunt took too long and he’d been too stubborn to come home empty handed.
-Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!-
Now he was nervously racing the sun, his claws sunk in the shark’s head and swimming belly to belly with the corpse to reduce drag. The dammed thing was longer than him, even tail included. A real trophy. He’d clashed smart for once, the proof was in his hands. But it was still stupid to not give up sooner. One of these cycles he really was going to get himself killed!
-Can I do nothing right!?-
Sundown was still a ways to come, but it still frightened him. He had time. He needed to just calm down and stay aware. Better to swim a little slower than to not sense the attack.
Following his own advice he took up a less frantic pace, lazily pumping his gills and expanding his senses.
But something was stalking him. Dread, sorrow, despair. Negative emotions began to suddenly creep into the back of his mind without reason and he panicked, dropping his catch and bolting for the safety of land.
Kraken fed on the mind by terrorizing and torturing their victims on a level that went beyond the physical, but they also enjoyed committing unspeakable acts upon the body. There were survivors back at the colony who had been too damaged to think for themselves. They could grow gargantuan and the little ones had a way of tangling up their prey that could render animals so much larger than themselves helpless. It was like they were built for killing dragons. The last thing he wanted was to clash with one of those abominations.
But as he was heading for the island he realized he was leading it strait to the female. He tried to think of where else to take it, but it was too late. Everything happened so fast. His ankle was grabbed before he even saw it. Thankfully the kraken was just a pup itself, only half his size, but it was still trying to wrap him up and immobilize him. He bit its tentacle and it wrapped his head, its beak raking his jaw to the bone in its desperation to escape him.
He was forced to let go and it escaped, but adrenaline was pumping and the young bull lost himself in the fight, taking chase and heading deeper and further out to sea. The pain in his jaw, his enemy’s blood on his tongue, he couldn’t be more thrilled! Clashing with that little kraken had been the closest he’d ever come to pitting himself against another bull and it felt damn good! This wasn’t prey, this was a combatant!
Then,
FEAR
It echoed in layers, building fast and nearly overwhelming him as his stomach roiled. The waters ahead darkened and his target vanished into the fast expanding black cloud. A projection! His sight was being blocked! Only older, larger kraken had the ability, but it felt like there were many. The pup had fled to the safety of its colony!
Heart pounding wildly, he spun and the cloud was nearly upon him by the time he had managed to reverse course. All he could do was swim hard. The black water slowly overcame him, engulfing him, blocking his vision and other senses.
He and the female had witnessed kraken torture many times, but the worst was when they were little. A squad had swarmed an old rogue cow probably visiting the Outlands for better prey. It was a cold reminder that no water was safe in the Outlands, since kraken usually stayed in open ocean and the attack had occurred at a cliff base. They’d been hiding from the cow when the kraken struck. All they could do was hide under an overhang and wait for them to leave or risk capture. The creatures had spent cycles torturing her to death from the inside out so close to them, slowly tearing up her body while her innards were meticulously removed through her shredded vent, stopping only to revive her. They had thought they’d gone unnoticed, but kraken fed on the distressed mind the way the mutation let the pups feed on that toxic energy. Seasons later they realized the true horror of their situation, that the kraken had been purposely torturing that poor cow right under their snouts just to terrorize them. Their minds were being fed upon the whole time. For so long afterwards they’d had to comfort each other through nightmares that left them crying and thrashing in their sleep and so very often she would wake him so he could wrap his big arms around her and make the bad dreams go away. They hadn’t slept alone since.
As the memory of that torture played over and over in his mind something grabbed his tail, yanking him back, halting his momentum with painful abruptness as his spine was jerked.
His limbs and tail were tangled as his neck was wrapped so he couldn’t bite. He twisted and writhed, fighting against them as they bent him around painfully and wrenched his body in ways it wasn’t supposed turn, his muscles and joints straining at their limits. His neck had just enough give that he could still pump water past his gills and breath, a sign that they wanted to drag it out.
The projection was all encompassing. Couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. Couldn’t smell or taste. He could only feel...
Smaller tentacles were worming along his sealed gill slits and trying to find the edges, but he had to open them to breath sometime. There were others though around his vent that scared him more and he found the strength to struggled harder. He felt something snap, but he couldn’t tell where. He was in too much pain everywhere to narrow it down. The ones at his neck found their way in, wrapping around the delicate bones. They quickly tightened and there was a sharp snapping, his vision turning bright red as he roared out what air was left in his lungs. As he came back to his senses he realized that one of the tentacles was at his vent, trying to get in as his tail was pulled up and he was spread out backwards to make it harder for him to stay tucked. It brought back bad memories and his mind was lost to the fear.
Then a strange warmth ran along his spine and all activity ceased instantly. A low, rising hum was breaking through the projection, the black water slowly clearing. He could see them now and if possible his fear grew. His own warped reflection back-lit and bathed in a pale blue light was staring back at him from the black eyes of nearly a dozen kraken. They were so big, but the little one was right in front of him. The light was growing brighter and they seemed confused, nervous. A hot pressure was building inside of him, almost burning him, rising from his sternum to his throat and suddenly it was like an explosion went off in his chest. It released in a stream of bright light shooting from his mouth and hit the little kraken in the face, grazing at least three more as his head whipped back from the force of the blast. They let go and fled, leaving him and their pup.
It had all been so fast, so horrible, and suddenly nothing. He curled in on himself, shaking hard and feeling small and scared and violated and he just wanted to die! He was back at the colony, trying to hide in his dark corner after some old, fat cow had just finished with him, waiting for the next to drag him into the light.
But nothing happened. Slowly his senses came back to him and he remembered where he was. His legs and tail remained tightly tucked, but he tried to relax and calm himself.
He was so tired. So weak. It hurt so much to just pump mouthfuls of water past his damaged gills. They had been ripped up badly and he could feel them flapping about like pieces had been torn loose. Slowly he gasped, breathing like a beached shark and feeling like he was drowning. As the adrenaline wore off he could feel the bites and see and smell his blood in the water. And that taste. Stupid! He’d bitten the little one! Kraken blood and flesh was poisonous! His vision was already starting to blur just slightly.
Then he noticed the little kraken was still there, staring at him. Tired, fearful, wounded. He actually felt sorry for it. Felt sorry for a kraken! The poison must be getting to his brain. After everything that had just happened to him he almost wished there was something he could do. Who was he kidding, this close to its colony it would be found soon enough.
The colony? He needed to get away from here! They might come back!
Focusing on his own needs he turned and started to swim back, but the sight of another young dragon startled him and stopped him cold. A heavily muscled beast of a bull pup. Its neck was almost wider than its head. The other pup was also bitten up and pumping water hard, just staring, but it was making him nervous. Even wounded as it was if it wanted to clash he’d be done for, especially with how dizzy he was starting to feel. He had no time for this, he needed to get on land. But it looked so familiar... A dim memory surfaced, an ancient face coming to focus. His father! This pup looked like his father! Was this a brother? He didn’t have time for this. Or did he? He was so confused. Tired. A wave of dizziness hit him and he shook his head, but when he looked up he saw that the other pup was mimicking him perfectly.
Slowly it sank in just what he was seeing and his heart nearly gave out. It was too much and his eyes tried to roll as he teetered on the edge of consciousness, his reflection briefly fading. The massive, black eye stretched more than twice his length in every direction, tail included. An elder kraken. An “Old One”.
There was nothing left in him and he just watched his reflection as he waited for whatever was to come next, completely at its mercy. His reflection looked so pathetic, so scared, the ocean swallowing his tears as his mind raced with memories of all the kraken tortures he had witnessed over the seasons. He didn’t want it to ever begin, it would be dragged out for hours if not cycles, but why was the creature just drifting with him? Staring at him? The anticipation alone was tearing up his mind and he hugged his head, crying harder by the minute and pumping his torn gills frantically as he slowly curled in on himself. If this continued he was going to pass out.
His mind drifted back to his time at the colony. The horrors he had endured at the hands of the elders had in some respects been very much like kraken torture. -Please,- he begged inwardly. -Haven’t I suffered enough?-
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This little dragon was... Infected.
Damaged.
The more he lingered the more it projected.
Bad memories. Very bad memories...
This was abominable. Unconscionable beyond clemency.
Sickening...
He didn’t care their excuses, there was no repentance for this. Had the once-noble dragons truly fallen so far?
But then, who was he to think such things... Kraken no longer seem to care for the values of old.
Greedy young. Fat and full and still they gorge. No restraint. No remorse. There was no reason to kill it. Just more senseless death. More needless suffering. More, more, more...
He could still remember a civilized age, when kraken traded with dragons for red land meat. Before the Shattering nearly sterilized the world.
How he missed those cycles. Was he truly the last?
The rogue Old One brought the wounded little kraken back to its colony, allowing the dragon pup to believe that he had gone. From afar he watched, worried that it might be too weak and delirious to reach its island home. Possibly dying. Whispered encouragements and directions kept it on course. At first it seemed confused by the foreign thoughts, the poison twisting its mind, but slowly it made its way to shore where a smaller pup rushed to its aid.
These rogue pups were common knowledge, he’d just never seen them himself before. So young. Far too young to be on their own. Such a tragedy that they were safer here in kraken territory than with their colony.
At first sight he had honestly believed that he was being visited upon by the young-again spirit of an old and very dear friend. Faded memories of a better time had resurfaced, carrying with them the swelling hope that the young dragon had come to guide him to the next life.
The pup just looked so painfully much like its father...
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