Alone, Andrew roamed the barren streets, his current state of unemployment came from a variety of factors. However, his primary concern at the moment was the fact that his bike was stolen by a homeless individual.
Earlier that day, he had ventured out from his residence in pursuit of a chef position at a downtown restaurant, only to face rejection. Frustration built up within him, leading him to slam his hand against a nearby wall, it hurt like hell but he continued walking.
Forty-six years ago, a meteor crash-landed on Earth, bringing forth colossal creatures known as Kaiju. Initially, these Kaiju posed a great threat that even the government struggled to counter. However, with the emergence of elite forces, they became a manageable problem.
Andrew adjusted his neck with a crack as he strolled onto the street, noticing a massive tongue lying on the ground – unmistakably the remnant of a defeated Kaiju. "Patrick is definitely going to scoop that up and sneak it into someone's soup," he chuckled to himself while passing by.
To most, the elite forces remained a myth, a legend, but he had encountered them firsthand, or at least, he believed it was them. They moved with an elegant and purposeful grace, their very presence compelling ordinary folks to bow in respect. They were truly special beings.
"If only they'd pick me too, then I wouldn't have to rely on day jobs." He sighed, although women were the ones primarily blessed by the meteor, men were also given dormant powers that allowed them to become pseudo-kaiju. However, the activation process needed one to have a "Slave master."
He didn't particularly like the title bestowed upon the men utilized by the elite forces, but altering it wasn't within his control, the Elite Force members were called the 'slave masters' and their slaves: the men they used to fight were called. 'Slave warriors'
Every nine months, the New-World research facility organized an open registration event, welcoming men from across the city to assess their "Nexus Levels," determining the strength of their kaiju transformation.
He attended the most recent event, which turned out to be the final opportunity. Unfortunately, he was turned away, compelling him to take on various odd jobs to support his family. Had he been accepted into the Elite Forces as a Slave Warrior, his family would have benefited from the privileges he enjoyed, including access to food, shelter, and even healthcare.
"I wonder if Dad gave Brian anything to eat." Andrew wondered as he walked into another alley, a shortcut to his home.
As he climbed over a fence that led into an abandoned field the ground began shaking violently, was it an earthquake? He thought but once he heard a siren he knew it wasn't.
[A Titan-level Kaiju has been spotted in the F-District of New Haven. A Titan Level Kaiju has been spotted in the F-District of New Haven. To any inhabitants of the area, please evacuate as the Elite Forces will be here shortly.] The speakers that were all over the district echoed the crucial announcement.
"A Titan Level! In the F district? Since when?" Andrew began running toward the next fence that closed off the abandoned field. "Of all the days one chooses to show up it has to be when I'm walking home!" He vaulted over the fence, with his bag getting caught on it.
"You gotta be kidding me!" He tugged on his bag, pulling it as hard as he could but he stopped when he felt a gush of steam on his back.
He turned, his movements slow and calm. His gaze met the intense glare of the enormous creature. The Kaiju resembled a Tyrannosaurus rex, surpassing even the dinosaur in sheer size.
As he locked eyes with the Kaiju, a rapid flash montage of his entire life raced through his mind. Was this his final moment? If he died now, who would look after Brian and his father? Leaving his bag behind, he sprinted away from the looming Kaiju. However, his escape was short-lived as the colossal beast swiftly brought its foot down, instantly fracturing both of his legs with its sheer size and strength.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"A piercing screech escaped his lips, causing the pedestrians in the vicinity to hastily retreat into their homes. He realized that no assistance was on its way. In his thoughts, a young boy with dark hair and brown eyes waved at him. It was Brian, that was the last thing he saw when he left their house this morning. Brian waving at him.
The Kaiju seized him, its powerful grip crushing his bones within its massive arms. Afterward, it extended its jaws wide, poised to consume him. "I'm sorry Dad... Brian... I..."
"Take it down, Cain." A voice commanded, and within a heartbeat, the Kaiju was forcefully thrust into an abandoned skyscraper. Andrew tumbled out of its grasp and landed painfully on the ground. Amid the agony, he struggled to grasp the situation unfolding around him. Walking into his line of sight was a girl with white hair and piercing ruby-red eyes, her gaze devoid of emotion as she glared down at him.
"Do you want to survive?" she inquired, but he remained unresponsive. It wasn't due to a lack of desire on his part, rather, he could hardly discern her words, let alone create a reply.
"ARGH!!! PLEASE HELP ME!" The Kaiju seized the Slave Warrior who had struck it earlier and violently ripped it into two distinct pieces. Letting out a deafening roar, it emerged from the skyscraper where it had been thrust, advancing once more toward Andrew and the mysterious white-haired figure.
"Weaklings." The girl uttered before bending onto one knee. "Do you want to survive?" She said again.
Andrew didn't have the strength to say the words, but he wanted to survive. He wanted to see his brother and his father again, he wanted to eat with them, to laugh with them. "I... I want to— live!" He managed to utter.
"Good." She leaned in slowly, her hand gently brushing her hair aside as she planted a soft kiss on his lips.
He struggled to describe the sudden emotion that engulfed him. However, in the blink of an eye, his view shifted from the ground to an upright standing position, his vision tinged with red, and his thoughts consumed by anger.
"What's your name?" She asked and he answered immediately
"Andrew Fischer." He blurted out, not knowing what had compelled him to answer that quickly.
"Okay, Andrew. You see that giant beast over there." She pointed at the large Kaiju that approached them. "Kill it."
Again, he moved before he could think. His body had seemed to be compelled by some irresistible force, one that propelled him into the air, and into the Kaiju. Sending it back into the fallen Skyscraper.
He didn't fully understand what was happening until he zoomed past one of the windows on the massive structure. It was only then that the truth became clear: he had transformed into a Kaiju.
His skin had developed spikes and a black, armor-like texture, with vein-like cracks etching vibrant purple lines across his body. His eyes had adopted the same shade, and his ears had shifted to the back of his head, giving him the appearance of a wolf without a snout. He landed on the stomach of the giant Kaiju. "Kill it!" The words reverberated in his head and it was as if a rush of anger surged into him.
He unleashed a flurry of punches upon the Kaiju, striking it repeatedly until he lost count of the blows. When his arms began to ache, he switched to using his feet, delivering powerful kicks until he found himself inside the beast's stomach, with nothing left to pummel.
"Come here," She beckoned, and in an instant, he vaulted out from the Kaiju's lifeless remains, landing at her side.
"Good job," She praised, filling him with a surge of happiness. However, as the anger subsided, his thoughts crept in. "What just happened?" He pondered.
With these thoughts settling in, weariness overwhelmed him, and he drifted into slumber, his vision returning to the ground. Exhausted, he fell asleep.
"What happened to your last mutt?" Yet another voice spoke as she approached the mysterious white-haired figure.
"It died. It was weak."
"Is this one going to suffer the same fate?"
"That's up to it."