Night Tide
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,217
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
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Night Tide
Okay this is something I am playing around with. I am dropping Fallen Angels for the moment so I need something to work on. Anyway give some feed back on this, please. Oh, Night Walker wil update tomorrow. Sorry that the seris has to start over, but the new stuff won\'t take long. So yeah...enjoy this and leave me some comments. Yes, I know you can guess the creature of myth in this tale. Enjoy ^.^
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Night Tide
I remember a song one of my parents used to sing to me when I was little. It was an old song from way back in the day; it went like this, “ Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera…what will be, will be” I don’t believe many know that song, but its pretty, well, at least I thought so when I was little. However, when put in a certain situation, the song is kind of morbid. Take the line, “Whatever will be, will be” well in other words shit happens and it will happen regardless what you want to happen. For example, it will happen that one of your friends will invite you on a boat, drink like fish becoming drunk, think it would be fun to take this boat and race around the bay, and stupidly crash into a large rock sending friends flying and most likely killing them. Sad situation? Yes, it is. Now lets take the second line, “ The future’s not ours to see”. Now when my fifth-teen year-old self woke up this morning, I didn’t foresee oncoming doom. I did not see the rope of the anchor wrap around my ankle, or my friend’s boyfriend slamming into a rock or the anchor falling into the water, sinking into the depths with me tagging along. But, here I am floating off the sea bottom, a good fifth-teen or twenty feet from the surface.
It is pretty down here, under the water; the moon’s rays shining columns of light through the blackness, the soft looking sand at the floor, and the light and water dancing at the surface. It all serene, like nothing else matters.
I gave up struggling minutes ago. I knew I wasn’t escaping the hold of the rope, so I decided that I would relax in my watery grave. I knew I was going to die, which was strangely fine with me. I mean life sucked. My parents were taken by tsunami when I was five, along with most of our town. I lived with my uncle, who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me. After all with a business to run and a hot girlfriend, who has time for a pain in the ass like me? And well school…well you can guess, it sucks too. Now I am not depressed or anything, its not like I want to die. It just seems that this is what is to be. No use in crying about it, just…accept it.
So here I float. My long blood red hair swaying weightlessly in the water, my deep tanned skin shinning in the moonlight, and my brown eyes starting to drop as the fiery sensation in my lungs begins to fade.
Later world, its been real, I thought bitter-sweetly.
The last thing I see before my world goes black is a shadow moving in and out of the columns of moonlight. It’s big and it moves easily in the water. I see it come towards me but before I can identify it, my surroundings fade to black…
“Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera…what will be, will be”
- Doris Day
All my surroundings were black, just black. I wondered when the light at the end of the tunnel would show up. I wished it would hurry up; it’s boring just being here. Suddenly, out of nowhere the light appeared. I guess I was shocked that it actually appeared. By then I did feel depressed that was dead and this was my final destination. Oh well, maybe I will see my parents again, that would be nice. Soon the light enveloped me…and… I found myself looking up at the night sky.
What the hell, I thought.
I was vaguely aware that I was coughing up water or that I seemed to be lying on a rock. My body felt numb, and ached. Somehow I managed the strength to sit up, almost slipping off the rock. When balanced I looked around. Forty feet away from me was the accident with the boat. The coast guard or whatever was on the scene. I could see them lifting bodies from the wreckage. Whether or not my friends were alive I didn’t know. Horribly, their well being was far from my mind. What I did care about was how I was here on a rock and not floating dead on the sea floor.
Something smooth and cold brushed my leg that was still hanging in the water. If my body had all its feeling in it, I would have jumped, but I remained still. From the corner of my eye I believed I saw something shiny reflect in the moonlight, just moving to the other side of the rock. I managed to move so I could peer over the rock. Looking down in the water I saw only black. Above me, the clouds had shifted and now a beam of moonlight shot down at me. Then…I saw them. Just below the surface, two eyes staring up at me. They were slightly glowing and were a beautiful shade of aquamarine. The black pupils were that of a snake, slit. They stare unblinkingly at me and I guess I did the same. We held each other like that for a good while.
“Hey! I got another one over here!” I heard a man shout. I could hear the sound of a boat coming nearer, but I didn’t break eye contact with whatever was in the water. However, whatever the creature was didn’t want to stick around and without taking its eyes off me, it sank deeper in the depths, completely disappearing.
Soon after a coast guard grabbed me and I was taken to the hospital. I learned that three of my friends died in the accident, the ass the drove the boat lived, and my uncle was royally pissed. After my stay in the hospital did I find out how pissed he was. Now for the years I have lived with my dear uncle, I will admit that I am a brat. We always fight over something and I go out of way to disappoint the man. Looking back that was childish of me and the man didn’t need me being a bitch. But I was young and stupid. After the boat accident my uncle and his bitchy girlfriend decided that I was too much to handle. Yup, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My butt was out of that house. My new home would come to be with my grandparents on my mother’s side that I didn’t even know existed.
From what I heard from my uncle is that they and my mother never got along so broke ties. It was said that when my parents died they wanted to take me, but my parent’s will said I would go with dad’s brother. Weird. But I didn’t give much thought. They were suppose to be filthy rich and lived on a small island. It sounded okay. I mean some old couple, what could they do? I figured I could run wild, so I didn’t give them much thought. What I did find myself constantly thinking about were those eyes. To who or what did they belong to? Did that thing save me? If it did, why did it do it? I would soon find out the answers to those questions, along with other mess that I couldn’t begin to imagine. So you know my name is Alana, Alana Koki. This is my story, one of those one in a million stories that sound completely B.S but…it is true. Now it started with the boat accident and continued from there. Believe me, I sometimes wish it was just a bad dream, but its not. “ Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera…” as the song goes.
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Night Tide
I remember a song one of my parents used to sing to me when I was little. It was an old song from way back in the day; it went like this, “ Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera…what will be, will be” I don’t believe many know that song, but its pretty, well, at least I thought so when I was little. However, when put in a certain situation, the song is kind of morbid. Take the line, “Whatever will be, will be” well in other words shit happens and it will happen regardless what you want to happen. For example, it will happen that one of your friends will invite you on a boat, drink like fish becoming drunk, think it would be fun to take this boat and race around the bay, and stupidly crash into a large rock sending friends flying and most likely killing them. Sad situation? Yes, it is. Now lets take the second line, “ The future’s not ours to see”. Now when my fifth-teen year-old self woke up this morning, I didn’t foresee oncoming doom. I did not see the rope of the anchor wrap around my ankle, or my friend’s boyfriend slamming into a rock or the anchor falling into the water, sinking into the depths with me tagging along. But, here I am floating off the sea bottom, a good fifth-teen or twenty feet from the surface.
It is pretty down here, under the water; the moon’s rays shining columns of light through the blackness, the soft looking sand at the floor, and the light and water dancing at the surface. It all serene, like nothing else matters.
I gave up struggling minutes ago. I knew I wasn’t escaping the hold of the rope, so I decided that I would relax in my watery grave. I knew I was going to die, which was strangely fine with me. I mean life sucked. My parents were taken by tsunami when I was five, along with most of our town. I lived with my uncle, who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me. After all with a business to run and a hot girlfriend, who has time for a pain in the ass like me? And well school…well you can guess, it sucks too. Now I am not depressed or anything, its not like I want to die. It just seems that this is what is to be. No use in crying about it, just…accept it.
So here I float. My long blood red hair swaying weightlessly in the water, my deep tanned skin shinning in the moonlight, and my brown eyes starting to drop as the fiery sensation in my lungs begins to fade.
Later world, its been real, I thought bitter-sweetly.
The last thing I see before my world goes black is a shadow moving in and out of the columns of moonlight. It’s big and it moves easily in the water. I see it come towards me but before I can identify it, my surroundings fade to black…
“Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera…what will be, will be”
- Doris Day
All my surroundings were black, just black. I wondered when the light at the end of the tunnel would show up. I wished it would hurry up; it’s boring just being here. Suddenly, out of nowhere the light appeared. I guess I was shocked that it actually appeared. By then I did feel depressed that was dead and this was my final destination. Oh well, maybe I will see my parents again, that would be nice. Soon the light enveloped me…and… I found myself looking up at the night sky.
What the hell, I thought.
I was vaguely aware that I was coughing up water or that I seemed to be lying on a rock. My body felt numb, and ached. Somehow I managed the strength to sit up, almost slipping off the rock. When balanced I looked around. Forty feet away from me was the accident with the boat. The coast guard or whatever was on the scene. I could see them lifting bodies from the wreckage. Whether or not my friends were alive I didn’t know. Horribly, their well being was far from my mind. What I did care about was how I was here on a rock and not floating dead on the sea floor.
Something smooth and cold brushed my leg that was still hanging in the water. If my body had all its feeling in it, I would have jumped, but I remained still. From the corner of my eye I believed I saw something shiny reflect in the moonlight, just moving to the other side of the rock. I managed to move so I could peer over the rock. Looking down in the water I saw only black. Above me, the clouds had shifted and now a beam of moonlight shot down at me. Then…I saw them. Just below the surface, two eyes staring up at me. They were slightly glowing and were a beautiful shade of aquamarine. The black pupils were that of a snake, slit. They stare unblinkingly at me and I guess I did the same. We held each other like that for a good while.
“Hey! I got another one over here!” I heard a man shout. I could hear the sound of a boat coming nearer, but I didn’t break eye contact with whatever was in the water. However, whatever the creature was didn’t want to stick around and without taking its eyes off me, it sank deeper in the depths, completely disappearing.
Soon after a coast guard grabbed me and I was taken to the hospital. I learned that three of my friends died in the accident, the ass the drove the boat lived, and my uncle was royally pissed. After my stay in the hospital did I find out how pissed he was. Now for the years I have lived with my dear uncle, I will admit that I am a brat. We always fight over something and I go out of way to disappoint the man. Looking back that was childish of me and the man didn’t need me being a bitch. But I was young and stupid. After the boat accident my uncle and his bitchy girlfriend decided that I was too much to handle. Yup, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My butt was out of that house. My new home would come to be with my grandparents on my mother’s side that I didn’t even know existed.
From what I heard from my uncle is that they and my mother never got along so broke ties. It was said that when my parents died they wanted to take me, but my parent’s will said I would go with dad’s brother. Weird. But I didn’t give much thought. They were suppose to be filthy rich and lived on a small island. It sounded okay. I mean some old couple, what could they do? I figured I could run wild, so I didn’t give them much thought. What I did find myself constantly thinking about were those eyes. To who or what did they belong to? Did that thing save me? If it did, why did it do it? I would soon find out the answers to those questions, along with other mess that I couldn’t begin to imagine. So you know my name is Alana, Alana Koki. This is my story, one of those one in a million stories that sound completely B.S but…it is true. Now it started with the boat accident and continued from there. Believe me, I sometimes wish it was just a bad dream, but its not. “ Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera…” as the song goes.
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