The characters of Rock & Rule are the sole property of Nelvana. Original characters belong to me. This story is an inspiration of Steven Spielberg's 'Jaws'.

Prologue

On a dark stretch of beach, a group of teenagers surrounded a bon fire. One played an electric guitar, but he created a lot of noise instead of music. The others had been drinking and they were at the point of being very drunk.

One dog humanoid teen girl walked up to a tipsy cat boy. "Hey!" she called over the noise.

"Hey yourself!" he replied, struggling to get his footing. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Jean," she answered and pulled him to his feet and they ran off towards the dark water.

"Where are we going?!" the cat boy asked.

"Swimming!" Jean answered and then started shedding her clothes and undergarments.

The cat boy struggled to get his pants off and he collapsed to the ground. "I'll catch up, I think I'm drunk!" he called out to Jean, who had entered the water.

Jean swam out and then turned her head towards the beach. She could not see the cat boy as it was dark.

She failed to notice the bubbles emerging from the water and bursting on the surface.

Whatever creature was under Jean, it swam towards her, and took hold of her foot.

It tugged on her, but she laughed it off. "Very funny, whoever you are," Jean said, but then, the figure pulled her beneath the surface.

Jean could not see the person in the black water, but something made a cut through her leg and her mouth released bubbles. She swam up to the surface and broke through. "Help! Somebody!" Jean cried out, but the assailant pulled her under, again.

She felt a stinging sensation hit her shoulders and then her belly. Whoever the assailant was, he must be stabbing her, and she panicked.

Unfortunately, the killer blow came to her chest as the knife cut through her skin and then her heart. Jean's body floated for a moment and then the current took her away towards the shore.

The killer placed the knife back in its holster. He breathed in through the mouthpiece that attached to the oxygen tank he had on his back. He released some bubbles from his mouth and, satisfied in what he did, he swam away.