[Old bit of an original story I wrote]
Warnings: Violence
Disclaimer: These are actually my characters and my ideas, so if you would please, do not use them in your stories unless asking me first.
A pale, delicate hand met with a hard chest, loud and adamant protests ringing against the walls of the pristine room. Marianna’s eyes were wide as she silently screamed at her daughter’s to leave, hide, scream, something anything, rather than just sit there like lambs waiting for the slaughter.
“You can’t take her please. Please she’s done nothing wrong, she didn’t know. You haven’t the right to take her.” Dark blue hair fell in front of her face as her wide eyes darted from the man before her to the men he had brought with them who were staring at her youngest daughter as if she was nothing more than the dirt off the bottom of his shoes.
“Now, now Marianna, you can’t have it both ways; either she didn’t do anything or she didn’t know what she was doing. Which was it?” His delighted smile sent a bolt of cold terror down her spine as adrenaline filled her veins. Her whole body trembled as her eyes met his, seeing there the truth that this was a battle she had lost from the beginning and that he was only playing with her.
A cry fell from her lips as she turned suddenly, her body intent on throwing itself in front of her beloved child if necessary; but instead she felt a shot of pain shake her body as her wrist was grabbed in a frim grasp, bones making noises that hurt her ears as they slid unnaturally from their places as her body was jerked backwards.
Her body slammed into the ground, “Your daughter is no ‘innocent’-“ The word was practically spat from his lips as he glared down at her, her arm now bent at an awkward angle as he yelled at her, a burning sensation like acid spreading from her shoulder to the rest of her body as she clawed at the floor in pain, “-look at your house Marianna! Charred into ruins, and how are we to cover this? What if she had actually hurt someone? Goddess forbid she had hurt a gen that thing is too much for even your kind to handle.” The struggling stopped as the sentence fell from his disgusting mouth, her body tensing for a single instant before relaxing completely as her breathing evened and her heart calmed for the first time in days.
The man was not caught off guard, thinking very little of the slight woman before him in the first place, “Marianna-“ His words were caught off as said woman started to speak again, her voice calm, filled with a certain cold confidence that was such a contrast with the trembling voice filled with fear that had been so determined earlier; no one stopped her from speaking.
“Have you ever wondered why I am the first of my kind to come into your pathetic territory?” With that her eyes finally drifted up to the much larger man, whose eyes widened as he saw the changes in her face.
Her cheekbones were a little sharper, her eyes brighter and more reptilian in shape, her iris’s larger and lips a little thinner-skin too translucent too be normal-a soft intake a of breathe and the pulling of weapons were the only sounds heard in the room before Marianna stood suddenly, her arm bending in impossible ways to accommodate the fact that a man twice her size was still grasping her wrist and pushing it down.
The brute, in shock, finally let go of her arm as he noticed it had grown so that Marianna could stand, the bones sliding this way and that and jutting through the skin enabling her to be upright as if nothing was unique about the situation. Once again, her arm shifted to adapt to the current situation, allowing Marianna to lunge forward, grabbing the man’s weapon in her hand and appearing behind him in the same instant, her all of a sudden too thin, too long limbed body bending around him like water as she shot into his brainstem.
Her other hand jerked the most hated one back so that she could shoot his other lackey, shoving him forward again as her weapon dropped to the ground. Nostrils flared and pupil’s widened as she took in the scent of his fear and sweat, eyes taking in the rapid pulsing in his neck-lips widening into a feral grin- and head tilting to the side as she approached him slowly, “All those legends about my ancestors that you read when you were assigned my case. You scoffed at them didn’t you? Thought we didn’t really survive on consuming the souls of other’s, thought we would never kill in front of our young and frowned on viciousness.” Her voice both calmed him and made his body tremble with fear, wrapping around him lulling him into a dulled state like the boogie-man’s lullaby, “You were partially right you know.” A scream was caught in his throat and it wasn’t clear what he wanted to do; touch her or bolt in fear.
When her hand was suddenly wrapped around his still beating heart, poison flowing through his veins that seemed to be fire simmering on all of his nerve endings at once and a silken voice floated into his ears, “They always portrayed Sirens as tamer than we have always been.” He knew that even if he had been able to move, it would have done him no good.
Did you guess what she was correctly by the end~?
Ahh the requested Keyberfic is coming along nicely <3
Disclaimer: These are actually my characters and my ideas, so if you would please, do not use them in your stories unless asking me first.
A pale, delicate hand met with a hard chest, loud and adamant protests ringing against the walls of the pristine room. Marianna’s eyes were wide as she silently screamed at her daughter’s to leave, hide, scream, something anything, rather than just sit there like lambs waiting for the slaughter.
“You can’t take her please. Please she’s done nothing wrong, she didn’t know. You haven’t the right to take her.” Dark blue hair fell in front of her face as her wide eyes darted from the man before her to the men he had brought with them who were staring at her youngest daughter as if she was nothing more than the dirt off the bottom of his shoes.
“Now, now Marianna, you can’t have it both ways; either she didn’t do anything or she didn’t know what she was doing. Which was it?” His delighted smile sent a bolt of cold terror down her spine as adrenaline filled her veins. Her whole body trembled as her eyes met his, seeing there the truth that this was a battle she had lost from the beginning and that he was only playing with her.
A cry fell from her lips as she turned suddenly, her body intent on throwing itself in front of her beloved child if necessary; but instead she felt a shot of pain shake her body as her wrist was grabbed in a frim grasp, bones making noises that hurt her ears as they slid unnaturally from their places as her body was jerked backwards.
Her body slammed into the ground, “Your daughter is no ‘innocent’-“ The word was practically spat from his lips as he glared down at her, her arm now bent at an awkward angle as he yelled at her, a burning sensation like acid spreading from her shoulder to the rest of her body as she clawed at the floor in pain, “-look at your house Marianna! Charred into ruins, and how are we to cover this? What if she had actually hurt someone? Goddess forbid she had hurt a gen that thing is too much for even your kind to handle.” The struggling stopped as the sentence fell from his disgusting mouth, her body tensing for a single instant before relaxing completely as her breathing evened and her heart calmed for the first time in days.
The man was not caught off guard, thinking very little of the slight woman before him in the first place, “Marianna-“ His words were caught off as said woman started to speak again, her voice calm, filled with a certain cold confidence that was such a contrast with the trembling voice filled with fear that had been so determined earlier; no one stopped her from speaking.
“Have you ever wondered why I am the first of my kind to come into your pathetic territory?” With that her eyes finally drifted up to the much larger man, whose eyes widened as he saw the changes in her face.
Her cheekbones were a little sharper, her eyes brighter and more reptilian in shape, her iris’s larger and lips a little thinner-skin too translucent too be normal-a soft intake a of breathe and the pulling of weapons were the only sounds heard in the room before Marianna stood suddenly, her arm bending in impossible ways to accommodate the fact that a man twice her size was still grasping her wrist and pushing it down.
The brute, in shock, finally let go of her arm as he noticed it had grown so that Marianna could stand, the bones sliding this way and that and jutting through the skin enabling her to be upright as if nothing was unique about the situation. Once again, her arm shifted to adapt to the current situation, allowing Marianna to lunge forward, grabbing the man’s weapon in her hand and appearing behind him in the same instant, her all of a sudden too thin, too long limbed body bending around him like water as she shot into his brainstem.
Her other hand jerked the most hated one back so that she could shoot his other lackey, shoving him forward again as her weapon dropped to the ground. Nostrils flared and pupil’s widened as she took in the scent of his fear and sweat, eyes taking in the rapid pulsing in his neck-lips widening into a feral grin- and head tilting to the side as she approached him slowly, “All those legends about my ancestors that you read when you were assigned my case. You scoffed at them didn’t you? Thought we didn’t really survive on consuming the souls of other’s, thought we would never kill in front of our young and frowned on viciousness.” Her voice both calmed him and made his body tremble with fear, wrapping around him lulling him into a dulled state like the boogie-man’s lullaby, “You were partially right you know.” A scream was caught in his throat and it wasn’t clear what he wanted to do; touch her or bolt in fear.
When her hand was suddenly wrapped around his still beating heart, poison flowing through his veins that seemed to be fire simmering on all of his nerve endings at once and a silken voice floated into his ears, “They always portrayed Sirens as tamer than we have always been.” He knew that even if he had been able to move, it would have done him no good.
Did you guess what she was correctly by the end~?
Ahh the requested Keyberfic is coming along nicely <3