THIRTEEEN YEARS LATER
It was my eighteenth birthday- May 18. My friends and I were having a huge celebration onmy favorite place in the whole world: Montauk Beach. Who wouldn't be happy to get out of a house where you were hated? I had been living with my uncle for the past three years, after my parents were killed in a plane crash when I was five. My uncle never loved me. I was forced to drop out of high school in my senior year, though, when he got sick, and I had to take care of him. I was so happy to be out of there. I didn't have to take care of him anymore, I could go back to high school. Everything was perfect.
My friends and I were dancing happily in celebration of my release. It truly was like I had been let out of a prison.
One of my best friends, Vanessa, squealed at me, jumping up and down excitedly.
Weird. I thought. She never gets this excited about anything but guys. Maybe it was a phase...?
"Ommigod! Ommigod! OMMIGOD! SALLY SALLY SALLY LOOK OVER THERE!" She pointed franticly toward the water. There was a man walking along the shore.
I stand corrected. I thought in amusement. Vannessa was like that. That's what she lived for. Squealing over some guy she doesn't know. Gave her some kind of thrill, I guess. Always confused me.
But I had to admit. He sure was hott. Notice the double T. And I'm very picky when it comes to guys, too. That's one of the reasons I've never had a boyfriend. One of the many.
You should've seen him. I swear, that guy was just trying to show off. All my single friends were going gaga over him. Not that I blamed them. This guy was genuinely hott. About six foot three, jet black hair, and somehow, I knew his eyes were blue. Blue like the colour of the sea. I guess it's because they sort of seemed to glow, which sounds weird, but they did. Don't even get me started on his abs. And those biceps. All I could think was, Yum. But then I noticed something. Something really, really weird. He looked like your average surfer guy, right?
Wrong.
Because this surfer guy wasn't carrying a surfboard, he was carrying a stick. I know what you're thinking.
"Sally, you're crazy. Freaking out just because some totally hott guy is carrying a stick. I mean, honestly." Yeah, well, it wasn't just any stick. It was a spear. A spear with three points. Realization hit me as I realized that he was, in fact, not carrying a three-pointed spear, he was carrying a trident. This guy was walking around with a trident, acting completely normal. I couldn't believe nobody else noticed. I don't know why I went up to the extremely hott but weird guy carrying a trident, but I did. I guess I just had to know why he was carrying such a weird thing.
I started walking over to him. and let me tell you, the closer you got, the hotter he got. He looked up at me in surprise as he heard me approaching.
I was right. I thought to myself. He does have eyes the colour the sea!
I looked down at the trident he was carrying. What was up with that thing, anyway? What normal human being carries a trident around the beach? Talk about weird.
I wanted to know why in the hell would he be carrying around a trident, so I asked him.
"Hey, what's up with the trident?" He, however, was still grinning like an idiot, staring at my boobs, like they all do (I was a D cup, so I got a lot of unwanted attention. Not that his attention was unwanted...).
Startled, his sea-coloured eyes jerked up to my own dull brown eyes.
"What? I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right."
"Well, you might have, if you hadn't busied yourself with breast-staring." I said, rolling my eyes at him.
He smirked, but it disappeared after a moment. "Seriously, though. What did you say?"
"I asked you why you're carrying around a trident. I mean, it's completely weird to be carrying around a trident on a beach." I explained.
He looked slightly shocked."Y-you can see it?"
"Well of course I can see it! I'm not blind, you know!" I replied, annoyed.
He starting mumbling to himself something about mist and it being impossible, blah blah blah.
"Look, I don't know anything about mist, and I don't know anything about whatever you think is impossible. I also don't know why the hell you're carrying around a trident, and I want to know. It's extremely unusual."
"Yeah, well, it's also extremely unusual for a human to be able to see through The Mist!" he shot back.
"Whoa, whoa whoa. Back up. A human? As in you're not human?"
"Follow me." He said, pulling me along to an unknown location.
"Looks like I don't have a choice." I mumbled to myself.
"No, you don't. You're not supposed to be able to see through The Mist. I can't just leave that unattended." He said, clearly frustrated.
"Oh, so I'm getting kidnapped? Great. Happy birthday, Sally." I mumbled again.
He stopped. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't just let someone who can see my trident go on about their business."
"And why the hell not?" I asked him.
"Because! Beautiful women have a tendency to go off and t-"
I cut him off, blushing slightly. No boy had ever called me beautiful before except my father, and that was a long time ago. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"Yeah. Very. But that's not the point. I can't just let you go out and tell people you saw a guy walking on the beach carrying a trident. They'll get way too suspicious." He explained.
"Suspicious? Of what? You're obviously hiding something, what is it? I'm gonna find out eventually, so you might as well tell me now before I do." I stated matter-of-factly.
He sighed. "I guess I should introduce myself. I already know your name. Sally, right?"
I nodded. "Jackson. Sally Jackson. Why I'm telling it to a completely insane trident-carrying-kidnapper, I'm not quite sure. But that's my name."
"Hey! I am completely sane, thank you very much! And I'm not a kidnapper! I'm just... borrowing you... for a bit..."
"Riiiiiiigt" I said skeptically. Oh, yeah. He so broke the crazy scale.
"No, really! I'll bring you back! It's not even that far!"
"Ok, ." I said with a grin.
"Oh, shut up. I have to explain everything to you in the morning, I guess." He sighed.
"In the morning?! Oh, hell no! NOT happening! No way am I staying anywhere with you alone! Nuh uh!" I squealed, freaking out.
"Oh, calm down. I won't try anything. Well, except this, but this doesn't count, 'cause it's for your own safety." He told me simply, and then hit a pressure point on my neck, and I started to pass out. The last thing I remember is him picking me up in his strong, abnormally tanned arms, and walking into the ocean, until we were completely underwater. And yet, I could still breathe.