KAIJU AU

[penguinfaery]

It had been just shy of 15 years since the monster had come to New York City.

One day it had just come from the sea. Of course there were conspiracies, that it was a US government conspiracy, that it was a Russian one, or a Japanese one, or who ever was a convenient target to point a finger at then.

But after the city was mostly flattened, the whole world took a hit, a big one. If any government had made the beast, they must be regretting it as well. The economy tanked world wide, and even now, it's still just starting to recover.

The beast couldn't be beat. It absorbed nuclear attacks, bombs made no dents in it, and no toxin seemed to work on it. And it didn't seem to worried about leaving the city, though no one new entirely why. Getting visuals, among all the burning destruction became hard, and whatever allowed it to absorb nuclear attacks sent all our equipment haywire.

With no idea how to handle the situation, the world governments decided to do the only options b they could find. They quarantined it. A massive wall was built all around the city, on the far shores and into the sea. There were great doubts that the wall would hold the beast back, but it was presented as a band-aid, a way to give them time.

Except the monster never tried to leave. And the research didn't show anything. And the guards around the wall became more laxed. And the world moved on.

A black market struck up, people who risk the tunnels and the bridges to hunt for treasures in the city. People left, and people left fast. Some are paid to search for specific objects (or at least to claim they do), some just go looking for whatever they can fine. Urban legends sprawl far and wide, that the beast settled to breed, that the town was over run with smaller monsters, that if you made a sounds or did a certain action it would find you no matter what, that if you held still it couldn't see you...no one really knows anything. The research that has been done gets passed around again and again, but it tells little.

But there's plenty that take the risk, anyway.

Comments

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland does not question it, lets Eddie lead them into the building and right into what looks like it used to be a kitchen. A moment later it becomes obvious Eddie's hopes, to hell or anywhere else, are about to be dashed.

"How long will this place-" How the building can take the creature's direct attention, Roland doesn't know yet. The back of it, if they can get there, is likely better. But this front room? How it takes her approach?

Not well.

The body beside him is more than familiar, has Eddie's look and sound and manner, and so Roland moves without thought to try and push that body against the near wall, meaning to spread his arms and bow his head and so become a shield for any debris. Without thought, of course, means that Roland is assuming Eddie will allow that, maybe even expect it. No time to think about whether or not that is going to be the case. They've only time enough to act.

[the_prisoner]

Luckily, if nothing else, Eddie has learned long ago to go with the flow. And this guy may be weird as hell, but he has phenomenal reflexes. Better than Eddie's.

So when he's pushed against the wall, he takes the shield as the building does it's best to shake down around them. And he looks towards the back, for an exit.

"All we've got now is-"

He's cut of by a shrill shriek that shakes more dust down around them, and then a huge twisting, crunch as she slams against the front, making the whole building sway.

"We're small. She's not. Out the back."

[ka_sera_sera]

As he runs - no hesitation, of course, because even if he did not trust Eddie's judgment here fear is helping make Roland's feet light and his body quick - a part of his mind is admiring Eddie. Even here, with a different life and (presumably) completely untrained, Eddie keeps his head now. Even now, with the noise and destruction and sheer presence of the thing very, very close. The size of it isn't anything Roland spends time or thought trying to quantify, but the creature is surely larger than anything in all but the most outlandish of all the old stories. Having it so close and rushing closer is an experience that even now is unimaginable. Indescribable.

"So fell Lord Perth," Roland finds himself muttering as he runs, and turns, and looks back. Too big, of course, to see all of it, certainly too tall to catch more than a glimpse of the head, but Roland does not look behind him without a purpose. He does not split from Eddie's path without a purpose, either, and yet now Roland is doing both.

"It's following me!" he shouts, using his very loudest, clearest voice. "Circle around! Get behind it!"