Gruesome Fire

We Should Have Known Better

A/N: Hello, welcome to my story! I hope you like this first chapter, I will update very soon. -rautalintu

Chris POV
I stepped out of the changing cabins, clad in my dark red, sporty two piece bikini, and looked around. I spotted my friend Natalie, called Nala, getting hit on by some average looking guys.
She looked embarrassed and was stroking her arm, looking down. I groaned, rolled my eyes and ran towards her, raising my voice:
"Hey Nala, bitch, let's go!" I grabbed her by the arm, and she whispered a
"Thank god Chris, I thought you would never save me." while I was dragging her away from the boys who we're slightly disappointed but still didn't get the message. I led her to our towels, and noticed Jenna was sitting there too.
She was wearing her long black hair down, and her bondage style strapped monokini with a pentacle just suited her personality so well, I barked a laugh and let go of Nala.
"Witch! You look fine as hell, if you catch my meaning!" I said, beaming, and sat down on my towel with orange and red hibiscus.
Nala smiled and sat down on her towel with a sea turtle at a coral reef, and Jenna was sitting on her grey towel under the parasol. She was keen on staying pale like a ghoul. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the boys from earlier approach, but with a third friend, a shy looking cutie.
I glared at them still and turned around, ignoring them.
"Hey girls!" One of the guys said, he seemed like the social one.
"Fuck off" said Jenna, putting her large black felt hat on, and setting herself into her towel. The guy scowled at her, but continued.
"We would like to know if any of you wanted to join a game of beach volleyball?" He said, smirking towards Nala, also looking sideways towards me.
Nala nodded, and I smirked and bragged a little. "I've played in the nationals, are you sure you want to compete with me?" I got up, acting aloof and stretching already, readying myself for a game.
The two social guys we're smiling at their success, but they didn't know better.
I was so competitive, I was going to play it like never before.
I looked sideways towards Jenna, who flicked her hand, ushering us to leave. She muttered something along the lines of "I want to look ridiculously dead instead of feeling like it." And I smiled.
"Two against three? That's not fair, I need another bad player to slow me down so you actually have a chance of not getting your asses kicked!" I roared, laughing mischievously, but when the guys took me seriously, I wiped my eyes and said "Just kidding, but I would still take a player into our team.", smiling softly. The guys nodded, and sent the shy guy to fetch a friend.
I leaned against Nala, chatting casually, trying to have the boys in a distance. "Chris, you look quite good in that bikini. It's sporty, just like you!" Said Nala, tugging at my shoulder strap. On the left side, it had three white stripes, a look typical to the store I bought it from. I smiled and looked at her turquoise blue bikini, and poked her breast. "Well you look hot as always. How do you haul those double D's around? Is that the new bikini you bought this spring?" I asked casually, looking sideways to the boys who probably overheard us and we're getting excited (perverts).
Nala laughed and tugged at her bikini pants, trailing her hands at her sides.
"For once it makes me look good and not like a beached whale, which is a whale in a sorry, bloated state. Actually they explode after a while." She added, mentioning her favourite subject: whales and the sea. I frowned at the idea of a suffering animal, but gladly accepted the humor.
Truly, being a whale was not an insult to our Nala here, curvy as she was, but the beached part added quite a gruesome twist when you thought about it.
The boys looked perplexed about our conversation. Finally the cute guy walked back with a willowy looking guy, tall as heck and pretty skinny, and we started the match.
Me and Nala did quite the teamwork, and the cutie had ended up on our team.
We were doing a good job of beating the opponents.
Nala POV
Hours later we were enjoying the sunset, beach guards long gone for the night, and we had a few beers with the girls. I knew I should have told Chris not to, but she went into the water, and after some reassuring, we went in with Jenna too.
We were barely standing, up to our chest in water and it was dark enough to not see the bottom. Suddenly, a strong current pulled us in, like a whirl we went into the huge wave, and it crashed down onto us, with a beautiful tunnel forming in the water.
We spun underwater, pushed down to the sand by the huge force.
I struggled, trying to keep my air in, but I felt a kick in my back and I let out the air from the shock.
I struggled to see, but I saw Jenna on top of me, panicking, and another wave crashed, so I didn't have the time to come back up to the surface before the huge Whirlpool pushed me back to the bottom, spinning me so that I lost all sense on gravity and direction.
Slowly, I felt myself struggling for oxygen, my chest hurting with the lack of air.
I felt myself slowly go numb, and sank to the bottom.