http://bythreadalone.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bythreadalone.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-03-23 01:03 am

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WHO: Peter Parker/Spider-man ([livejournal.com profile] bythreadalone), and Godzilla ([livejournal.com profile] gamera_sucks)
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: 12:30am-ish, Monday March 23rd
WARNINGS: Violence. Lots and lots of violence
SUMMARY: Godzilla teaches Peter the meaning of the words: "pecking order."
FORMAT: Para

Even if Peter was still slightly hung over from last night's "cheering up of Logan" (re: drinking until he couldn't see straight), he couldn't help but think that tonight was perfect for a short run through the park. It might've been an arrogant thought, but the fact of the matter was that he usually never really stopped to take in the sights of New York at a speed of less than fifty miles an hour, and kept himself so high above everything whenever he put his mask on that using his legs for walking instead of wall-crawling seemed almost ludicrous to him. It felt almost -- well, he wouldn't say right, because this wasn't his New York in the first place, and it wasn't just his atmosphere to enjoy all by his lonesome; but, it did certainly feel good to have solid ground beneath his feet, for once, and he'd enjoy the feeling. Come rain or shine.

"Hey, watch where you're going, buddy!"

Even if he did have to share the sidewalk with just about everyone else.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-23 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
The tree was empty, now. The branches were as bare as they had been in the dead of winter, an odd look compared to the budding green of the others nearby; the ground underneath was literally blanketed with the shining black, feathered bodies of dead grackles.

He stood there, staring at them, watching them with cold, red-gold eyes and thinking about the mutants he'd mowed down.

They were wrong. It hadn't been the same.

Something abruptly grabbed his attention, made his stomach growl with immense hunger--his head snapped up and he looked around for the source of the familiar 'scent'.

Radiation. He could sense it. He wanted it. Wanted to absorb it. Had to have it.

The fact that it belonged to a human only made him all the more pleased.

Godzilla lowered his head and hunched over slightly, preparing to enter attack mode, lumbering forward slowly, one heavy step at a time.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Closer. Closer. He could feel it, screaming in the air, begging for his attention. Energy, singing aloud, calling to him. Like a miniature plant, almost.

He bent, pulling a head-sized rock free from the dirt, hefting it up. It would be easier if he could just smash the source before they could see him. It would be better. The mud smeared across his fingers and dried up fast in the heat radiating from his skin, flaking away again and falling back to the ground.

Godzilla fought the urge to roar, knowing it would frighten his food away, and flung the chunk of misshapen stone as hard as he could at the stranger, trying to aim for their upper half. It was far more difficult than aiming his blasts, but if he could score a hit...

's ok

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
In most cases, finding the perp would be difficult. Most people would have stayed hidden and watched to see what their victim did next. Most people would have waited and thought about their next move.

Fortunately for Spider-Man--or perhaps not--Godzilla was neither a person, nor like very many other people, and was rather pissed off about missing his shot.

He let out a bellow in challenge, stepping into full view just up the way, waiting for the other to try running up and attacking him. It had been so long since anyone had done anything aside from run in panic...

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
He continued to stalk forward, his head tilting one way and then the other as he listened to Peter speak, thinking about the voice he heard. He knew it from the communicator. Who called him that? Who was--

Radiation. 'King'. The webbing on the rock.

"...You, I know."

He hissed, fingers flexing in anticipation. Light red energy crackled down the spikes on his back; his angry look turned into one of vicious joy--and somehow, that was worse.

"You, I kill."

It would be a great victory.

"Spider-human give up now, die? Or fight, die? Am nice. Am let make choose."

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
The appearance of his predatory grin twisted into something like a mouthful of sawblades then, and he rumbled from somewhere in the back of his throat.

"I not hero. I mutate-thing. You say me this. Am understand, now. I just stupid monster, danger for all human, like bad things at Tower. Not can be hero. Not care anything here. What I have protect?"

Godzilla shook his head in a sharp 'no' gesture.

"I care me. I protect me. I do what want. That all important."

Another step, and the light that had traveled down his back was building behind his fangs.

"I hungry. So, am eat."

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
In every king's reign, there are moments when the sense of nobility towards others seems to disappear, to fade before the oncoming storm of horrific circumstance. At those times, they can no longer be given such an honorable title. Instead, they are simply tyrants, removing fate from its throne and taking for themselves the responsibility of deciding how the world will end.

For one brief minute the light held, neither disappearing nor exploding outwards. Godzilla felt the words as they slid into his mind and worked themselves into the cracks there, the thought of some day being seen for what he knew he could have been--could be--tempting him into backing away. Into turning and leaving Spider-Man there, alive and whole. To return to his den and live by the rules the City had forced on him on his arrival, in the hopes that he could finally find his place among the humans.

But forces of nature cannot really be stopped--cannot be tamed. He first came to life as Godzilla enraged and strong, like nothing before him ever had been--was born as the result of man's inability to maintain self-control over its own need to dominate the weak. It was written in his every cell, etched in by atomic energy gone wild, and though he tried to overcome it time and time again, he could not help returning to his origins. He was but a beast of destruction hiding within what had once been a man's body--nothing more.

If you ever snapped, I don't think any of us could stop you.

"Not have work with me," he said, leaning forward, bracing himself. "Not can work when dead."

A fast breath, and the air was split by a beam of red with a nearly-earsplitting sizzling sound.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It was easy enough to duck the rock by bending at the waist, but it clipped the tallest one of his spikes as it went overhead, wrenching it to one side and breaking off the upper point. Godzilla bellowed in pain from the hit, the vibration and strain reaching down to his back--and whatever mercy he might have had on the other was lost then.

He was surprised, though; Spider-Man had a fast reaction time, and he was used to fighting enemies his own size--which, naturally, meant those as slow as himself. There were different ways of dealing with speedy types that he hadn't had cause to use much, and now he would have to try and remember those tactics.

His battle with SpaceGodzilla taught him to use his environment, rather than simply let it get in the way. They were in a park. What did he have to use? Dirt. Grass. The pond was too far away to be useful. Trees? Bushes? He circled slowly, looking for the right angle.

Straightening, he inhaled again, faint energy crackling behind him for a split-second before he let it fly free again--only this time, it wasn't aimed for Spider-Man. It passed him overhead, relatively weak, but just enough. This time, he cut a swath of flame through the old plant life behind, watching as it blazed alight and formed a barrier of sorts.

If he couldn't catch Spider-Man, he would force his opponent to come to him.

"Where you run now, bug?"

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-24 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Godzilla shouted in anger at the gooey stuff covering his legs; he tried to move and found that it didn't yield, toppling over onto the ground with a huge thud. A cloud of dust and dirt went up around him, and he tried to sit up and tear the stuff away--but it was too strong.

He shoved his face down into the ground, and blasted it instead of Spider-Man, violently heating up the wet earth below him, the explosive force of it blasting it upwards in a thick shower--chunks of fast-baked earth, driblets of molten rocks, pieces of fulgurite glass.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
And that it did. He'd barely struggled to a kneeling position when the tree came smashing down on him; all the breath left him in a great whoof as he hit the ground once more, and for a short while it looked as though he was finally down and out. The silence hung heavily in the air, a large contrast to the sounds of their fighting.

The tree abruptly rolled to the side; he pulled himself upright--and shot not at Peter, but at the webbing on his legs. He remembered that his ray could destroy it, from his battle with Toxin; true enough, it disintegrated like so much tissue paper, and very shortly afterwards, he was free.

The tree had gouged him pretty badly in places, long, orange-ish rivulets of blood beginning to harden from the heat emanating from his skin. A few branches had broken off and stuck into his flesh; the smaller of the injuries were already healing over.

Godzilla picked up the tree by the trunk, swinging and then letting it go, hurling it at Peter's left, following immediately with an inwardly-swinging blue-level blast at his right, the glowing patches on his skin brighter than ever.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
It took him a little longer than a normal human to understand cause-and-effect, but given enough of the same treatment, he learned. It had happened time and time again in his own world; creatures relying on the same attack and finding to their dismay that he could, however slowly, still come up with a new tactic.

Besides--if it had worked on Kumonga, it should have worked on a spider-human as well.

Godzilla dropped to his knees, grabbing the webline attached to his side--the bench flew overhead much like the rock had; as it passed, he swung around, line in hand, with the intent of crashing Peter into the very missile the other had hurled.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Godzilla wasted no time then, sucking in a breath, the spikes crackling one more time before he fired a fast-travelling, faint ray--first to sever and burn the line connected to his side, following up to Peter himself. It wasn't the strongest one he could give; if anything, it was just enough to burn the hell out of him. He wanted to make the fight personal, to see the human face of Spider-Man scream in pain and defeat. For that, he would do things the old-fashioned way.

He lumbered over as quickly as possible, and without so much as a how-do-you-do (or even stopping his going momentum), gave a vicious kick to the side.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
He was setting to it with a will, now, kicking and slashing at Peter, ribs, sides, stomach, legs, back--whatever was exposed and vulnerable at the time. Each new wound laid open in his enemy's flesh made him roar in delight. He could smell the radiation in the blood as it flowed.

Not enough. He had to have more--had to get--

Godzilla reached down and grabbed him by the arm, pulling it up hard and stepping on Peter's chest with one big foot. He pressed down, leaning into it with all of his weight, hearing a crunch or two as ribs slowly cracked inside. Maybe with luck, he'd puncture a lung--or both.

He felt the energy slowly leaving Peter, being absorbed into his own body, and stood there that way as he 'ate', rumbling contently.

[identity profile] gamera-sucks.livejournal.com 2009-03-26 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, likely.

Of course, it was probably not the brightest of ideas to paralyze the guy half-bent over him, but we'll forgive Peter the mistake. After all, he was partially dead and probably not entirely there mentally.

Godzilla grunted, his eyes rolling backwards a little, and... fell.

Down.

On top of Peter.