//------------------------------// // Electrocution Plan/Persecution of the Masses // Story: Equestria Girls: King of Monsters // by Jongoji245 //------------------------------// San Francisco, California It’s two days travel when they finally reach the West Coast. A good amount of Californians looked in confusion in this great migration of refugees. One person, fresh from a convention with a copy of an infamous Japanese film stood in awe at the sight of the boarding Gotengo. Transit buses park at the docks and board their passengers as soon as they leave their ships. The Rainbooms, with their belongings in tow, ready themselves for the second part of their journey. “Hey.” The group looks back at Tempest Shadow, “Be very careful out there, even when you’re home. You might not be safe for long.” “I’ll try to remember that,” Sunset takes a few steps down before turning around again, “next time your stranded on an island of monsters.” Tempest furrowed a glare as she watched the Rainbooms join their classmates on the metro bus due east. Sunset watched as well while the bus pulled out and goes to the highway. The commander turns to Grubber. “Patch me with the Governor.” She orders of him before looking at the Pacific, “We have work to do.” The sites of the big city may have been magnificent, but the mood is far from pleasant. The passengers kept their silence. The only non student passenger inside was Capper, twiddling his thumbs before looking at Rarity. “You wouldn’t mind filling out a-” “Unless you want me to file a lawsuit, not one word.” Rarity hissed, scratching her cushion. The bus driver looks at the rearview mirror. “Some news, huh?” He breaks the silence, “Yeah, giant dinosaurs wrecking cities. Ye see, I’m a bit of a Kaiju fan myself and-” “Shut up and drive.”  Rainbow Dashed interrupted, keeping her head up as she looked out the window. Sunset looked up at a looming interstate bridge before she peeks into her bag. “Do you think the Twins will be okay?” She asks of the Shobijin. “They found a safe haven,” They answer, “But the danger is still out there.” “I know. Gojira, Rodan, and… Whatever that three headed thing was.” Sunset lifted her head, “Good thing we have at least one on our side.” “You sayin’ we fight fire with fire?” Applejack pushes her hat up with her thumb, opening up one green eye. “That and magic.”  Sunset taps her fingers, “It worked before, it’ll work again.” Fluttershy scoots forward on her seat and asks, “Against… Three?” Sunset rubs her chin. They obviously can’t fight the three of them all at once. Even in piecemeal, at least Gojira could be a handful to them. It’ll take a lot of magic indeed and a lot of luck. Looking at the highway made her drowsy and so falls to sleep. The Shobijin look out of the bag and observe this strange new world. Hardly any wilderness, just roads of asphalt and structures of glass and iron. Unfortunately, this world has it’s own dangers, as Capper develops a brainstorm watching the twins. As the bus rolls to the east and sun flies to the west, the twins are amazed at the change they see before them. The skyscrapers gave way to suburban houses, and the suburban houses gave way to rural farms. In time, stretches of flat greenery are as far as the eye can see. A house here and there, but it’s plain emptiness. Ashley Valley, Utah It was around eight in the evening when the bus passes the Rocky Mountains and into the scrublands. Everyone is fast asleep, some using the other as a makeshift pillow. Suddenly the piece is disturbed with a loud chugging sound. The bus slows down to a halt underneath a streetlight at the shoulder. “Huh, whuh?” Spike snorted, licking his chaps, “What happened?” The driver stepped to the front of the bus. Smoke seeped from the hood before coming out like a blown volcano. “What’s the holdup?” Rainbow hollered. “Engines fried.” He answers, taking out a tool box, “We won’t be moving until morning.” On cue, the engine goes from bad to worse, in which Flash adds, “Or in a few days.” Rarity looked out her window, seeing nothing but pure darkness. “Out here in the middle of nowhere?” Twilight looked out from her side of the bus. A good distance away, a group of lights are clustered together. “Not exactly nowhere.” Twilight takes out a map from the dashboard and steps outside. She looks for clues, looking at the map and overall geography. “From the looks of it, we’re in Ashley Valley.” The mention of the city raises Applejack’s spirits. She rubs her chin. “Ashley Valley, eh?” She asks with a curious look. It’s only natural that the world gives people a good night’s sleep. Disturbances, let alone moments of terror, are far and fleeting. However, this fleeting moment comes upon one household. For the third time now, someone knocks hard on the front door of a farmhouse. And this time, the owner, a young woman with hair of two shades of green, answers the call while trying not to step on one of the many cats. “Yeah, yeah, because I have to go to work in two hours, why not?” Apple Fritter lets out a long yawn when she hears the knocking again, “I’m coming, I’m coming, hold your horses.” Apple Fritter opens the door, letting out another yawn before rubbing her tired eyes. Who was outside the door startled her. “Applejack!?” Applejack gives out an awkward smile as the rest of her classmates stood behind her. “Hi, cousin.” She chuckles dryly. It’s almost a quarter past four in the morning when everyone gets settled in the barn. The Rainbooms, however, talked to Apple Fritter and her family inside their home. It doesn’t take just on Apple to another regarding the news. What they spoke of got the family spooked “That’s quite some vacation.” Goldie Delicious rubs her thumb on a tomcat. “Yeah.” Twilight pats her knees, noticing Spike getting quite acquainted with the felines. “Again,” Sunset, “we’re sorry about this. But if there’s any way we can make it up to you until the bus is fixed.” Goldie and Apple Fritter look at each other. Getting the same idea, the latter licks her lips and points at Applejack. “Five to nine?” She asks, getting a coy look from AJ. “Five to nine.” She agrees. “Five to nine?” Spike cocks his head, in which Applejack shuffles in her seat. “You mean, Nine to five, deary?” Rarity adds. “Get some shuteye, y’all.” AJ stands up, “We got a lot of work to do today.” The Pacific Ocean Though three hours have passed, it was still early in the morning at this timezone. Near the surface, just about every creature of the sea begins their business. Further down, a lone old male sperm whale continues his long search for food. His desperation brings him to the ocean floor, just scratching the tip of his bulbous head. No giant squids again unfortunately, but his sonar picks up something interesting. He coasts along, seeing the image growing larger in his head. The whale notices something very wrong and drifts to his left. Gojira still laid dormant and is covered with crabs and hagfish. This is still by no means safe; even eating a loose scale made a crab twice it’s size. A few foolish hagfish rasp at his twitching eyelid. It suddenly opens with a blue glow as sparks streak his body. Like a miracle to a paralyzed man. His tail is the first part to move, shaking the scavengers away. His eye stops glowing, turning to his left while he lets out a horrid growl. Ashley Valley, Utah At the mainland of course, the hour is just right. As promised, the newfound guests wake up from their brief rest. For Applejack, this was just normal for her as she woke up a half hour early. After showering, she dressed not in her usual attire, but rather a light red shirt, jeans, and her hair tied up behind a bandana. Already, she and Apple Fritter have finished up feeding the pigs and chickens. In the nick of time, everyone dresses up and participates in the longest part of the day. With three to a tree, a tree was easily picked before having to grab a ladder. A few unpaid volunteers strengthened the odds. A piebald Sophomore as tall as the Senior students just picked at many as she could. She turns to a mute boy a third her height and lifts him up on her shoulders. Rainbow Dash, a few athletes, and a Sophomore boy with six fingers on each hand, grab the basket of apples and load them up in the barn. A distance away, some of the classmates alongside another Sophomore boy with ectrodactyly and an obese female Sophomore get the last sheep into the corral. Inside the house, covered with cats, Goldie Delicious was on the phone. Glenwood Springs, Colorado On the other side of the line was Granny Smith, delighted to hear that her grandchild and friends  are safe and sound. Outside, her other two grandchildren worked as well. Apple Bloom once again had feeding duty with Thunderball. But when she brought the wagon over again, something was different, much different. The giant dinosaur wasn’t there, but left a massive tunnel. San Francisco, California With the approval of the Governor, Tempest too worked on the clock. Tanks and infantry made themselves home on the Golden Gate Bridge. Jets soar around the Pacific Northwest, some landing on destroyer vessels to report it. But that’s not the strangest thing. Construction crews worked tirelessly constructing electric towers over one hundred meters tall about fifty meters apart from each other. Such a labor can be seen as far away as Beverly Hills. Desperate for their lives, the streets are jam packed, and the car horns echo the city streets. Ashley Valley, Utah Thanks to the extra help, they managed to finish their chores in good time, four-thirty in the afternoon to be exact. And what better way than to celebrate this victory? Chairs are brought out, tables are set up, food is prepared. And to top it off, the Rainbooms, all cleaned up and dressed in the style of the Old West, finish off the song. Three Hours Later The chairs and tables are put in their proper places. The native volunteers, satisfied with their reward, are picked up by their parents and sent home. The students, their bellies full, have turned in for the day. Inside, the Rainbooms have mustered the last of their strength to wash the dishes. And now, it’s their turn to sleep. Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Rarity slept close to each other. Twilight kept Spike close to her as she slept on the couch. Pinkie Pie used her hair as a makeshift pillow while she slept on the rug. Applejack slept on the armchair, guitar still in her hand. Sunset too slept on the floor, but something didn’t feel right with her and it wasn’t what she ate. She tossed and turned a little, gritting her teeth. In her brain, she receives memory flashes. One was during the storm that washed her away on the Island. The next was of the various cave paintings. When she looks at the one of Gojira, she has another flash of the nightmare she had in her time at Camp Everfree. She wakes up, panting like mad. Catching her breath, Sunset tiptoes her way out of the house. With the cool, mountain air, her mind clears a little, but only for so much. She paces back and forth, coming up with an idea. “Princess Celestia and Luna dealt with them before,” Sunset turns around, “maybe they can do so again. … No, no, it was tough enough when she, Twilight and Spike came into the portal. Three is good enough, but still-” A strong breeze brushes her skin and hair. The trees to her left brush against each other like a tropical storm. However, there were no rain clouds of the sort. Sunset walks enters the forest, shielding her face as the wind grows stronger with each step. She grabs the trunk of a mighty oak, and squints her eyes. Before her was Rodan flapping his wings again before getting comfy on all fours. His fight with Gojira has given him scars over his scars and a bad attitude. Against her better judgement, Sunset slowly steps towards the winged creature. Cautious as she is, Rodan’s attention is caught. She freezes, staring face to face with the monster. But the beast merely furrowed his eyes and looked the other way. Sunset was dumbfounded; why didn’t he attack her? She was right in front of him, defenseless as a mouse. Then again, Rainbow Dash told her that she outsmarted Rodan. Could it be that this creature was hiding his humiliation? Sunset walked forward, keeping her eyes on his stern head. In someway, this reminds her on what she read regarding Gryphons; so huffy and so full of themselves. An idea brews in her mind; one that worked on both man and beast. She reaches out for Rodan’s ring finger. Unfortunately, her “patient” won’t have any of this and shakes off before she could fully connect with him. The monster chuffs before spreading his wings and flies away. Gone, Sunset lets out a disappointed groan and returns to the farm. Getting comfy once again, Sunset drifts off into sleep. Tomorrow brings about a new day for thinking. Fifty Miles South West from Panama Just a few miles from the shore, the raft floated about without its rider. A Coast Guard boat inspects the empty floatable. After looking around for a moment, the officer on deck returns to the pilothouse. “This is Depth Charge.” He announces over the radio, “I’ve found the raft, but no passengers. I’m gonna tow this boat away and-” His boat shakes violently. Depth Charge steps outside and sees his part of the Pacific boiling like crazy. Before he could even mutter, a giant, whiplike tail shoots from the water and slaps the boat down. San Francisco The electric towers are complete, spanning the entire San Francisco Bay Area. The city is empty, except for the impoverished. Fortunately, the city is now their oyster and isn’t long before they raid the restaurants. However, the military kept their dominion of the coastline. Any moment, their dreaded foe will come, and all gun barrels are pointed to the west. Tempest stood ever defiant, ready for her hunt to end. “No sign of Gojira, Tempest.” Grubber steps out of the tent with a pizza slice in hand, “Should we send another search party?” It’s not long when birds of all kinds fly overhead, screeching and squawking in terror. In the water, fishes and sea beasts move to the north and south. On land, stray dogs and cats runs for the hills. Even cavalry horses and zoo captives break their cages and run for dear life. Tempest notices the Destroyers moving into position. “No need to.” She answers. Ashley Valley, Utah With the chores all done for the day, this next day was just a mere time for rest. Besides, the bus still needed fixing before the last journey. Some decide to stay at the barn to keep cool. Others decide to go outside and explore. Trixie walks to the edge of the farm and gasps. The congestion has reached town, disturbing this once quiet town. Applejack enters her cousins house, holding a checklist of their inventory. “All right, Goldie Delicious.” Applejack marks off the last item on the list, “You should be good for the Farmer’s-” Both friend and family remained motionless in their seats. The TV was set to Channel Five News, and this news did not involve better weather. “This is Steve Martin.” The anchorman announces himself before positioning himself to the left third of the screen,  “time has been turned back two million years.” The camera focuses on the Bay area. Gojira is now thigh deep in sea water as he makes his way towards the Golden Gate Bridge… And the fence. San Francisco “This is my report as it happens.” He breaks the silence yet again. On the other side, his followers stood horrified at this creature, “A prehistoric monster the Military call 'Gojira' has just walked out of San Francisco Bay. He's as tall as a 30-story building. They’re means of defense: Over thirty million volts of electricity.” Gojira stops his journey and observes this obstruction. A group of things that tower even him. Curiosity gets the better of him and reaches out for the wiring. Sparks course his fingers and lower arm before the reptile draws the limb away. The memory of being shocked, combined with the barrage of cannonfire, drove him mad and so Gojira barrels through the wires. The fence seems to be doing its job at keeping him away. For their safety, every soldier of every rank wore sunglasses. “It’s working!” Tempest snickered as light flickers on her dark raspberry skin. Satisfied as she is, life does not in her favor. Power Plant workers had to evacuate when the circuits burst into flames. As the voltage ceases, Gojira applies more of his weight. The cables snap one by one, bending the towers a little bit. The monster pushes down a tower and barrels towards the Golden Gate Bridge. The Destroyers in front of the bridge aim for the gills, but always miss him, hitting his shoulders. The tanks on the bridge fared a little better. The soldiers turned tail and fled in both directions of the bridge. Like a knife through butter, Gojira breaks through and marches to Alcatraz and announces his presence with a roar. Surprised at this upbringing, Steve shakily spoke, “I cannot believe what we are seeing either. It appears our country has no defense.” Tempest takes off the glasses, glaring at her prey as she takes this roaring as mockery. “Give. Him. All. We. Have.” She turns sharply at her soldiers, “NOW!” The warships surrounding the prison shoot the beast and cover him once more in smoke. Gojira steps into the water again and makes his way to the shore. The ships try to stop him again, but the beast only stops once to slap one with his tail. The first area the reptile makes landfall is at an abandoned train station. Empty it appears, unoccupied it’s not. Inside a train car parked on a bridge, a soldier observes the monster trudging his way through the field. “Time for boom boom.” He whispers before pressing a button. Four trains, two on each end of the track, activate and accelerate down the tracks. Faster and faster; they collide with Gojira’s feet and cause their cargo of explosives to engulf the beast in fire and smoke. The monster stumbles a little before another set of trains collide with legs. He loses his footing, collapsing with a massive thump. From a distance, Tempest lets out a little chuckles. But her soldier at the train station was blind as a bat. All around him was dust. Knowing he’s out of trains, the “conductor” finds the time is right to abandon ship. Suddenly, spikes pierce the train car, and the poor man is tossed around like a single jelly bean. Gojira stood tall… and angry. With a swing of his mighty head, he sends the car and it’s passenger to their doom. Ashley Valley Everyone is horrified by what they’re seeing. Fluttershy and Rarity ran away to a quiet room to cry with Pinkie Pie joining over to comfort them. Twilight walked outside, holding Spike for comfort. Applejack noticed Rainbow Dash’ furious look as she gripped the arm of the sofa. Sunset stood next to the table in the dining room, overhearing everything. “They're moving in an entire tank corps to point-blank firing range.” Steve Martin announces again, “I'm saying a prayer... a prayer for the whole world.” Sunset bares her teeth before slamming her fist on the table. San Francisco In the heart of the city, many of the stragglers sought refuge underground. Even then, they can feel the Wrath of God stepping over them. For some, they were too far gone thanks to the elements and the lack of generosity. A family of three hid behind a corner, merely watching the beast move through while hearing the booms from the tanks. “Do not worry, children.” Their mother brings her children closer, tears flowing her eyes, “You’ll be with your father soon.” For one, death seems not to be an issue. In the top floor of a luxury hotel, one homeless man has treated himself well. New suit, new spats, new hat. To top it off, he’s feasting like a king, and just about as drunk. Bravado in the face of death. The room shakes, spilling his prized meal over the floor. He looks to his left and sees Gojira walking down the street. “Aggghh!” The man grabs a wine bottle and awkwardly walks to the window. Holding the window sill, he swings the bottle around, “Go wreck someone else's’ town!” He tosses the bottle and shuts the window. To the surprise of the world, the bottle crashing on his skin stops Gojira. He turns his head to the hotel, but as the windows were designed to keep sunlight away, he can only see his own reflection. Just like any animal, Gojira observes his doppleganger with both curiosity and frustration before letting out a snort and go on his way. The tables move over to those with wings. A squadron of helicopters hover at the outskirts of San Francisco. “This is Vortex Leader, we are nearing our quarry.” The pilot flips the cover on the control stick, “Permission to fire?” “Granted.” Tempest orders from the other end of the line. The helicopters unleash their bulletstorm. Yet, this appears most futile. The bullets bounce off the thick, pebbly hide and rain litter the streets. The squadron switches to the heavier stuff and fire at his head. The results makes Gojira flinch, but no visible wounds. The monster does, however, shields his eyes using a third eyelid. “Where are those stealth fighters!?” The pilot calls out. “Commodore Blast Off, here!” Another voice calls out, “We’re in progress!” Two stealth bombers enter the city airspace and drop their payload. For once after a while, the bombs stops Gojira, knocking him down and engulfing the beast in smoke. The helicopters fly closer to investigate. Nothing but smoke and debris. Wondering about it, Tempest lifts her radio. “What’s the situation now?” She asks over the radio. “Target remains invisible,” He answers followed by a static, humming sound, “Wait, we got a visual. It appears to be a bunch of glowing... blue... lights.” Tempests’ eyes widen and is quick to respond with, “Fall back immediately! I repeat, fall-” Ashley Valley Every student was in the farmhouse, completely horrified at what they’re seeing. Flashes of lights reflect off their eyes. Sunset, still in the dining room, gritted her teeth as her ears picked up the explosions. “Change it to something else, please.” She requests. On cue, Apple Fritter grabs the remote and changes it to the next few channel. One of which catches Rainbow Dash’ attention. “Wait, turn it back a few!” San Franscisco From afar, a large mushroom cloud as clear as day towers the skyscrapers. For once in Tempest's stern, but coy face, a look of horror is clearly visible. Her soldiers kept their silence. Well, most of them. “Commander, there’s trouble in Panama!” Panama Canal Civilians both native and tourist ran for their lives, jumping cars and clogging up alleys. The three headed serpent has made landfall. He pushed himself through the crowded towns, leaving a crater trail with his top heavy chest. Gravity and the heat isn’t doing wonders to him; his gills flap his three necks before pouring out blood so hot it melted the asphalt. Though clumsy as a penguin out of water, the serpent was still a force to be reckoned with as he increased his pace, denting buildings, crushing sales stands and sending cars flying. To the chagrin of the rich, even luxury buildings were crushed as the serpent slinked his body weight atop of it. The troops stationed at San Francisco watched from a Latino news channel. Though they are listening in a different language, action speaks louder than words. Grubber, in the first in a long while, stilled his ravenous appetite. “Should we move part of our forces to Panama?” He asked with a hint of fright. Tempest closes her eyes, shaking her fist as she answers, “They won’t get there in time.” Steve Martin was still watching the destruction going on at his location. Gojira just walked out from the flaming metropolis with hardly a burn. Onwards he journeys through the suburbs. The reporter raises his radio to his mouth. “Man’s architecture have been wiped out by a wall of flames.” He takes a startled breath, “Neither he nor his machines are able to stop this creature.” On the east end of the Isthmus, the blue stranger watched the serpent reach the Gulf of Mexico. The famous seaport that provided international trade is crushed under his belly. Sea water floods the town, giving the beast a slick surface to move on while hundreds drowned. As soon as the serpent dives into the Gulf, the stranger too dives into the water before anyone got a passing glance. Ashley Valley The sun touched the mountain peaks once more. The traffic was less congested, but still congested as is. Sunset stood outside the farmhouse, letting the breeze brush her hair. Behind the kitchen window, the rest of the Rainbooms watched her. They look at each other before stepping outside. “You all right, sugarcube?” Applejack asks. “I should never had run away.” Sunset turns to her friends, “I should never have come here.” “Now, darling,” Rarity argues, “don’t think of it like that.” “How can I?!” Sunset screamed at her, “There are three monsters loose in this world! And it wouldn’t have happened if I never brought Twilight’s crown!” A moment of silence before Sunset turns a little, “Guess… I am a screwup after all…” “Hey…” Rainbow Dash pats Sunset’s shoulder, “if it wasn’t for you, we’d have all these awesome powers.” “And how to control them.” Twilight adds, scratching Spike on his head. “And a real true friend.” Fluttershy finishes, giving Sunset a hug. “We’ll find a way.” Applejack leans on Sunset’s shoulder, “We always do.” “Thank you. All of you.” Sunset takes a deep breath, “And I think I know who to ask first.” The Rainbooms enter the barn, but at the little spot they made for them, the Shobijin were missing. Rainbow Dash climbed the ladder and looked at the rafters. Pinkie and Fluttershy moved a few blankets while Rarity and Applejack looked behind a few haystacks. “Anything?” Rainbow asks from the top of the ladder. “Nothing.”  Applejack answers before looking at Pinkie Pie, who shakes her head. Such a comeuppance is the last thing they need now. Sunset pinches her forehead and lets out a defeated groan. San Francisco The sun looms over San Francisco. Firefighters were the up to their teeth dousing the flames that now cover this famous city. Helicopters made numerous trips gathering the dust needed to smother the flames. In places completely deprived of fire, Mister Martin explores the destroyed metropolis. He hears a pained coughing sound and lifts a large piece of rubble. “Thank you.” The poor man coughed before looking at the flaming disaster, “Are we in Hell?” “No,” In the irony of it all, Steve lights up a cigarette, “this is San Francisco. Once a city of eight hundred thousand people. What has happened here was caused by a force which up until a few days ago was entirely beyond the scope of Man's imagination.” With their mission a failure, the military packs their things and hope to intercept Gojira at another location. Tempest looks at her failed operation, shakes her head, then boards the cargo plane. “A smoldering memorial to the unknown, an unknown which at this very moment still prevails and could at any time lash out with its terrible destruction anywhere else in the world.” Gojira walked quite a distance from the outskirts of the city. He slows his pace, stopping at a small valley. He leans the the mountain on his left and sleeps. Having taken the man to an ambulance, the reporter continues to smoke a few paces away. He continues his speech with, “There were once many people here who could've told of what they saw... now there are only a few.” “Then why are you here? You could’ve been in, like, Tahiti or somewhere.” The man coughs before being laid back on the medical lounge, “Who are you anyway?” “My name is Steve Martin.” He throws away his cigarette before boarding the ambulance, “I'm a foreign correspondent for United World News. I was headed for an assignment in Cairo, when I stopped off in the States for a social call,” - Martin looks at the city once last time - “but it turned out to be a visit to the living hell of another world.” The driver closes the door, boards the ambulance, and drives off to safer reaches unknown. At least, until those paradises have fallen.