Crashed

Crashed 2

As if the house itself was against her it creaked at a light foot pressing down on a step, she cringed all while keeping her eyes trained to the piled man on the floor. A few more steps, a few more and she’d not have to blind her senses to his ridicules requests. Lightly stepping in between his body she swiftly moved to the door, palms began to sweat with the notice she was going to be leaving without his escorting.

His groggy voice spilled the wretched name he’d given her, it grinding off his tongue that even her neck couldn’t help but turn to see where the fowl sound emitted from.

    “Sera….help…me” A hand that so many times had struck her, now reached for her help. Blood boiled with even the image of touching him once more. He dare ask for her help when all she ever wanted was to be set free, free to do as she pleased and to be with her kin. No…he’d lay there for all she cared.

Sneering with an eerie hiss Sera or so she was called ripped open the door, her gumption was short lived when the sound of the alarm beeped for the code. A code only he new, her eyes lowered to the devilish grin that slowly formed over his wicked features. Sera shook her head with new knowledge he’d gotten her again, police involved would never believe her side of the story, and she’d once again need him to bail her out of a situation she knew nothing about.

With no choice left she fled, beautifully bare to the sense of where she was going Sera begged for her sense to become more alert after so little use. If she was correct she’d have only a few minutes to get as far away as possible, but that was all she really needed. The beach was close enough that in the dead of night you could just make out the crashing of waves. She swore on more then one occasion she could hear singing, tears once again stung her eyes.

Now with those metal cries from flashing lights barreled down on her, Sera hustled for all her strength could muster. A sharp turn down a board walk twisted her leg sharply causing a cry of pain to rip the night air, a high moon sparkled off the dunes with their swaying sea grass. Scared feet stuck with gravel rocks and the now painful splinters of the old board walk touched down on soft sun blessed sand.

She could see it.

So beautiful the ocean was, with its darkening waters to hid in and the cattails that crashed along side the many rocky points. Fragile legs were to quickly giving up on her, their muscle burned hotter then the oven she had learn to stand by for hours. Crapping Sera fell to the sands grabbing fists full’s of the luxurious grains. Raising her head salty tears streamed down her cheeks when the loud voices of men screamed for her to stop.

No…no so very close.

She licked her lips pushing off the ground once more, just a little further and she’d be among the ones who cherished her. His voice somehow entered her mind, orders where shouted and she could feel her will slowly dying with the tides. How that despicable man was even awake was unknown to her, but she wasn’t going to turn around and ask.

The tide was low making her race to beat men who were trained to catch that much harder, but they didn’t have the urge she had. The drive for so long to be home. Little puddles of sea salted water scattered about the once flooded beach, squirts from dug deep clams argued with her weight atop them. The passing of a hermit crab scuttled quickly out of her way, in the distance a deep blood red of the wakening sun burned against her stung red raw eyes.

Sera swore she saw the flicker of a large tail, but her eyes were hesitating as a foot screamed in pain as the salt water entered her cuts. Both the pain and pleasure of being home had her laughing hysterically, wanting to sing, dance and be merry over took her body. It was so short lived.

His despicable hands had gotten a hold of some kind of device, when the thunderous crack banged against the ever growing morning sky Sera’s breath was stolen from her. A hand pushed against her chest only to find the heat of wetness, slowly her eyes lowered to find palm stained in red silk. In shock Sera stared, if she remembered correctly they called this being shot. Her crystal blue eyes began to fade, the strength to keep tall wavered and she hit tried knees.

Tears of pure anguish poured down her porcelain cheeks, each tear crystallized into a perfectly opal pearl. Sera gripped her chest trying to easy her suffering. It stung worse then any rock fish quill. Pounding of feet echoed over the moist sands, shouting for a paramedic was repeated but to her ears it was deaf.

Something in her snapped.

It grew with the rising sun, with a scream of all that she had small fangs pushed out from her top jaw. Whiter then snow and sharper then any shark, Sera roared with the crashing of morning waves. They grew as the tide started to flood inward. A pulse to move forward drove her to being a crawl threw the slowly filling divots in the sand. Each puddle she passed soaked into her already blood stained legs, the weight pulled her jeans to the lower portion of hips.

Nails dug deep clawing closer to the sea, with a hiss of pain Sera ignored the salty sting when the wound touched the icy frill of a rolling in wave. A drag mark from the deep imprint of her knee, it flowed water before she dragged the other. Her breath caught deep within her throat when a small swell crashed between her breasts soaking the thin shirt, head hung letting the faded red of her hair his the raw eyes.

Sweet sounds started to call to her inner soul, raising her head Sera looked over the sea to see nothing. But the feel of eyes looking at her was driving Sera mad, another roar sent shivers down her spine. Looking between her hands as drips of red dots mixed with the clear water, it swirled around before fading completely.

Songs of the sea hummed gently rocking Sera into a deep lullaby, when the shinning of eyes bounced off the sapphire water Sera cried a mournful cry. It was answered with shrieks and hisses. Slowly they began to come closer, their eyes glowing brighter then any lamp ray eel. The calls of gulls over head muffled with the now risen tide, coming to her chest the cool waters stung while calming her tense body.

The men and woman on the beach stood in awe while the man who she so desperately hated, was now being loaded into the back of black and white car. A large pushes of white tails rolled over her skin, caressing her back and behind. Sera shivered, but a good kind. Pushing herself to go a little deeper her jeans began to pull harshly, ridding the one bottom at the top Sera slipped from their confides. Her bare legs carefully pieced together, creating a silky gold slender. Like a seal her knees arched forward together, moving with the tides pull back out to sea.

She couldn’t help the out stretch of her hand as she tried to beg for their help, one of the many heads dunked down leaving a flicker of a deep blue tail to splash the surface. Within a matter of seconds illuminating eyes popped back up, so much closer then the other. They shimmered slowly over to her, before the silk of fingers touched her own. Deep within her gut Sera whined out her pain to the creature much like herself, it cried back almost like a whale tune.

It sent a trigger to a few more who also chimed in, with a little help Sera was pulled gently into the ever rising waters. Around her wrist began to pop out small brightly colored fins, their sea green with black dots shimmered under the water. The cone of her legs were now a long sleek golden tail with the wisps of angel like fins, small intricate scales waffled over one another till they reached the very bottom of her beautifully formed appendage. The darker blue female helping her hisses that now pink covered shirt, sniffing at it from both above and below the waters she quickly grabbed hold of it tarring it from Sera’s body.

Already formed over her breasts where beautiful layered scales, gliding down the sides of her torso till reaching the ridge of her lower half. A quarter sized pearl formed in the center of her forehead around it gold twisted and turned forming it own kind of tiara, smaller pearls bubbled around the twisting gold. By now more had gathered around her, each one touching her skin in some form. A brush of tails, a nudge of a hip. Contact was a way for communication, her way of finally voicing her pain to others.