" I am the sea, and nobody owns me. "
Born with a gift that's seen as a curse, a young woman must try to regain some kind of normalcy in a world that sees her as a monster.
Suicide Squad | Sunny Scribbles 2023
Bloodsport| Robert DuBois| Mature Rating
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Thank you for reading! I was editing super early the other day and may have published this story half done while sleeping, lol so please go back through if you read it a day or two ago.
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Amila awoke to the weightless feeling of water surrounding her. The shimmering light from the water's surface was just above her arms reach, she remained still-unwavering even, as the smooth current hugged her body. Amila's arms were outstretched above her, and the feeling of the salty ocean and the weight of the water put her at extreme ease. Sharp rays of sunlight refracting in the waves of the water, glittering along her neck and face, causing her green eyes to appear nearly luminescent. Amila's body slowly sank beneath the weight of the current, as the seafoam light began to dissolve, the reality of the ocean surrounding her, she felt the weight of the water press more firmly against her.
A surreal feeling crept up her spine and into her throat, the sick sour taste of fear lingering in her mouth as she realized she didn't have any control over her body. Sinking deeper, the mellow glow of the ocean faded above her, as she was pulled further into the sinking abyss. Amila's body finally gaining the strength to move she frantically swam about, bubbles and air escaping her mouth as she tried frantically to pull away from whatever force was causing her to plunge.
None of it mattered, her body continued to sink into darkness. Her underwater abilities suddenly failing her, her eyes not allowing her to see the ocean floor or move freely, she began to feel like an animal for the slaughter, waiting for someone or thing to pick her off. Her arms and legs still flailing, she struggled to breathe as water began to fill her lungs. With the sudden pull of a tentacle wrapping around one of her legs, Amila was immediately yanked down, her body disappearing into the vastness of the void.
