Resident Evil One-Shots

Song of the Sirens (Alhail)

Mikhail slowly lifted his small, fishing knife up from where he had it tucked away behind the belt hidden beneath his grey and stained shirt. His deep, brown eyes were staring intensely at the creature that was flopping around within his fishing net. He had just dragged the line in and gotten off his father's boat when he noticed that whatever it was, it was still alive. It was a large creature, very dark too. Due to the saturation of the water, as well as the kelp clumps and his fishing net wrapped tightly around it, he couldn't yet see what exactly it was.

He was about two feet away when it suddenly shrieked at him and flailed harder in the net. Mikhail had never heard that sound before, and as he stood watching it, his eyes widened as his heart pounded - his mind racing with a million possibilities as to what it was that was caught in his net. It was too cold for dolphins, however, that's who he pinned the sound on. Sharks didn't make that noise and it was around the size of a human, anyway.

Then he froze as he saw a webbed, grey hand clasp against the net. At the edges of its 'fingers' were tiny, yet sharp, sliver claws as the joints bent in on themselves, revealing the finger-like, small appendages as the creature continued to flail.

"Wescer," Mikhail breathed as his mind finally put the pieces together and explained to him what it was that he was seeing.

A Wescer was a Siren - most importantly, one who lived in much colder climates and were a dark grey or silver along their skin. They could shift into the form of a beautiful man or woman, they had lovely voices too. But a Wescer's true form was grey and scaly, millions of sharp, tiny teeth littered their mouths and as he stared at this one's hand, he felt obligated to keep his distance for now. They could survive above water, but he didn't know for how long.

As he stood staring at it, he noticed that its movements had become less frantic and more lethargic. He narrowed his eyes and lifted his head in a curious nature as he heard heavy gasping. The creature tangled in his net and was heaving for air - quite much like a literal fish out of water. But as he went to take another step closer to truly put his mind to ease, he froze as he heard a raspy and faint voice.

"Please," the Wescer gasped just audibly enough for the fisherman to hear. "Please don't.... Help me."

Mikhail stayed where he was as he craned his neck, the creature was communicating to him - in his native tongue, completely flawlessly. He had heard somewhere, as a boy, that they learned to speak the tongue of man after consuming at least one of them. So that gave him more reason to keep his distance, as well as his guard up; believing that maybe this one had killed one of his brothers out at sea.

He frowned as he craned his neck and strained to see which part exactly the voice was coming from before he widened his own blue eyes upon seeing such pale, white ones staring right back at him under the arm that was clenched tightly around the net.

Neither being made a move or dared to utter a sound as they stared at each other. Mikhail's nerves were on fire with fear, but he couldn't bring himself to look away as the white eyes suddenly developed colour into an unnatural shade of amber orange and feline pupils stared back at him. The creature's face was flat, almost with no nose save for a small bump with two slits on either side. Its lips were scarred and chaffed. A pair of sharp, white fangs could just be seen hidden under the upper lip. The more Mikhail stared at the creature, the more hideous it became. Its grey, gargoyle-like skin was burning an unpleasant image into his mind.

The Wescer must've noticed his fear because it groaned and soon collapsed back onto the rocks that it had been pulled over. There was blood leaking from the net - indicating that it may be injured. As the creature sighed a final time, it ceased to move and the only signs of life protruding from its body were the heavy and ragged breaths it took as its chest and stomach rose and fell. Once it was seemingly unconscious, Mikhail pulled up his knife and began to cut the net, separating the creature from the fine utility, and just as he was about done to cut the net cutting into the creature's gills and strangling its neck - it sprung back to life.