What Water Summons - BellaEX, Sirens

Chapter 2 ~ Recruitment

Content Warning: Mentions of nudity, bodily harm, injury/body horror, gore, violence, and profanity.

It was dark, it was cold. Hard walls with jagged edges brushed against her. Cuimhne's eyes fluttered open, but her gaze was met with nothing. A state of panic - no light, no sight.

It was so dark she mistook it for blindness. Her limbs and tail then slammed against the edges of the cell, trying to break open her containment. The steel walls deflected, instead she knew all she'd gain was bruises upon her delicate skin.

In a fit of rage, the body of her tail slammed the left wall and the small air pocketed cage began to fill with water. A spray of cold, plastic tasting water went flying from the top corner into her face, earning a screech. Then her focus drifted to the small light streaming in.

Cuimhne bashed her frame upon the supposed door trying break it further. Finally the wall simply gave out, giving way to a bright scene that took her aback. Shielding her eyes until they regulated, she looked upon the new world.

A large tank with coral, surrounded by glass that lead into an observatory. It was disgraceful but she payed no attention since she was too busy analyzing the strange, faux surroundings.

She looked down towards the trench of the tank. A siren with flaming red hair and a black cloth waving weightlessly in the water over their chest. They had long brown claws and webs at their sides. A tail that was gradient from black to a pale cherry. Gold jewelry decorated their form.

Their jaw clenched and they let a surprisingly powerful blow to the glass with their tail, which was incredibly long and had three vermilion fins at the end, now that he'd raised it. The glass was bulletproof but at the time they were unaware. "Let me OUT! " Their voice as they shouted was loud and raspy, possibly from doing it for god knows how long.

"Would you quit!? If you don't, then I will snap your neck." A low shadow passed by underneath a colony of coral. The figure moved over to an anemone, and started poking at it. A large and rather buff siren, with cleanly cut arms, long dirty-blonde but nearly brunette hair and dark eyes was leaning over the edge of the reef prodding at random vegetation. He seemed so nonchalant and yet so threatening, Cuimhne felt qualm towards them both.

"Maybe we'd get out faster if you did anything! Bush Boy!" The scarlet scaled one spat. "Well, what you are doing is foolish!" He thundered in retort, the black fins on his under-arms protruding outwards dominantly, his baritone voice sending shock waves through the water. "And it's not 'Bush Boy' it is Myfelle. Call me by my proper title!" He roared earning nothing but an annoyed hiss.

"Who are you!?" a soft but frightened voice left an eerie echo behind the others' argument. The other two beings turned their head to see the female siren at their midst. "Better question, who are you?" The one who hissed responded in a tone laced with sarcasm that left Cuimhne baffled.

"She asked first," The tall male siren said, elbowing the other. "You mother fucking-" The other barely finished their comment before swimming off in a fit of rage while the darker siren stayed. "My name is Myfelle, I come from West Ireland. You are?" Only now could she gulp at the realization, there was a strange black ooze on his tongue and his jaw was bearing rows of sharp fangs. She also realized the lightest accent in his voice.

"C-Cuimhne... Vancouver Island, but I don't expect anyone to know where that is." She stammered, intimidated. She knows of other sirens but never has she been in the presence of her kind.

"You are correct, I do not know where that is. I must ask, did they capture you too?" It was such a forward question she hadn't in the least expected. "Yes they did."