Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.4 Emptiness
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Warning, dark fic. This chapter contains mention of past child rape. Future chapters will contain underage sex.
Story takes place before dinosaurs evolved in the Early Triassic epoch following the Great Permian Extinction.
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Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch. 4 Emptiness
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For a long time she was so scared. Scared of the world. Scared of him. But she was smart enough to understand that something was going to happen back there, something very bad, and he gave her credit for that. She had no idea what, though. They hadn’t touched her yet and he envied her that innocence, that naivety. She knew that they couldn’t go back and she clung to him, rightfully more afraid of the world than the over-sized, angry bull pup. But he felt wrong. Sick.
Once she grew comfortable around him it became so obvious that she’d been raised with other pups; the playfulness was a dead giveaway. The world had finally settled down enough that a few sickly pups had survived without their mutation and she had lived with them, but now he was her soul target. Irritating and even infuriating him were games to her. He’d never had to put up with such behavior before. It was so easy for her to get under his scales and she loved it, lived for the simple joy of driving him mad. He had no time for such things if they wanted to eat.
He taught her what little he could about hunting and clashing, all things they both should have been taught long ago. It appeared that they had intended for her to be his female equivalent. Breeding stock. Nothing more, nothing less. She couldn’t fend for herself and he barely knew the basics, but in teaching her he was advancing his own scant knowledge that much faster and two pairs of eyes were better than one. He needed her as badly as she needed him.
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Together they struggled to haul their prize ashore, almost giddy with anticipation. Spirits were so high that she’d managed to goad him into a competition, playfully growling and shouldering and thrashing their heads as they clamped their jaws and dug in on all fours. He’d never played with her before. It was so unlike him, usually he’d snap or even swat at her to keep her away. He just didn’t like being touched.
These soft creatures disintegrated so fast after death, but this one had been old and weak. It must have passed just hours before they’d discovered it. It was too dangerous to stay for long and they ate fast and butchered the rest. They couldn’t take it all with them, but what they’d towed back would feed them for weeks. Now they just needed to get it on land.
They needed this, needed it badly. Perhaps they could have taken more if they hadn’t been so weak with hunger. Now out of the too warm salt water it wouldn’t break down nearly so fast and there was nothing to steal it from them or to add them to the menu. They had time. They could rest. Recover. They took it far inland and filled there shrunken stomachs.
He’d even let her snuggle while they’d slept.
It had felt strange, sleeping against another, but sometime during the night he’d awoken to find her gone. There wasn’t anything unusual about it, she’d be back soon, but he had felt so empty. Cold inside. It reminded him too much of before. As a pup he had always been shoved away and slept curled up and alone. When she returned he surprised her by wrapping her in his arms and hugging her close. He never wanted to feel that emptiness again.
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