So, this one took a while to get right. I had a few unpublished goes at this and hated all of them, but I finally got it. This is a rewrite of an older story. Actually, it's more just using the framework of the old one with a few tweaks. Hope you like! This is a contributor to the big plan I've been working on for some time, btw.

This is an updated bit at the beginning since I had someone ask this. This series should be considered to be, mostly, the Agents of Shield to the MCU. As in, stuff that happens in the movies gets referenced and there is small overlap, but you shouldn't expect the A-listers from the main movies to show up. They'll show up in this, like Godzilla and the other monsters, but it's not the primary focus.

Well, enough of that. Enjoy the first chapter!

A man stood amidst the collapsed ruins of several city blocks, looking over the still form of the most powerful creature on earth. The body of the enormous reptile had several bleeding wounds on it's back and neck with blood dripping from them. One was especially close to the ground. The man manuevered his way to the open wound and pulled a clear cylinder with a long needle on the end. Inserting it into the wound, he extracted the blood from the beast and stole away, making his way to a car that was located a few blocks away from the destruction. Once inside, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

"I've retrieved the first sample. What is the status of your extraction?"

"We've made extractions from both creatures and are en route to the Hub. Over and out."

The man smiled. This is exactly what they needed to complete their research.

It was now twenty years later, the year 2034. Godzilla had not surfaced since then and has proven to be untrackable. Many countries have started developing countermeasures for other colossal monsters that may one day appear. One of the many scientists who have entered this field is Doctor Edward Yorburg, an expert in biology and nuclear physics, specializing in the mutative properties of radiation on biology. He was based in New York. His research had opened many new doors and had progressed many fields forward. Today, he was very excited.

"Rothstein, come look! I've cracked it!"

The man, Rothstein, came rushing over to look at a computer monitor that Yorburg was staring at.

"I don't believe it... You actually did it!"

The screen displayed a strand of DNA with a focus on one particular section. There was a formula next to it as well as a simulation.

"With this, we can finally begin the true work we've been building towards for twenty years! My god, it has been so long! Call Gamma and let them know that we're ready to commence the program."

Rothstein hurried off while Edward grabbed his coat and rushed to the parkade the lab he was working at. He could barely contain his excitement. Soon, all his research would finally bare the fruit he had been cultivating for so long.

He drove as fast as he could to the docks and leapt out of his car. He hurried to a sleek looking boat with a man standing at the wheel.

"Onward to evolution." Yorburg stated as he climbed aboard. The man nodded.

"Hold on. We're waiting on Rothstein."

They waited roughly five more minutes before Rothstein showed up and stepped inside.

"Onward to evolution."

The man nodded again and they sped off into the ocean. Once they reached what appeared to be nowhere, a submarine breached the calm waters and rocked the boat slightly. Yorburg and Rothstein got out and climbed aboard the sub. Once they were inside, they moved off into the deeper waters.

After some time, a shape appeared in the dark waters. It gradually became clearer until they could see a massive, underwater hanger with doors open to them. The sub glided inside and the doors closed behind it. The water drained enough for the sub to surface and a bridge extended from the wall, allowing the two scientists to disembark. They went straight to a large open lab and walked to a glass tank at the back. Inside was a pulsating blob of flesh with several needles on tubes connected to it.

"Still in prime condition! Those cells are indeed a marvel."

Yorburg nodded in agreement.

"As long as it continues to provide us with DNA for our program, we keep it alive. Now, do we have a list from the DNA tests we acquired?"

Rothstein nodded and pulled out a transparent tablet from the folds of his coat.

"We have five thousand that have the gene, but seven who have the DNA combination we deemed most ideal. We can deploy teams to acquire them when you give the word."

"Do it as soon as possible. We've worked too long and too hard to wait longer than we need to."

Rothstein nodded and made a quick call. Yorburg smiled even wider. Now he would make the next advancement in human evolution a reality!

In a high school, far off in Manitoba Canada, a boy named Grey sat in history class, bored out of his mind. He hated history class with a burning passion. It wasn't the subject itself that inspired such ill will towards it. It was just that his teacher spoke in an unbroken monotone that was so calculated and robotic, not even the most passionate history students could listen to him without sinking into the deep dull after a few minutes. Even the other staff acknowledged that drops in marks during that class could be attributed to the fact that the teacher just made it so... boring.

Grey was sixteen and stood about 5'7. He had short black hair and green eyes and like to wear a grey hoody with a green and orange coloured zipper and laces in the hood.

Grey snapped to attention when he heard the bell ring, signaling the end of the class and they end of the day. Grey couldn't get out of there fast enough. He rushed out the door and ran home as fast as he could. When he got home, he saw his younger brother and sister, who were twins and ten years old, watching TV while his dad was busy peeling potatoes for dinner.

"Hey knucklehead, how was school?"

Grey rolled his eyes at his nickname.

"The usual. Sorry, but I have to go take history class again."

"Seriously? Can't you just pay attention?"

Grey groaned.

"Look, I told you already that everyone, I repeat, everyone has to do this. Just call the school and ask them. Hell, half the tutors people hire are for history class! I would kill to know why he hasn't been fired yet."

His dad shrugged.

"Ah well. So, you ready for tomorrow?"

Grey nodded excitedly. Tomorrow he was going for his final test to get his driver's license. He had been looking forward to this since two weeks ago when he realized how close he was. Tomorrow was a Saturday so he didn't have school to worry about. His younger brother leaned back on the couch.

"You can drop me and Snickers off at school!"

"Don't call me that, Mark!"

Sam, nicknamed Snickers by Mark because she stole all the snickers out of his Halloween candy three years in a row, had a very peeved look on her face. Grey laughed a little. It was always entertaining to watch them go after each other rather than him for a change. Of course, he had countermeasures for that. One such being the electronic lock and alarm he had built in his electronics class at school. He had attached them to his door a year ago to prevent them from sneaking into his room from that point on. They had so far proved to be an excellent deterrent from the two troublemakers.

Grey strolled into his room and pulled out his history textbook and looked at where he had marked the pages he needed to read. He always did so before a lesson so as to ensure that he could take notes down when he got home. He worked away for a couple hours before switching to his chemistry homework. He was about a quarter of the way through when he heard the door open and close. His mom must have just gotten home. That indicated that it was time for dinner. He pushed himself out of his seat and walked to the dining room. Everyone was already seated.

"So, anything interesting happen today?" His mom asked. Grey shrugged.

"Well, Matt almost blew up a capacitor in Electronics today. He mixed up the polarity when he made the connection. The thing puffed up like a balloon before we pulled the battery and made sure the thing wouldn't blow."

Everyone laughed a little at his story. Mark and Sam had something to share.

"We got to watch a movie about volcanoes in class today!"

The family continued to chat as they ate their meal. Grey was the first to excuse himself, heading off to finish his homework. He finished after another half hour and decided to play a few video games before coming out to say good night to everyone. He took care of his evening rituals before climbing under the covers and dozing off.

Yorburg stood in front of a small gathering of people who were seated around a table. He was pointing to various parts of a screen, talking about what he was trying to accomplish. One of the assembled raised their hand.

"So, how exactly does your formula work?"

Yorburg's eyes brightened dramatically.

"An excellent question! Twenty-two years ago, I discovered a unique and fascinating strain of DNA That a small percentage of humanity has developed. As to what this strain does, well, it does nothing. Absolutely nothing, unless it is exposed to some sort of external reactant. For example, should one be bitten by a poisonous snake and have this gene, there is an incredibly high probability that this person would develop a resistance or outright immunity to the venom entirely! The serum I've developed will allow me to manipulate how this gene mutates. We could use this to render humanity immune to disease, create a man as strong as twenty men, even create a cross-species organism! This last one is especially important. The serum in question will cause people with this gene to gain the powers of the famed King of Monsters!"

The group looked around at each other.

"We expect successful results in one week."

Yorburg spluttered.

"I need more time than that! Our candidates won't be here for another week at least!"

"Fine, two weeks. We want a successful prototype in two weeks. Start working."

Yorburg nodded gratefully. Two weeks was still a bit tight, but he could make it work. He best start synthesizing the serum. It would take time and precision.

"Rothstein, how are the retrievals going?"

"We have two of them en route to the Hub. The other five are being tailed as we speak."

"Very good. I'm just beginning the synthesis now. Get the holding pens ready. If my calculations are correct, we will need extra reinforcement for after the procedure."

The two men kept at their work. Twenty years they had been working on this. Now it was time.

So, it's a little short. It's because we have to save some stuff for the other chapters. More stuff for my big plan. It's going to be so beautiful... Or not, You'll be the judge of that. Creativity? Anything to add?

Creativity: Yeah! I want more time at the beginning of the chapters! How are the readers gonna know who I am if I'm stuck at the end of each chapter?

Author: Well, they could just read New Dawn (Old title, might be different by time of this reading) Or anything else that comes out with you in it.

Creativity: Want more opening time!

Author: Well, if you're gonna be such a big baby about it...

(Closes eyes and Creativity becomes a baby)

Creativity: I hate you. You know that right?

Author: I know. I also know that I sign your pay check.

Hope you keep reading once we're out of this short period. See you next time!