Hello folks scryo117 coming to ya loud and proud from the middle of my- wait that's that other video game... Anyways this story is just to help me get over my case of writers block. But if you guys like what you see, it may turn into a series of stories (that means tell me what you like and if you want more!).

My name is Jack Lamb I am 18 years old. I stand at around 6'2 and have dark brown hair and Blue eyes. A strange combination I am told, but I am a strange person. My life has been strange since the moment I was born. As a child I had memories that didn't belong to me floating in my head. Among other things I would have vivid dreams of an underwater almost every night, when I got angry the veins on my left arm start to glow slightly blue. I told my mother about these things in the past but she always says "when the time is right you will understand son". That answer always infuriated me until the day I realized what she meant.

[Date October 1st 2001] [Location JFK International Airport.]

Damn terrorists I thought o myself as I boarded the plane to northern Iceland. I had spent 2 effing hours in what seemed like an endless line only to be pulled aside for "further investigation", which is the TSA's official sounding term for a pat down. The TSA officer frisking me was a woman who obviously enjoy "checking for explosives". As soon as I was seated I just tried to get some sleep it was only 9:30 pm but I was drained for some reason. Not soon after I started to drift off someone was prodding me awake.

"What is it now" I snapped with indignation, turning in my seat to see who dared wake me up. It was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had straight copper colored hair pulled into a ponytail, piercing green eyes and cream colored skin. She looked a bit hurt by my tone.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir but federal regulations state that you be aware that you are sitting next to an emergency exit. Furthermore you must be willing to assist in the event of an emergency." she paused for a second and asked "do you agree to these terms?"

"Yeah I guess..." I faltered and stuttered out "I-I'm really s-sorry for yelling at you Miss...?"

"Connelly, Allyn Connelly and it's alright, 5 minutes in an airport these days is enough to piss anyone off." she said.

As she walked away I couldn't help but note how well her breasts and ass filled out her flight attendant uniform. With her gone I settled my head back down and closed my eyes with one thought in my head as I drifted off to sleep "damn I hate coach".

[Date October 1st 2001] [433 Kilometers West of Reykjavik, Iceland]

I was dreaming of the underwater city again the dream was always the same me descending in a round submersible, then floating over the city, and finally ascending into some sort of docking bay. But before I reach the top everything goes black and out of the darkness comes a strangely familiar voice that says "No Gods or Kings Only Man." After that I always wake up, and wake up I did, to total chaos. People were screaming babies were crying as luggage was thrown about the cabin. Suddenly a loud explosion outside my window confirmed my fears. The engines had blown...the plane was going to crash into the icy waters of the North Atlantic. As I felt the plane start to plummet out of the sky I prayed for the lord to spare my life. Then I remembered the emergency exit, at this altitude I might still die from the impact but was sure better than drowning to death. I opened the emergency door and just as I was ready to jump something heavy but soft knocked me out of the plane. Fear overwhelmed me as the hungry waves of ocean rushed up to greet me. But right before I hit the water, an engine part fell from the sky and smashed into my right side. I was skipped across the surface of the water like a rock on a lake though I more closely resembled a ragdoll than a rock. Finally I came to a stop and being too weak to swim began sinking. I started to lose conciseness as the plane clearly hit something above the waterline, and exploded showering the water with debris. The ocean held me in its deadly vice as I finally passed out from lack of oxygen. My last thought was strangely that line from my dream "No Gods or Kings Only Man"...

Ok that's it I'm gonna make the in to a series I'm not sure how often I will update though. Oh well ill figure that out later. First one to review gets a cookie and the right to choose what kind of person Jack will for the first couple chapters (bad ass, coward, Ect). Remember your opinion matters allot here, this is your story tell me what you want next.