In the beginning, there was peace. Deep beneath the waves of the Pacific Ocean, there was life untouched by man in the entirety of history itself. And within this vast and unknown world of biodiversity there lived creatures long thought extinct. A family of amphibious creatures lived in harmony. A male, a female, and two offspring. The last of a noble and ancient race.
But nothing truly lasts forever. In 1954 the first in a series of high-yield thermonuclear weapons was tested at the Bikini Atoll. Those islands happened to be above the resting place of this family of creatures. They slept, deep beneath the sea unaware of what was going on the surface. The surface world had not concerned them for a very long time.
Suddenly, their peace was broken in a single instant. A bright light shined where none had existed before. Burning pain ripped through the family, the force even underwater was unimaginable. The offspring were the first to go. The adults did not have time to protect their babies, and they were destroyed. Then. The female. Hers was slower due to her size, but by the time the light was gone there was nothing left. The single miniscule solace was the blinding light and searing pain ensured the male could not watch as its family was reduced to atoms.
Now, only one remained. In pain, such pain. Scarred, and alone. The first contact with the outside world in their lifetime and it came in the burning hot fury of man’s ignorance and desire for power. The cool waters of the ocean could do nothing to temper the pain of the only remaining the creature there laying upon the seabed. In an instant, it had become the last of its race and in a cruel twist of fate it had become the first of something entirely new. The radiation from the bomb had left the creature changed. The pain, much like the blood of the creature began to mutate into something new. Rage. A rage that would not be quelled.
It was humanity’s folly that had taken everything that this peaceful creature once had. It was humanity’s hubris that had left it alone, that had ripped its mate and offspring from it, and left it horribly disfigured and monstrous. When the beast rose to the surface, all that there was left was rage now. Rage that refused to be contained. Rage that would be shared onto the race that had taken everything.
The bright city lights at night brought back memories of the horrible blinding light that had in an instant, changed the creature’s life forever. In the creature’s mind it would equate the two. And so, this city would become the place where this beast would share its rage. Its torment, its sorrow.
The world at that moment would learn of the existence of monsters.
They would know its pain. It would feel the wrath which burned inside of it like fire. The world would know,
Godzilla