The little miss perfect changed her attitude within a second and looked at you with a petrified face. Well, you thought she was looking at you.

When you turned around and saw the skeleton began to twitch as if it was coming alive and stretching for the first time. It slowly, and painfully turned it's head to face the girl. Once it had direct eye contact, the bones were set aflame! Some of the magma was dripping off it's bones, it jumped off the pedestal and in front of you protectively. It has a deep low growl, enought to shake the mountains themselves. Oddly enough, you weren't scared, you felt powerful.

Soon enough all the creatures came alive and stood either beside you or behind you, you in the center of all of them, that is when your iris changed colour to a blood red and your sclera a soulless black.

~25 years later~

It has been 25 years, you have taught yourself how to use you Atlantean powers. You didn't know you were Atlantean, you thought this was just one of those one in a million mishaps.

One sky blue morning, you went out swimming to clear your mind of your worries. The ocean always had a way of calming you down, even in the darkest of times. Turning around a massive, algae covered stone you saw a giant war submarine in the distance. You where about to go closer, but you saw a small figure swimming around the metal giant. You floated in the same spot, hiding slightly behind the stone while watching from afar. The small figure swam underneath the submarine, lifting it up with tremendous speed to the surface. Interest filled your being, you had to investigate. 

Swimming upside the submarine, you jumped onto the metal beast. You hid behind the coning tower, peeking around the corner. You were shocked to see that the small figure was another human, a male at that. 'Damn, he is a whole snack huh?'  you mumbled internally to yourself. The man had long brown hair that faded into a blond colour, the tattoos that lined his muscles really gave them a sense of depth. 'What is he doing here?' you thought while following him into the sub, while staying out of sight. 

"Permission to come aboard?" A smug look on his face, while he glared daggers at the people in black standing in front of him. Within seconds, fist were flying and guns where firing. The stranger with the tattoos made his way down the sub, fighting of each enemy until his finally reached the end, saving the people you assumed to be the crew members. 'So, he's the good guy huh?' 

Quickly you made your way back to the top of the sub, going back to the coning tower. You grabbed a bottle of Hunters Dry from the pocket of your cargo pants, chugging the bottle of beer down, leaving a rough but delightful taste in your mouth. 'Some good shit!' nodding while looking at the label printed on the bottle. 

Clanking of old metal made you look in the direction of the hatch. It opened up revealing the muscular man with the tattoos climbing out, within seconds, he was gone to the ocean. You were about to follow suit, but you heard a blood curdling scream coming from the inside of the submarine. All the crew members where already out, so you wondered who was left. Placing the bottle of beer down, where you stood, you walked over to the hatch lazily, and maybe a little dizzy. 

You jumped down the hatch, looking around the metal sealed place wondering what was going one. Then you saw two people on the floor, one looking terribly injured while the other looked to be mourning. You easily realised that the man who was injured was trapped under some type of missile, too heavy to pick up for a normal person.

"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU DAD!" The mournful one yelled, grabbing onto the face of the other. 

Vengeance in his eyes he spat, "Go, live so you can kill that bas-" stopping his sentence when he made eye contact with you, he tapped his son's shoulder before pointing at you. 

"Y'all need any help?" you questioned, yawing. 

"A-are you with him?" The younger one asked, 'Am I? I mean, I just followed him here... am I considered a stalker?'

After thinking about it for a minute you replied with, "No, I'm not with him." You started to feel the bottom brim of your cargo pants getting wet, causing you to look down, you noticed that water was flooding in. "If you don't need any help, I'll just-" 

"NO!" The son yelled, "P-please, help him!" tears where rolling down his face, while he maintained eye contact with you. 

With a sigh you walked towards them, not breaking eye contact. "Alright, but you owe me." getting a grip on the fin, you lifted up the missile with ease, throwing it aside. 

"T-Thank you." The father said, loss of breath. 

"Yeah, don't mention it." You replied, swinging his arm over your shoulder. "Hey! You!" You called to the son, "Go to the top, I'll throw him to you." As quickly as he could he climbed to the top of the ladder, awaiting your next command. By now, the water was reaching the middle of your shirt, you were finding it hard to keep your feet on the floor. 

The son poked his head from the top of the hatch, "Alright! Throw him!" As carefully as you could, you threw him up and thankfully the son caught him. Once they moved out of the way, you jumped up, through the hole of the hatch and landed on the top of the submarine again. "Thank you." 

"You can stop thanking me, just remember-" You put your finger on his chest, poking him while keeping eye contact, "You. Owe. Me."

With that as your final words, you grabbed your beer bottle and walked to the edge of the sub. Giving the duo one more glance before diving into the water, and swimming home. 

Emerging from the beach of your town, you quickly make your way to you house, ready for a nice warm bath and game night with your mother. On your way home, you threw away the glass bottle feeling good about yourself. You unlocked the house's door while stretching out your neck, "MUM! I'M HOME!" Your calls echoed through the house. With no response. "Mom?" You started getting worried, running around the house, searching everywhere before you found a note on the fridge. 

Hey honey! I'll be in New York for a couple of weeks, sorry I won't be there for game night...

- Sorry for the late notice, 

mum

With a sigh you put the note down before placing your hands on your hips, "Well! I know where I'm going!"