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Siren's pov:

I wake up late at night to my parents screaming at each other most likely about where my mom was or who my dad was texting this time. 'They're both idiots' I thought as I lay in bed trying to go back to sleep I look to my side where my brother is sleeping we share the room and we had gotten close ever since our parents thought we can live on our own. Samual is his name but I call him Sammy it's nice to say and it's nice to see him light up when I shout his name, our family has reasons for the names we are given but his name is sort of undecided but my name has a very good reason you see my name is Siren. The reason when I was born I was, and I quote, as loud as a siren I still am I just choose not to speak at school kids would call me 'siren head' but of an incident that happened when I got mad at someone. At school, my brother and I are the odd ones out we like creepy stuff, conspiracy theories and the supernatural but I mean what's not to love about this stuff the thriller it brings and the questions it leaves us to think about so we can have a further discussion about it later its amazing.

A few years ago while watching the news for the night they had announced that a new killer has appeared, my brother and I got interested so we kept a close eye on this guy. Later on, we found out his name, it was jeff the more we looked into this guy the more and more we liked him but then again the more we looked into it weird stuff would happen like seeing people out the window random calls and knocks on the door. At this point, our parents were sick of it they open the door and answer the calls but no one would be there they were angrier then they were before at first they thought it was us so they beat us to "teach us a lesson" later they gave up and the calls stop so did the knocks. A bang on the door broke me from my train of thought and woke my brother up "OPEN UP YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!" my mom yelled I looked at Samual before opening the door "yes carol" I said I don't call her my mother that title is long gone "Don't yes carol me I want to know who your father brought here last Friday" she said in an angry tone "don't ask me, ask your friend, Jenna" she gasped "THAT BITCH" she yelled and ran off most likely to her phone to call her friend. I closed the door making sure to lock it too Samual sighed and layed in my bed, he pulled the covers over him "can you tell me a story?" I smiled at him "your almost 17 and you want a bedtime story" he looked at me "so your almost 17 to and you always want cuddles and your stuff bear" I looked away blushing "ok fair point but if I tell you the story you have to cuddle with me" "deal" he said and moved over so I can lay down as well.

Once I'm down we cuddle next to each other like we did when we were kids "This is the story of a girl named Joselyn, you see she had a special power, the power of fire but what made this special was that her feelings changed the fire to different colors with different purposes she only had six colors" Samual chimed in "what were the colors" I smiled softly "red, green, blue, pink, white, orange and black, orange is a simple flame it's normal, the red flame is when she gets mad or in rage, green is a healer flame it happens when she wants to save someone or in the guilt of hurting someone, the blue flame is when she feels intents sadness that is bottled up, pink is simple as it is love, the great love that is the flames form hearts and it has a lot of attack power, white is when she feels no emotion but she still has full control of her body it's powerful" I stopped for a moment feeling myself get tired. Samual looks at me and flicks my head "finish the story" I opened my eyes and stared at him "whats black" I sat up and looked dead at him with a small smile "black is one of the most powerful flames she has only when she loses control does the flames grow so strong that anyone in her way would turn to ash she can kill anyone like that in a matter of seconds" he looked at me with big eyes "then what happened?" I laid back down and closed my eyes "find out tomorrow I'm tired" "what oh come on!" I didn't say anything as I fell asleep Samuel did as well a little later. What we didn't know is that there are someone else listening in on the story and they were just as curious about how it ends too.