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Chapter One: New Year Disaster

Standing there as everything burns. What went wrong? This once peaceful town is now a blazing inferno: cars on fire, buildings destroyed, homes, and business are nothing but charred remains. The streets were littered with debris and corpses. The only sounds that could be heard are the crying of children and the wailing sirens from emergency vehicles. This place is like a war zone. Everything is gone, black smoke obscures the sky with the setting sun’s rays giving it a hellish glow. A dark-furred monkey stood in the streets as the EMS rushed past him.

His golden eyes pooled with unshaded tears, scrunching his nose in disgust at the horrid smell. His lips formed a scowl as he growled. The town he grew up in was no more, this safe haven was now hell. Who had done this? And why this town, his home, his neighbors, friends, and the children. Both of his hands curled into a fist. He shouldn’t have left to go into the city, his body shook with rage the townspeople had done nothing to deserve this. They were good people; both humans and demons lived in peace.

“I will find whoever did this and when I do… I’ll kill them.” The dark-furred monkey growled. A hand placed itself on his shoulder making him look back. Seeing his father with a broken expression hurt him. Mac hasn’t seen that look ever since his mother passed away.

“I know, son. I’m just as angry as you are.” They both looked back at the scene before them with a grim expression. Today of all days. Just why? It's the lunar new year and this had to have happened.

...Hours prior...

Our scene is set in a small town on the outskirts of the city. The sun is over the horizon as an edgy monkey laid in bed. A groan came from him as he tiredly glanced at the bedside clock. His fuzzy vision focused on the time it was barely even… wait a minute it’s almost…eight! Oh shit! Throwing off the covers he scrambled to get dressed and bolted out of the room whilst grabbing his bag. A yellow, red, and black colored bag with a devilish grinning money logo on the side. Running down the steps almost tripping luckily he balanced himself and if the stairs didn't kill him first, his grandfather would.

Rushing to the door a voice called out, “Whoa, there champ. Why the rush?” His father sat at the table reading the newspaper and had a cup of coffee in hand. “I called your grandfather ahead of time and told him that you overslept. Now your lunch is on the table by the door. Have a good day, Mac. Also be back before 1800.”

Snatching it off the table, stuffing it into his bag. He waved at his father, calling out a quick love you and ran like hell towards the city. Dodging people left and right, ducking under and jumping over things, all the while getting shouted at. Waving them off with a cheeky grin and continuing on his way to his grandfather’s dojo. Now, Mac is no stranger when it comes to showing off and boy does he love doing parkour just to get others attention. Rather it be jumping from car to car, or lamppost to lamppost you name it he's done it.

Turning a corner, Macaque slowed his pace to walk. Breathing heavily he took a moment to steady his breathing in and out, inhale and exhale. Relaxing the mind and body. Now with a steady breathing, Mac continued his way to the dojo. The jet black-furred monkey had finally made it to his grandfather’s dojo. Macaque had opened the door… THWACK. He was met with a staff to the head.

“ACK! Geez, you old monkey! The hell was that for?!” Macaque exclaimed while rubbing his throbbing head. The elder monkey cheekily grinned and then laughed. “Oh ho, my dear grandson, this is the last year of having you as my student. It’s a must.”

Glaring at the elderly still rubbing the now sore spot, he marched right past and grumbled. “Yeah, it’s a must, my ass.” Which resulted in another hit to his backside. “Gah! Oh that tears it! You lost your staff privileges.” Grabbing it away from his grandfather, Mac tossed it up on to a high self and out of the old monkey’s reach.

“My grandson! Why must you treat me this way?! Do you want me not to get back off the floor if I were to fall!?” He scoffed at the dramatic monkey and went about his business. Placing his bag by the coffee table making his way to boxes of new year’s decorations. It’s like this every year, that old monkey waits till the last minute to set up for the new year.

Some time passes and the dojo is all decorated. Macaque is sprawled out on the couch napping. With one arm on his chest and right leg propped on the arm of the coach as the other arm and leg dangle off the side. A shack lunch bag sitting on the table with an empty bowl and half eaten mooncake sat to the side. The six eared monkey murmuring in his sleep scratches an itch on the side of his face.

“Mmm pha~ so sleepy.” He stretched, waking his tired bones and himself. Lazily setting up, macaque still with a sleep dazed expression looking at the wall clock which read 1800… fuck was all he could think without bedding his grandfather good bye, Mac grabbed his bag and bolted for the door and barreled down the streets.

‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. OH SHIT! I’m late, I'm late, I'm late! Dad’s gonna kill me!!’ He inwardly cried. Macaque wasn’t paying any attention until fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars drove by causing him to jump back. Something wasn’t right you usually don’t see that many emergency responders unless… oh god no… please no! No! Don’t let it be the town he called home all his life. Running faster, dodging, jumping, and zipping by people not caring for the shouts. Macaque just had to get home. He has to know, just has to. Mac can’t lose another parent; he can't! His mother is already gone. He’s not ready to lose his father.

Arriving home, Mac was horrified by the state that everything was in. The town was gone, nothing remained where it once was. Everything and I mean everything was burning. The firemen were busy putting out the fires, policemen set up blockades, and the EMS were checking up on people and loading up the injured.

His mind raced and his body shook with rage. One question popped into his thoughts. Who did this?

Present Moment

Both father and son stare at the sight. This once was their home; the lively town is just... hell. A heavy silence fell between them. Neither one dared to speak, the somber cries filled their ears. The six-eared monkey regretted going into the city when he should've stayed to help the townspeople. The older male patted his son's shoulder in comfort.

"It'll be alright, Mac. We can get through this just like before. A monkey troop of two! We're warriors, remember that my boy." His worn face bore a wide grin. So optimistic the man was.

Mac huffed a laugh and nodded, "Yeah, just like before."

Before… back when his mother was killed. That moment haunts him. The blood pooling around her body; the scared expression ever frozen on her face.

"Macaque, son… I know I miss her too." Pulling him into a much needed hug. "She'll always love you. You're her little shadow warrior."

"Guess, grandpa is gonna have guests for new years after all." Macaque spoke. The pain in his voice was a dead give away.

The father nods, "Come now, son, let's go and spend the new year with Huizhong."

Out Of The Shadows Into The Light

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oZ3eRK0O6PvcsbZImkjxLGjeMouL1Xxj7FiOc9tuMVg/edit?usp=sharing

I could use some thoughts and inputs on this thank you. It takes place after the fight with Azure.

Subject 8190

There sat a man in the middle of a padded cell. Eyes glued to the floor, his hair matted and knotted. The disgruntled man furrowed his brows as if he was in deep thought. When the door to his cell opened with a creak do to old age and rust. Shifting his gaze from the floor to a sharply dressed figure narrowing his eyes into a venomous glare. The well sharply dressed person wasn’t fazed at all use to the glares and death threats. They quirked a brow and stared at the disgruntled man before them.

His matted hair fanning his face as the well dressed person approaches him. The leather glove they wear grabs him by the jaw. Behind those yellow eyes anger and rage burned brightly. His aged body shook with unspoken anger and hatred. “Mr. Suzuki, Sir?” a meek and timid voice spoke from behind the sharply well dressed man.

“Yes, Ms. Kato? What is it?” the sharply well dressed man now known as Mr. Suzuki crones.

She took a hesitant step forward before replying, “Going through the notes and information that was provided. Subject 8190…”

“Drayden.” Croaked the disheveled man sitting in front of Mr. Suzuki. “My name… is Drayden.”

Mr. Suzuki gave a small glare and spoke, “Lab rats don’t speak nor interrupt someone when they’re speaking.” Giving Drayden a shove. Before turning to Ms. Kato giving her a nod to continue.

“As I was saying, Mr. Suzuki. Subject 8190 other wise known as shifting Kaiju. Can shift in and out of his Kaiju form back to human. Blood type B negative. Height 6’1. Age is irrelevant. Though it seems they haven’t gave him a field test. To see how he could handle other kaijus.” Adjusting her glasses as she skimmed through the file.

“The KDF is rather secretive when it comes to their latest passion projects… but this one is well forgotten…” Mr. Suzuki grinned darkly. “And right for the taking.”

Ms. Kato looked at her boss in complete shock, “But, Mr. Suzuki, sir. You surely aren’t thinking about stealing from the KDF are you, sir?”

Mr. Suzuki stood to his full height and fixed his tie, “Now, Ms. Kato, stealing is such a strong word I’m simply… borrowing him for awhile. If you will, Ms. Kato, radio our pilot and have the team to bring the transport containment pod. We found what we were looking for.”

With a sigh Ms. Kato radios the pilot as Mr. Suzuki looks back at Drayden. His yellow eyes seems to glow as his face twists with rage. ‘Damn these restraints.’ He cursed inwardly to himself. The two then left as four combat dressed men entered while one rolled in the transport containment pod. Drayden fought against his restraints trying hard to escape.

The four combat foot soldiers held him down as he fights the restraints and the four combat foot soldiers. The stress of the situation wasn’t helping as his body slowly began to change. He gave a deep growl as the restraints started to tear and snap. One soldier had a sedative and tried injecting it into Drayden’s neck only for it to be dropped. Struggling against the soldiers Drayden managed to fight them off and brake free from the restraints.

Charging past the soldiers and bolted out of the cell. ‘Fucking finally freedom!’ Drayden’s freedom was short lived as he crumbles to the floor. Mr. Suzuki had shot Drayden five times with a sedative pistol he had carried on his person. Mr. Suzuki glare disapprovingly at his men, “Useless all of you. Now get him in that transport containment pod! We wasted enough time!” His men hurriedly put Drayden into the transport containment pod and quickly followed their boss.

Rolling the transport containment pod out of the cell with an unconscious Drayden inside. Mr. Suzuki glanced at the camera with a smug grin and gave a wink. Knowing full well that the head of KDF would be watching the security feed. Now on the rooftop of KDF headquarters. His men had loaded up the transport containment pod onto the cargo plane. “Ms. Kato.” His voice stern and cold. “Call my chief scientist and get them caught up to speed.”

“Yes, sir.” She was quick to respond and whipped out her phone dialing the number.

Mr. Suzuki was playing the long game carefully watching and waiting. “Sato… you bastard. I’ll never forgive you for what you did. It’s my turn now.” He stares at the city. With Mrs. Sato out of the way momentarily. Mr. Suzuki could do whatever he pleases but one man… one hero prevented that from happening. “Ultraman.” He growled.