If you haven't been reading a lot of old mythology books, allow me to inform you about the mysterious Kraken.

The Kraken is a monstrous octopus who enjoys demolishing large vessels with its powerful tentacles.

Hundreds of men perished under volumes of saltwater. Gold coins, spicy whiskey, and invaluable jewelry float across the murky ripples as ancient treasure chests explode into broken slabs of wood. 

But what makes this story confusing is that the Kraken existed in the 19th century.

How did a Scandinavian monster end up on a deserted beach in California?

As much as I want to answer that bewildered question, let's see if the children can decipher it on their own.

Uncoiling her bullwhip, Brooke managed to amputate three of its regenerated tentacles.

Her weapon managed to slice the black meat like a knife cutting through a soft chunk of butter. 

Storm clouds screeched in her eardrums as Brooke—along with her companions and devoted beau—attempts to strike the monster down.

Sadly for the children, the disgruntled sea beast lifts one of its tentacles and strikes Brooke across the floor.

"BROOKE!" a horrified Caleb rushed towards his fallen girl.

Gripping his enormous revolver, Caleb awkwardly abandons his empty magazine, slips his hand into his left pocket, and slaps on a fresh one.

His eyes focused on the terrifying beast, but the thought of losing Brooke drove Caleb insane.

While the Kraken is distracted, he rushed over to Brooke's aid to see if she has a pulse.  

"Brooke!" Caleb held her face in his hands.

She utters a groan, but the girl can barely get up.

Feeling triumphant, the Kraken stretched out its remaining tentacles at the unconscious girl when Johnny and Nessa sprang into action.

Two hands gripped the hilt of the katana as Johnny began chopping the blood-sucking tentacles with ease. Intense winds made small holes in Johnny's black biker jacket.

His dark gray T-shirt fluttered in the breeze while his ripped jeans and boots were coated in sticky grains of sand.

Nessa, on the other hand, fired her deadly arrows at the sea creature, but it deflects them with its strong tentacles. 

As soon as she ran out of arrows, Nessa whips out her 38 mm pistol.

"Caleb, we have to take this thing down!" she yells. "I get Brooke is your ride or die, but she can handle herself."

Tentacles flew in his direction, but they were unmatched by Johnny's phenomenal speed. In fact, he could move from various locations so hastily no one can track him.

Despite wearing jackets, Caleb, Johnny, and Nessa quivered in the saturated atmosphere; but they never lost focus.

Boisterous gunshots and massive thunder deafened the children's ears. The Kraken yelled unintelligible screams as its eyes and some of its tentacles were incapacitated.

But when the monster's tentacles begin to grow back, Johnny clenched his teeth in anger.

"Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me!" he growled.

Standing close to Caleb was Brooke is regaining her consciousness. She rummaged the floor to find her bullwhip buried in the sand and picked it up.

Looking down at herself, Brooke utters a dissatisfied groan.

Her clean hair is drenched in rainwater, her lips were cracked, and when Brooke tries to dust herself off, the wet sand clung onto her rain jacket and sneakers. 

"Brooke, are you okay?" Her apprehensive boyfriend asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

She bobs her head, wiping the blood trickling down her injured forehead.

"Yeah, I am fine," Brooke grunted. 

Shooting two bullets at the Kraken's suction cups, Nessa casts Brooke a wary look.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she implored.

Brooke uncoils her whip once more, scowling at the monster charging towards them. What Caleb admired about Brooke is her courage, bravery, and compassion.

But like her disgruntled friends, Brooke King craved nothing but revenge.

She wanted to help her friends bring down the fearsome monster and return to the house unscathed.

However, Brooke, Nessa, and Johnny were disastrous swimmers; as for Caleb, he couldn't fire his gun without getting swept up in the creature's tentacles. 

Coming up with a plan was difficult as Brooke struck the massive beast with her deadly whip.

"Fuck!" she growled, watching the stubborn Kraken recover its injuries. "How are we supposed to kill this thing?"

Johnny opened his mouth to speak when the Kraken started to behave erratically. 

For instance, when the Kraken struggled to move two of its remaining tentacles, this strange sensation felt as though someone is stabbing its heart.

The Kraken shook like a fragile wind caught in a hurricane. 

It snarls, shrieks, and flails its expansive tentacles towards the children.

Fortunately, due to its poor eyesight, the Kraken moved backward until it crashed into an area of knife-like rocks. 

Jagged boulders crushed the monster's head, tentacles, and flesh until the malicious water engulfed the massive corpse.

"Whoa," a startled Nessa murmured. 

She cautiously approaches the water when her annoyed brother tugs Nessa by the back of her gray T-shirt.  

"What?" Nessa scowls. "I just want to see if the Kraken is dead!"

Johnny scoffed in reply. "Most girls don't like looking at a dead sea monster, Nessa."

An irritated Nessa flashes her middle finger at her brother.

"I think we destroyed the Kraken," Caleb remarked.

He reholsters his firearm, then pushes his wet dreadlocks away from his eyes.

"You think so?" Brooke asks in an unsure tone.

Nessa nods with a confident gleam in her eye.

"I think we did, Caleb," she squealed, holding his hands. "And you know what that means?" 

"We came, we saw, and we KICKED some ass!"

"Hell YEAH, we did!" 

Brooke laughed at the childish glee on her boyfriend's face. She loved seeing Caleb and Nessa bond like happy siblings.

Their friendship made her heart feel warm inside.

Meanwhile, a tired Johnny slides his katana back into its sheath. His hair is caked in sand and dried octopus blood. 

Dark purple bruises appeared on his legs and arms as Johnny congratulated everyone for their teamwork. 

"Thanks," Nessa smirked, tucking her bow inside her quiver. "How about we celebrate with a hot shower and a good night's sleep?"

*  *  * *
Grains of sand, lubricant pores, and dried octopus blood liberated from their bodies as the children scrubbed themselves in the shower.

Thanks to Brooke's healing lotion, the injuries on the children's bodies fade away.  

After drying their hair, the children changed into their fresh clothes, wished each other good night, and crawled into their beds.

"What a crazy night," Caleb commented.

"I know." agreed Brooke as she finished tying up her hair.

Fresh pimples emerged from her skin, reminding Brooke that she needs to take her acne cream.

But since it's past three a.m., all she wanted to do is curl up in bed with her sweet boyfriend Caleb.

Smoothing her white tank top and silky gray shorts, Brooke joined Caleb under the covers. 

She tries to rest, but Brooke couldn't take her mind off the Kraken.

"Are you okay?" asked Caleb. 

He puts his arms around her waist, making Brooke feel relaxed. 

"I am fine," she replied. "What about you?"

Caleb opens his mouth to speak when the image of Brooke's bleeding forehead appeared in his thoughts.  

Frowning, Brooke turns her head to Caleb's direction. 

"What's wrong?" she asked in a worried tone. 

"Nothing, I. .thought you were dead."

Brooke gazes at him in sheer wonder.

"What?" 

"I am so sorry about your forehead," he went on. "The moment we started dating, I made a promise to keep you, Johnny, and Nessa safe from harm."

"But when I think about that scar—"

A stern Brooke placed her finger on his lips.

"Listen to me, Caleb," she whispered. "I will never stop loving you, but Johnny and Nessa would fight to the death for you."

He stares at her in awe.

"Someday, I might die in some horrifying accident," Brooke continued. "And you will never forgive yourself."

"But even though Death is unpredictable, I don't want you to forget the memories we shared. Okay?" 

Caleb nods.

"Good." Brooke lowers her finger and kisses him on the nose.

After their consoling embrace, Caleb flung the satin covers over their bodies while Brooke turns off the dresser lamp close to her side. 

As the children slept soundly in their lovely beds, the storm begins to cease while the nasty waves shrank into gentle ripples.

Seagulls glide across the salty air in search of cold fish and insects. They whisked through large gray clouds that drift past the full moon, feeling the cold air on their wings. 

Sporting a white tank top and silky gray shorts, a tired Brooke King wandered on the wooden pier. 

Long, brown hair paraded on her exposed shoulders as the girl studies the dense fog hovering over the blistering water. 

"Where am I?" she thought. 

Brooke tries to recollect her memories, but her mind was wiped clean. 

That's strange—even for a young Seer like King. 

Just then, Brooke caught sight of something bubbling in the cold water. Rough splinters pricked her bare feet as she moves towards the edge of the pier.

Her skin is as frigid as ice; she tries to find warm shelter when something caught her eye. 

The water didn't show her reflection, but a little girl's. Blonde hair sat on her pale white shoulders; curious blue eyes observe Brooke as she peers at the glass-like surface. 

At first, the girl seemed innocent. But when Brooke inspects the water, a large monster bites her by the neck and pulled her into the cold sea.

"AAH!" screamed Brooke. 

She jumped up from the covers, mortified by her nightmare. 

Brooke searched around to find herself in bed, comforted by Caleb. 

"What's wrong, Brooke?" he whispered. "Are you okay?"

"I had a bad vision," she explained.

"Really?" Caleb whimpers. "What is it about?"

Brooke rests her hand on his right cheek. 

"I'll tell you and the others about it in the morning," she responds. 

"You sure?"

"Yes," she promised. "Now, can you put your arms around my waist?"

Caleb smirks as he moves close to her side of the bed and snuggles next to Brooke.  

"Better?" he mumbled.

"Yeah." Brooke giggled."Anyway, I am sorry for waking you up." 

"It's all good. And besides, you helped me get out of that scary clown nightmare."

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Babe, I told you not to watch IT." 

"Johnny dared me, Brooke!"

"That's no excuse!" she scowled. "No more horror movies, Caleb!" 

"Okay," he answers glumly. "Well, good night Brooke."

"Good night, Caleb."

*   *   *   *
On the next morning, Johnny was in his room practicing his fluid sword techniques. 

He adorns a black tank top, black baggy pants, and no shoes. Clenched in his hands is a well-crafted black katana given to him by the siblings' godfather. 

He sliced the sword in the air and stabbed his imaginary opponent until Brooke entered her room. 

"Good morning, Karate Kid." she greeted. 

Johnny smiled as he slides the blade into its long, black sheath and approached his friends.

"Everything okay?" he asks, throwing a towel around his neck.

Brooke did a nod, "Yeah, did you sleep well?" 

"I couldn't sleep over the sound of Caleb snoring like a bear." 

"I HEARD THAT!" a voice cries out from the other room. 

"Well, it's true, man." Johnny retorts. "You snore like an angry bear."

Footsteps pounded on the floorboards as a flustered Caleb appeared in front of the doorway.

He wears a red tank top and black boxers-not the kind of outfit you would normally see in public.

"For your information, I snore like a bunny," Caleb scowled. 

Johnny and Brooke exchange a laugh.

"Careful, Johnny," she warned in a humorous tone. "Caleb can get pretty sensitive when it comes to his snoring."

"I know." agreed Johnny, laughing at Caleb's annoyed stare. "You should hear him sing New Kids On the Block in the shower."

A surprised Brooke stares at Caleb, who rolls his eyes. 

"Whatever," he scoffs. "So, what should we eat for breakfast? I am starving."

Brooke shrugs her shoulders, then looks around for Nessa. "Hey, Johnny, where is your sister?"

"She's taking a swim in the ocean," Johnny answered, jerking his thumb at the window.

The clear glass showed Nessa in her black one-piece bathing suit, splashing in the water.

Waves soaked her hair; the sun glistened Nessa's light brown skin, glowing like a newborn angel in the sky. 

"Oh, I see," Brooke observed Nessa chasing a wild seagull. "Maybe we can join her after breakfast. Won't that be fun, Caleb?"

Her boyfriend wrinkles his nose.

"I don't know, babe," he says in an unsure tone. What about that vision from last night?" 

Johnny bulged his eyes in horror. 

"Vision?" he repeated. "What does Caleb mean by that?"

Brooke cuts her eyes at Caleb, whose face reddens in remorse. 

"Why don't you cook some eggs, Caleb?" she suggests coldly. "I'll join you later."

"Good idea." Caleb laughed sheepishly. 

After he kissed Brooke on the cheek, Caleb evacuates Johnny's bedroom, then stumbles down the wooden steps. 

Meanwhile, Brooke wanders across the room, studying the light gray walls.

She notices a small, white bed standing in the right-hand corner.

Childhood photos stood on top of brown dresser drawers, but there were no signs of desks or chairs in the room. 

Opening the closet doors, Brooke noticed Johnny's dark clothes dangling on the clothes hangers.

"I like what you did with the place," she remarked, picking up Johnny's katana.

The warm hilt was black as charcoal, but the blade sparkled like ivory. 

Johnny nods but kindly takes the blade from her hands. 

"Thanks," he replied awkwardly. "So anyway, what did you see last night?" 

Brooke's smile vanished. "Nothing."

Unconvinced, Johnny reclines on the edge of the bed, studying the ghastly color on her face. 

"Look, I can handle the bad news, okay?" he sighed. "Just tell me what you saw."

A reluctant Brooke King sighs, then join her companion on the bed. 

"Last night, I had this strange dream about—"

She was interrupted by a vision of two adults looming towards the beach house. 

Although their faces were shrouded in the dark, Brooke instantly recognized their voices. 

"Oh shit." she gasped. "They're here."

Johnny casts her an odd glance. "What are you talking about? Who's here—"

"Your parents." 

Her ex-boyfriend was puzzled; at first, Johnny thought that Brooke is trying to change the subject.

But when he heeds attention to the doorbell ringing outside, Johnny realized that Brooke was telling the truth. 

"Oh shit," he groaned. "Why are my parents here? Did something happen?" 

"Only one way to find out," said Brooke. 

Together, the worried teenagers abandon their seats off of the mattress, head out the door, and scampered down the stairs.