The darkness of the cave had brought brief comfort to the blonde haired woman. She crawled into it as the chaos all around her increased but she don't care.
That asshole Rourke and the Professor could both roast in hell for all she cared, they deserved each other. Everything since they arrived here, she had been shown nothing more then an upside world far different from ether Frankfurt and Washington D.C, but Atlantis wasn't ether.
Her mind was focus on the hatred she felt for her former team mates. There was no such thing as "justice" for all the pain she was feeling now. The hate was burning into her blue eyes, the angry sneer forged to her face. Men like Rourke would have killed her just for a good laugh now, is that kind of hatred that kept her from feeling the numbness that was setting into her legs. She know soon she would lose all feeling in them. She begin to cough up blood from her mouth, that was the sign she know the end was near.
A blood trail followed as she slowly itched toward a nearby pool of crystal clear water. She just want one drink before she left this earth to face her judgement.
There was still some hope in her as well but it so little for it, the hope of seeing Frankfurt, her mother and twin sisters again. The hope of her father forgiving her for leaving on this trip with saying she would bring him the money.
And the hope of seeing "her" one more time, the woman of her dreams, the very woman she would have married right off the bat. Hadn't not been for the commander or the "plan", the one thing that mattered above the all the thrown away lives of the soldiers and the life of the one Atlantean, the King. She was closing her eyes, "Why think of him in the middle of your death?" she thought to herself" The old man could still be alive, you're not a heartless monster" but she know that was bullcrap.
She know Rourke hadn't plan on anyone actually living in Atlantis, they hadn't plan on forcing the Professor to join them in there hare brained scheme of stealing a "treasure" or having the girl he desired most to be the vessel for the living breathing treasure, or the fact that the same guy made her former teammates into enemies in some random whim to kill them now.
In her mind there was no more "Preston Whitmore Expedition", it become a mindless disastrous shot out between two egos and she was the victim. The anger she felt was slowly going away replaced by a need to sleep and for the first time in her life, she was scared knowing fully well she wouldn't be waking up again.
Even as her eyes get heavy and the pain in both her sides increased, she saw through the darkness of the fresh water, a par of glowing yellow eyes staring back at her. Such a bizarre sight was making her laugh, the echo of it getting louder and not caring about it. Now in her final moments, she was going crazy with this place if it had mermaids as well as the idea that the savages worshiping a glowing blue rock as there "god". The laughter stopped when she fall over unconscious. Everything within the cave was beginning to heat up and the cave she thought of as safety would soon be roasting her.
Just then a pale white hand gripped her from the water's edge, quickly pulling her under as a jet of fire shot out to burn the ceiling of the cavern.
With yellow glowing eyes, the figure take the unconscious woman deeper below the natural lake as the heat shooting out had begin boiling it. Knowing full well that the woman would drown even before bleeding to death. The figure with a wave of the hand had formed an air bubble around the head. The figure swam with the grace and speed of an Olympic champion.
Going through another deeper cave entrance, the figure know that these flooded caverns would be an escape from the fury of the now awakened volcano. Even then the violence of it caused shock waves to the caverns, the figure had dodged the falling rocks and debris. They would soon reach a safe place away from the destruction. The rocks kept falling in the path of the figure but it even stopped once the girl would dead in few hours if they wouldn't hurrying past the increasing dangerous caverns surrounding them.
Then the darkness was giving away to a warm green light as the figure with the wound woman finally surfaced in a beautiful grotto surrounded by countless shipwrecks from different periods of time. Nearby to them was a lone beach with an overhanging waterfall and the foliage of an red jungle forest that surrounded still more wrecks. It was a vast tropical paradise that the explorers never know about within the underworld that was Atlantis.
But then the figure eyed a beautiful 17th century ship floating in the middle of the grotto, the ship was traces of fainted red paint, some pieces of the ship had gone missing, the sails were torn in huge chucks, basicially it seen better days. But to the figure it was the home away from home. It also had quite legendary name to it as well
THE WICKED WENCH
Quickly the figure kicked down the door to the captain's cabin, placing her in the middle of the lavish French oak bed with silk lined sheets. All that lavishness was now being covered in the woman's blood. The figure began working by stripping the woman of her tank top and brown pants, the only response was weakened groin "uhhhh...hhhh"
The injuries she had worried the figure, beginning with trying to found were all that blood was coming from. The figure had moved there rough cold hand to the skin, feeling small rocks on impaling her backside and finally the figure found the cause to it at last. A sharped stone was stacking right out of her left thigh bone, knowing that the woman would feel what the figure was to do, the figure's pale clawed hand closed around her mouth and with the other quickly pull the sharp rock out of her. And taking a hammer from nearby drawer and once again with there hand began to heat it, the figure know that in order to stop the bleeding they had seal it to the thigh bone.
The blonde woman made the loudest scream that echoed through out the entire grotto
After that the figure get out medical bandages to began to work the wounds of the now completely naked woman whose was going in and out of conscious but still in so much in pain to not care where they were, it take quite awhile for this happen but the figure still manged it.
The figure wiped the sweat from there brow, they need to make her sleep and the figure want to Spanish Beach wood cabinet and had a number of synergies filled with pain relief medicine. They picked the orange color one since it worked the fastest and would make the subject get some much need sleep. The figure sent the needle right into the blonde's right shoulder. Finally it was over.
The figure was now covered from head to toe in the woman's blood, with a wave of the hand, the candles surrounding the room lit up, now the figure was standing before an elegant Jamaican mirror the finest made in Port Royal. The shadows playing across the room and the figure was breathing heavily from just saving this woman from her near death, she was selfless like that.
The figure was an tall woman even taller in height to the blonde, she was nude. Gills covered the sides of her neck, The hair was long and colored bright red like the color of blood, the arms had ended in fins like that of a shark and legs too had fins but more similar to that dolphin's. In a weird inhuman way she surpassed even the beauty of the blonde's.
Her hands were clawed sharped dark nails, everything about her seemed really terrifying in appearance if not for her compassion. The long hair covered her face though all but the piecing yellow eyes. She had quickly opened the cabinet to take out a beautiful white porcelain face mask. It fitted perfectly to her face and the glowing eyes dumped into being solid blue eyes.
After all this she need rest and lay in the nearby chair near the bed, before going right to sleep, she heard the blonde woman had began to speak weakly but it was in German and she kept on repeating what she was saying
"Forgive me...forgive me...forgive me"
THE TRIALS OF HELGA SINCLAIR
The ship fulled with its gold and the remaining crew of the doomed submarine the ULYSSES had departed from the courtyard of the "palace". Two silent male Atlanteans waved goodbye as the ship flew over there heads and disappeared into the cavern entrance .
One of them groaned in anger "By Neptune's beard, i thought they never leave" The male now speaking in an female voice similar to rough Aussie accent. And started to transform as carried there bags they had brought with them and had pull out there own face masks.
As the two transformed back into there natural feminine forms, also pale white and topless but each had different hair color, the one on the right was shorter and had pure green dread locked hair, while the one on the right was taller and her hair was colored bright orange and had been done in a ponytail.
"It's a wonder Cleo as why the hell they brought that disguising thing of a man" The ponytail one talked with her black mask in the "sun"
"I think they called him "Mole" or something like that, i figure he was there pet, you know they no choose but to bring him along, Rikki" answered the green haired one wearing a golden mask sounded Aussie as well to her voice .
They begin to laugh, only to be looked on unknowingly by the tall pale red haired woman.
She had dressed herself in a simple white tied up shirt and long black pants. High black boots. At her side was a thin fencing sword. A blue headband wrapped around her hair, her entire appearance suggested she was a pirate then who she really was to the peoples of Atlantis.
"Well...well, it seems alot of you has been busy while i'll been gone, hasn't it Cleo" her voice was sensual and deep with a bit of sarcasm
"QUEEN SYRENA ...oh great Neptune i haven't seen you" Cleo said in slight surprise to seeing her and Rikki just standing there with her laughing at them
Rikki walked toward there crowned ruler, even before speaking, Syrena had sense trouble in her eyes. "My Queen these... these "VANDALS"...have offend the honor we of the MER left of having." The anger filled her voice that caught the Queen quite a bit.
"Please Rikki just tell me from the beginning about these outsiders!"
Moments later within the highest tower of what the Mer Women dubbed the "OLD CITY" ,
Stood the throne room filled with five marble looking chairs but actually they were cut from the finest coral in the sea.
Rikki and Cleo were sitting facing each other both recounting what these outsiders had done. Syrena walked back and forth, with each step she felt mixture of emotions. One of them of sense of helplessness and even more anger.
As Cleo kept speaking "Then they left in the ship of gold...and i have nothing more to add". She heard her queen groaned
"They found it, don't they?"
Cleo silently answered with a hint of fear in her voice "The Conduit"
"GOD DAMN IT...WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY GOING TO DO WITH IT?"
Cleo gasped "You shouldn't yell my quee..."
Rikki infrared "There former leader said he would sell it to the highest bidder to any nation that wanted it "
Now Syrena was angry "No one in there right mind can control that "thing" or need i remind you two in our past long ago that it was use for the purpose of WAR!"
"NO...one of them the puny one, had thought it was both our "god" and "lifeforce" and that we would die without it" Rikki said eyeing the fact that this wouldn't ease there Queen
"Such nonsense like that is what get there soldiers murdered but not ours" Cleo quickly added
"I don't care ether way i just what to know if this has impacted my people?"
Rikki now walked toward the queen rising her hand to gently to the Queen's shoulder, "Kida" her voice broke a bit
"What about Kida?"
Syrena walked the stone path toward what the outsiders were lead to believe was the throne room of great Atlantis.
In actually it was the Archives, a vast liberty dating back to the time before the "Great Sinking" .
On the steps lid a young girl with dark skin and white hair, other the numerous tattoos covering her face and nearly every part of her body. She was nude but wasn't caring for modesty as the Queen walked quietly near her. The girl's sobs echoed throughout the massive courtyard. Slowly touching her shoulder, Syrena speak.
"Kida...i am sorry about your father" her voice was kind
"You...you should have seen them my Queen...they were monsters all of them." Kida hadn't changed back in her natural form remaining as the "savage" princess, the one form that the crew saw and know her as. She hated it but her voice was still broken up. "Everyone of them just STOOD THERE as my father lay dying. All of them caring about that gift given to the MER by your very own father"
"He and i haven't talk in ages Kida" Syrena said blatantly
"THE GOD NEPTUNE AND DON'T DENY HE'S YOUR FATHER, HIS GIFT HAS BROUGHT NOTHING BUT MISERY AND PAIN TO ME!" she yelled scaring away nearby wild life. As Syrena stood in one spot never moving.
"THE "THING" POSSESSED ME, AND THEY KEPT ME LOCKED IN THERE DAMNED CAGE,
I WITNESSED THE BATTLE AND THEN THE VOLCANO, I THINK HATE THEM EVEN MORE WHEN HE RESCUED ME"
Still calmly Syrena had to ask "Where is the young man that saved you?, i would personally want to thank him"
"THANK HIM!,
HE LEFT WITH THE OTHERS RIGHT AFTER HE TOLD ME THAT MY FATHER WAS DEAD AND WAS THE ONLY ONE TO TALK WITH HIM!"
Her voice changed now "In a blind fit of rage, i gripped his damned book from his hands and throw it into the nearest fireplace" her eyes flashed in rage and her voice told it with pride
Syrena was shocked by this action. She wanted to study this "Shepard's Journal" herself and how whoever write it had known about Atlantis and it's near inner workings but Kida's rage saw to that.
"YOU COULD ONLY THANK HIM FOR KILLING HIS COMMANDER AND THAT BLONDE SHE-DEVIL OF HIS" Kida come back to yelling.
Syrena choose her words carefully "Kida the next time outsiders come to Atlantis we will...'
"WE"...MY Queen will be the very moment that I KILL THEM MYSELF.
You can't reason with animals, they left with there gold THIS TIME. But the next time, every single one of them has to burn for MY FATHER AND FOR ATLANTIS HERSELF. Now please leave me alone Syrena, I don't wish to talk" Kida growled and then turn to run away from the Archives.
In the few days that followed life seemed return to some level of normal for the MER but Syrena know that there would be unrest through out her empire the very moment, anyone learned about her saving the life of at least one of these solders.
And she know that there would be a toll for such an action but she wanted keep that from happening and had to keep her "patient" from ever being discovered.
Back on her ship, Syrena had found that the blonde woman had been going through a high fever.
The blonde woman's eyes were closed but she was breathing heavily, there was huge amount of sweat soaking the entire bed, as Syrena panicked searching for something to help.
She know it was quite possibly a reaction to one of the medicines to keep the woman from dying while her body went through the slow healing of her massive injuries.
Quickly running to the nearby cabinet, she found that she was running extremely low on any of the fever medicine, having use it beforehand in past few days.
Without thinking, she taken the blue syringe and moved toward the edge of the bed. Her mask clinging tightly to her face as she moved her arm into the woman's shoulder.
Suddenly the woman's eyes opened wide and then even with a high fever saw a strange creature looming over her.
Using her strong arms she grappled the thing by the neck and began a tight hold. In her panic she had knock the mask off.
The look of terror was on her face when she saw the being looking back.
Through the red hair was piecing yellow eyes, the nose on it was turned up, there was no eyebrows and the mouth had been filled with shark like teeth.
Syrena had to think of something or else she would be chocked to death by this woman. Who only saw a terrifying monster and not her rescuer.
With her webbed hands, she grappled both the woman's arms, and closed her eyes. With a mere touch, she began to enter to the confused memories of the woman before her.
Going through a thousand different images, she just needed to take the most perfect thing in this woman's life and use it to save her own.
Then she saw a beautiful girl laughing and smiling at her and know the very moment this will do.
Suddenly the terrible monster before her began to change, the taller body become shorter, the red hair was becoming brown colored.
The pale face become checks that were rounder, the lips were filler red. Even the naked form was changing into something familiar for her.
She lightened her grip from the neck. As standing before her was a woman she know wouldn't give up on her no matter the pain, she was feeling.
"Jane" she said with a smile. Jane had answered "Go back to sleep, it's just a bad dream...please trust me, there was no monster here, my darling"
It was a nightmare in her head and soon she know she would wake up looking at that face again
Her eyes get heavy and she needed sleep.
That funny British accent always brought a smile to her face as she fell back to sleep.
The syringe had done it's job all in the mean time, she was being chocked. Coughing and rubbing her neck, she looked at the mirror.
The blonde woman was in a deep sleep again but Syrena was still in the form of the person before her desired above all else.
She know her race the MER were shape shifters , they were slightly above that of the other MERMAID races since her kind was the so called "Children of Neptune" and they were the first.
Her race was formed when in the decades after the sinking, the men of Atlantis made the foolish action of warring against Neptune himself. Long story short, in his rage the men had to be killed leaving just the women. They were changed into these "beauties" that take on looked like marine life including dolphins, manta rays and sharks in humanoid form with there fins and body type.
And in a strange way they were all beautiful giving off a perfect fashion model look to them.
The reason no one has caught a mermaid was because of the actions of the MER. They could change into anybody or anything they want and the foolish fisherman would none the wiser to there tricks such as a manatee being quite a popular one for them.
But there was a weakness as well for a MER had to play out the form of the one who was seeing it and would always be there deepest desire.
It was like a drug to them, they couldn't help themselves. They wanted, NEEDED the comfort given off by the land dwellers.
This was why a whole slew of people being locked up in an submarine for days on end and the general desire to see a lost primitive race was perfect for the MER.
The MER had to play out the fantasy given off by these explorers even though the truth would be more harder to take.
There were even more noble then say the Sirens off the coasts of Athens,Greece or just as savage as the Pacific nation of the MU people off of Japan and the almost rivalry between them and Atlantis.
It was the nation of MU that Kida had been adapted into and known more about all her life.
They were the bravest warriors on the sea and the most loyal to each other and these they befriended.
The masks worn by these women was a rule set by Neptune himself, the talking off of any of these masks when in there "true form" was a serious offence. They would know whose who just by the color of there masks and the way they talked and moved.
Breaking it meant banishment and that was something Syrena know all to well.
Syrena's hands were shaking just wanting to touch her on the check and to kiss her right then and there on the woman's lips, she wanted to make love to this sick woman.
But she had to stop herself from acting on it, it was wrong to think would that this blonde would return her feelings. Also deep down she know that this form she had taken on was still endlessly waiting for this woman to come back to her on the surface. Tears form from her eyes, for with these desires come also the strong emotions with them.
She can't stop crying, hiding her face or rather Jane's as tears flow down, kneeling next to the bed. She don't even care that she was naked.
Many of her own people had called her the most powerful of there race but deep down she hate that title because her own desires had be surpassed.
This woman was "Jane's" and not "Syrena's", love was something that be denied for something as inhuman as she felt she was.
She know humans would fear and kill her the moment she reveled herself. She wanted to go back to one life were she was fully execpted, the life of a pirate. The one life she still embraced even now although everyone of her friends from these days were long gone.
Both Captain Elizabeth Swann and her pirate nation of Libertatia were now ancient history in the Caribbean but were still fresh in Syrena's mind. The blonde before her would never understand the feeling of she get from these thrilling days and an life living to the fullest even for an "mermaid" like her.
But it was a part of her life that she know deep down she would never reclaim. Her people of Atlantis had come before her own desires and happiness, it was self sacrifice and it was the worst pain to be ever felt in all of the deepest darkest ocean.
WRITER'S NOTE:ATLANTIS THE LOST EMPIRE is one of the most troublesome animated film within the Disney company. I would be the last person even actually going around to writing up an story based on it. But i have and it's more darker in tone to most of the stuff i been writing about at least of terms of Disney stories. And this my first real attempt at M-rated storyline.
But i felt that biggest "loose ends" the film itself has involves the fate of Rourke's partner Lt. Helga Sinclair.
The film NEVER address as to what happened after the "Nothing Personal" scene with MANY reviews simply ether saying "she died" to possibly "fate unknown". Or that she get crashed by the balloon, boiled in magma and that will leave it at that. Which feels like such a waste of a character that filmmakers had also put into the promos like toys and such. With the added fact that i feel they never what out of the way SAYING she was meant to be the "bad guy?".
For anyone who actually watched the film again, her real fate is really unresolved. To a careful observer, that balloon actually falls rather close to Milo and Kida's cage but no sign anywhere of Helga. Which only brings up the fact that she may have escaped the battle in what was still a very painful crippling way.
There are other "Helga survived" stories even here but i felt to make mine different even terms of tone, compared to these. Like the fact that at least some of them Kida and Helga seemed to become instant friends. Which is an improvement over again the film's "loose ended" way of doing it.
SHE WAS THREATENING HER WITH A GUN!
And even if you could say her blowing up the balloon turn the tide of battle. It still had nothing do with friendship and more to do with revenge. The whole film and it's rushed story don't help out ether in terms of what little character development we get of Lt. Sinclair.
Just within the framework they give us the best they could up with "She's this "femme fatale" but really they should been saying really, is "She was actually this "Generic Action Girl!" and that would been much more actuate.
Also unlike the other characters they NEVER have the lazy "campfire backstory" for her, just that the viewer is now SUPPOSED TO BE HATING this woman for her "greed" and for stealing that vague crystal thing and that she should be paying with her life because of that!.
Even for DISNEY that seems like a rather cruel way to end a character that the audience NEVER GET TO KNOW ABOUT!.
This is very wasted potential expectantly from DISNEY unless she was meant to show up later as a "surprise" for the cancelled TEAM ATLANTIS TV series. Like maybe she would be like the "Demona" for it and maybe that could explain her sudden disappearance within the film itself?.
And finally moving on to my story here, i felt that the ending scene at Whitmore's mansion was just REALLY UNFAIR toward the people who just DIED on this trip. And Milo of all people is supposed to be the one who gets rewarded for all this chaos?. Why is Whitmore happy that his pretty"assistant" is now trapped under the Atlantic Ocean?. Again it's a question that the film never wants you to ask because asking it WASN'T on the filmmakers's minds.
I felt i made Preston Whitmore here as someone whose devilishly handsome and younger, so that it would make it seem she had romantic feelings for him. I also decided to him a bit sinister but that's later on.
On to the Atlanteans themselves, i just felt the need for a complete revision on them. Since the usual "natives" i felt wouldn't really appealing enough to me for a story like this.
It was better to be thinking that the film would been interesting if they had gone with the idea of "mermaids" but ones that are completely different from say Ariel. Hence these beings are "hidden" as opposite to the film's vague "dying" race. And all female beings are shape changers.
Which isn't far from several actual mermaid myths in which they could easily go from legs to fins with ease. And could walk around on dry land with no one noticing except for maybe the otherworldly beautiful nature they possess.
Also another big change you could get from this story is the fact that the MER were "putting on a show" for the explorers/mercs. More clearly what there sub conscious mind was thinking of. All of them had there ow idea on what the Atlanteans would like look(beyond again just Milo). And these creatures proved just that. It's just that backfired and the Atlanteans feel like they were being made fools of.
Which is why i felt the need the drop the idea of King Milo here, in this story alone he is not given that name. He is simply "The Professor" simply because many of the Atlanteans wouldn't care. Also for the fact that they WHAT HIS HEAD!.
No matter what good actions he take, he was still one of these "vandals" of there culture. He shouldn't rewarded as such. They see him as being no better then Commander Rourke.
Also i dropped the idea of Kida being a "princess" here. She presented as such but i felt she prove a darker role within the story. The film never really resolved the fact that she never saw her father die and the combination of being possessed by the Heart.
She wouldn't happy about any of this and hence here at least, she ended the thing that was going with Milo. She is totally set in goal of having Atlantis never being invaded again by "outsiders". And she is on the path to revenge by any means possible.
Which would spell trouble for the actual Queen of Atlantis in this story, Syrena who went out of her way to save Helga.
I decided to just basically revision the mermaid from PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN:ON STRANGER TIDES. As opposite to the almost live action version of "Ariel", i just decided make her into a pirate herself. She is pretty much here given more of a superhero status of undersea ruler.
She is basically the demi goddess daughter to Neptune, the Lord of the Seas. I also feel like i don't make her Ms. Perfect ether. She has flaws and since this is an M-rated story, she doesn't mind getting into female same sex relationships,getting drunk or walking around nude(given her and her race's inhuman nature).
Another thing i changed from the movie was the Heart of Atlantis crystal since its so vague. I felt the need just to say "It's a gift to the mermaids from Neptune and also the fact that they stupidly began using it as a weapon and had to hide it" also they have themselves have no idea what it's actual function is and what it's really use for. And how much a danger to not just them but the entire world.
Helga i guess could have the closest to her characterization almost like the film. But i add the fact that no matter what Whitmore and the Ulysses crew said her friends and family they would still looking and searching for her.
Given the fact that she's "missing"also thought the lesbian lover waiting for her is Jane Porter since i felt that she would be rather awesome paring of the two. And even then i give Jane's characterization as being a bit like Lara Croft's. Again once she really enters the story here.
Which i guess is different from any other fics in which Sinclair just founds happiness in Atlantis and leaves it pretty much at that(and that's not a bad idea).
The difference here is that Helga has to earn the Atlantean's resecpt and that's more harder because of Kida. And also the fact that Helga is beginning to see dead crew members and the feeling of total guilt that goes with it
(Believe me it would have made MILO'S RETURN more interesting if the crew would be near basket cases).
The final thing to add is that the story alternates between Syrena and Helga. And the different feelings given what happens and it being an emotional roller coaster(so maybe an trigger warning as well) since the tensions between characters will increase including a lot of crying and yelling involved .
Please comment on what you thank so far with this story