:&:Ah! I Have Legs:&:
Peyton finds out that it's not easy to walk into Tree Hill, especially since it's literally her first time. But, along with Brooke and Haley, she's got a mission that will pull the whole sleepy town along for an unbelievable ride…
:&:Chapter One:&:
Light danced off the blue waters, stretching for the white, sandy bottom of the sea. It bounced off the golds and purples and greens that darted peacefully around the waters. The coral took pains to dance with it, flashing their brilliant colors as well.
A shadow suddenly loomed over the picturesque images, sending the fishes into a collective flurry. The black figure nodded its head, blue eyes hiding behind a pair of goggles bright. Bubbles flew quickly from the tube connected to its mouth. They trailed through the water behind it for a few more moments until the marine life felt comfortable enough with it. The figure nodded once more before shooting to the surface, not feeling the strong gaze of the sea following him.
The diver came up by a white, unkept fishing boat. He pulled the goggles off his face and let out an excited whoop. Then he dashed across the waves to the boat.
A man in a threadbare maroon shirt and worn out khaki shorts closed the lid on a plastic bottle of pink liquid. Two identical bottles sat beside it, fizzing up throw long, tubes.
"Keller!" his deep baritone called out.
The diver climbed over the side of the boat, "That's one fucking good lot!" He began taking off his equipment, "We should – what the hell are you doing Dan!"
Dripping wet, the young man came over to the scruffy-looking fisherman. Dan rubbed his five o'clock shadow and asked innocently, "What do you mean Chris?"
"My guy said you only needed one to take out the fishes," Chris ran his fingers through the wet hair so it stood straight up, "Three seems a little extreme, even for you Scott."
"You worry too much Keller," Dan picked up the first bottle with a smirk.
"Whatever man," Chris shook his head and watched the bottle sail through the air and into the water, "It's your boat."
The next two followed quickly, arching through the clear sky and twirling a few times before landing with satisfying splashes. They quickly sank to the sandy bottom of the ocean. The sea saw this but did not react for the calamity was quicker than anything they had seen. A peaceful heartbeat was allowed before the whole ground exploded.
Up above, Dan Scott and Chris Keller watched the water burst like a geyser. Fish flopped onto the boat, some missing heads, others tails and a few completely chopped. Chris' face broadened with a laugh and he turned to Dan, who hadn't stopped smirking.
"Now this is fishing," Dan commented as the fish rained down upon them.
Chris nodded with agreement watched the sight die down. Now came his job – to collect all the fish floating around before any sort of guards or other fisherman came over. He took the blue waters tainted with dead fish in for one last moment before turning to get the nets. The hair on his neck suddenly prickled and it was not from the sea breeze – he had long ago grown accustomed to that. Slowly, Chris lifted his head back up.
And he almost had a heart attack.
"Dan!" he yelled, "Did you see that!"
The fisherman joined him in a quick moment, slightly annoyed at his assistant, "See what?"
"Look!" Chris pointed out to the sea, his bright blue eyes wide. Dan followed the gesture in time to catch a very large blue tail disappear into the waters.
"What the hell is that?" Chris asked under his breath.
"I don't know," Dan brushed past him and loosened a shotgun from under its hiding spot, "And I'm not about to find out."
Chris gulped, "You're not gonna, use that….are you?"
Dan grunted as he loaded it, "What else should I use it for? Stick it up your ass?"
The pale boy shuddered and quickly looked away.
"There it is again! Oh shit, it's closer man!"
Dan scurried over to the edge of the boat as something large sidled up along side them. He pulled the gun back to his ear and shot into the water. A few of the bullets bounced off the waves but most of them went under. He could only hope they hit the creature. Speaking of which, where the hell was it? The light seemed to be playing tricks on him – what ever he had seen in the waves had vanished.
A sudden jolt answered his question, sending him tumbling back. He could hear Chris cursing faintly in the background. Good, he hoped the bastard hit his head hard. Very hard.
Under the boat, slender arms gripped a three-pronged weapon…the legendary Trident. The hands shoved it into the belly of the boat and dragged the metal through it, effectively ripping it. The limbs pulled the Trident back and attacked the boat once more.
Dan quickly regained his balance and began shooting once more. The boat lurched again and he reached for the railing. It slipped from his fingers and he was hurtled into the dark waters in one terrifying moment. He felt his body go icy cold but as quick as the sensation came, it was gone. Chris was there instantaneously, pulling him back up.
The fisherman grabbed the gun once more and made his slippery way over to the other side of the boat, where he saw the tail flash once more. This time it stayed for a second longer, almost waving to him. He raised the gun and fired, but the tail had disappeared long before he could do so.
There was a sudden motion near the waters and Dan quickly aimed the gun at it. He jerked back and forth, trying to follow the non-existent enemy. After a few minutes of waiting, he drew away from the edge of the boat and turned to Chris.
"What the hell was that?" Chris demanded.
"I don't know," Dan answered truthfully. The exhausted and worried face suddenly transformed and he sneered at Chris, "But I do know we have a job to do. Get back to work!."