Connor jumped down the stairs of his front porch, gripping his camera tight in one hand and flashlight in the other. After a quiet dinner with his mother (his father was off in Panama with the army) and finishing up the chapter in his book, Connor decided it was about time for him to head out. The sun was low in the sky, so he still had enough light to see well. However, that would change in around forty-five minutes, hence the flashlight.
In Connor's opinion, the twilight really brought out a different side of the beach he had grown up on. It made it much more mysterious, much more...deep. Connor made these nightly visits to the beach nearly every other night, sometimes taking photographs, sometimes sitting and thinking, sometimes writing poetry in the sand with a stick.
Connor rounded the corner and crossed the street to reach the shore, the soft white sand crunching under his black Converse. He had spotted a neat outcropping of rock a few days prior, and wanted to check it out. Despite these frequent excursions, he had never gone into that area of the beach before.
Connor ran across the sand to the rock formation, carefully making his way around to find a secluded section of beach.
"Whoa," he breathed out. The way the setting golden sun hit the alcove was stunning; the dark rocks glittered with seawater, glinting with promises. The waves lapped gently at the shore and Connor spotted several seashells poking up out of the sand. Between the edge of the cliffside that flanked the ocean and the ocean itself was a section of beach that was completely disconnected from the outside world.
Connor sat on a rock jutting out of the base of the cliff, balancing his camera on his knee as he adjusted some of the settings. From where he sat, he could see a few large rocks poking up out of the waves, and he briefly wondered if he could convince Tyler to do a shoot here, maybe reenact that scene from the trailer of that new Disney movie about mermaids that's slated to be released later that year.
Connor raised his camera up to his face, adjusting the focus to zoom in on a rock moderately far from shore to show to Tyler. He bit his lip in concentration and decided to wait for the clouds to get out of the way of the setting sun, for just the right moment--
Suddenly, through the zoom of the camera, Connor saw a large, dark shape move on top of the rock. Connor gasped and his finger slipped as the shape turned toward him.
CLICK!
The sound of the shutter closing and the picture printing was louder than usual, or maybe that was just because Connor was trying to be as quiet as possible. However, at the sound of the picture being printed, the shape immediately turned towards him and hissed. The very sound made Connor's spine shiver with unease. As soon as it appeared, it vanished with only a small splash into the water.
Connor gulped as he examined the photograph. He trained his shaking flashlight on it, tracing the lines of the figure. He can't make out what it is, though, not in the dying evening light. Connor shook it around so the ink would dry and started off at a dead sprint for his house.
When he got home, he kissed his mother on the cheek and dashed up the stairs. He fumbled around his lamp to turn it on and held the photo underneath it, examining it closely.
The lighting wasn't too bad, but the focus was blurry from the creature's movement. It was a dark shape, but since it was silhouetted on the light blue water, it wasn't too hard to tell the basic shape. Connor caught the shape of what looked to be an arm, flung up to cover the creature's face. It was trying to turn away, it seemed.
Connor would have thought that it was just an illusion, a trick of the shadows. It could have been a seal, or a dolphin, or even another human.
That is, he would have thought that. If he didn't see the brightly, almost unnaturally glowing electric blue eyes and a head of soft-looking bronze curls, illuminated by the setting sun.
Connor didn't know what he was looking at.
Fortunately, he knew where to find someone who might.
•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^•^
I think these chapters will start being shorter like this instead of overwhelming you like the first one ^_^
What did you think about this chapter? What did Connor capture on camera? How do you think he'll react? Comment below, please!!
Hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you next time!
YOU ARE READING
Waves {Tronnor AU}
Fanfiction[Abandoned] The year is 1989. Connor Franta is stuck in a dead-end job on the edge of a pier in a small town in North Carolina. Connor thinks this summer will be like every one he's had in the past. However, that changes when he captures a glimpse o...
