Siren's Song

Part 7

Wanting- Starvation

Everything slowly came back into focus around me. I was lying down in a room filled with gold. I sat up slowly and Sam bounded over, wrapping me in a hug.

"By all the gods," he exhaled, "I thought I lost you just as I got you"

I sighed softly and allowed him to hug me. The only person who's been nice to me since we've been here. My family. He pulled me back by my shoulders, gently, but I still winced.

"Zeus wants to see you" he told me, his voice cracking. He knew something I didn't.

"Please stay with me" I pleaded. It felt like I had known him for longer than I did. It felt like he was my brother. His eyes softened and he nodded, wrapping his arm around mine, and leading me to the throne room. I had barely any balance on my feet. Stopping in front of the throne, Sam straightens his back, and I can instantly feel his aura change from my brother to the Warden of the jail.

"Siren!" Zeus called, smiling. He was too happy. What was going on? "You put on quite the show yesterday"

"Which means I should be allowed to leave" I muttered, tightening my grip on Sam's arm. There were two men in the corner of the room, one with purple skin and blue horns, and the other with red skin and black horns. What's happening?

"About that," Zeus smirked, "You fought so well yesterday, that the demons decided they wanted you for their Underground fighting arena!" He clapped his hands, and the demons in the corner started approaching. This time, Sam tightened his grip. "And since I have debts owed to them, I'm just gonna pay all my debts off by giving you to them!"

Sam's trident appeared, and I allowed him to step in front of me. I'm normally all for "girl power" but I was in no shape to fight them, and they were holding a power reducer collar in their hands.

"Move away little boy" one of the demons hissed

"Never." Sam hissed back, changing his stance to a fighting position.

Just as Sam was about to lunge for the demons, Zeus stood up, "You will stand down, Samuel, or you will be banished to the human world, stripped of your powers."

Sam gasped and I widened my eyes. Without our powers, we'll die. Sam will die. "Sam, stand down. I'll be okay" I whispered to him, letting go of his arm. He kept his hold on me, keeping himself in front of me, before I reached up and touched his face, manipulating his thoughts. He let go of me and walked over to Zeus, standing by the throne with his trident next to him. I almost cried. He will be so confused later when my power disappear from his brain. I walked towards the demons, and the purple one grabbed my arm aggressively, clamping on the heavy metal band around my neck, reducing my powers.

We drove for hours before the car came to a halt. They dragged me into a room where a blue skinned man sat with the materials needed to cut hair. I stumbled back, only to be pushed forward by the purple demon who had grabbed me earlier. I miss Sam. I miss Patrick. I miss my mom and Dad.

"Hello pretty girl," the blue man said, his voice sickly, "let's cut off that hair shall we?"

I was forced into the chair in front of him, and I instantly felt him start ripping out my hair. When he was done, I was ripped from the chair and thrown into a room with a black fighting outfit that consisted of a black sports bra and some black leggings. I scowled at it, and sat on the small bed in the corner of the room.

"First fight starts at midnight, Dragon" a demon yelled from outside my room.

Dragon? Is that my nickname? The night dragged on, and I changed into my fighting outfit. The first fight was brutal, I was cut up and almost knocked out, but I won. The second fight was just as bad. I was the person the people fought if they won 15 fights. If they won against me, they were set free and given money, if they didn't win, they died. More blood on my hands. Why isn't my father saving me? I started marking the days I was there on my walls. 1 week...2 weeks...3 weeks...1 month...1 month & 1 week. So much blood on my hands. I had also started picking at my walls, hoping to create a hole big enough to escape. 1 month & 2 weeks...1 month & 3 weeks. I was fed once a week, given water 4 times a week. I couldn't die or loose weight, because of my heritage, but I still felt the mental drain from it. 2 months. Haircut again. After a particularly brutal fight against an old assassin, I came back to my room to see a big enough hole for me to fit through in my wall. I pushed myself through it, careful of the pains and aches in my stomach and the cuts covering my body. I limped to the train that would take me back to London, using the stolen keycard I had to start it up. As I sat there on the train, all I could think was; where am I gonna go?