Blitz, the Siren

A character backstory. Please keep in mind this is more horror based.

She was dead. Or at least, some form of it.

Her mangled body swayed in the current as the metal wrapped around her legs anchored in the ground. Long gone was the bright young woman who had sprinted onto a ship in hope of work in a new land, a new world. The once brightly colored jump suit stained the ocean with its dye, taking with it any pain she had once felt.

Everyone had seen her being dragged down, further into the forest, until the soil met the sand, and when red hit the tiny white stones, ever so often being washed away by the waves. They hadn’t heard her screams, they were too far away for that, but they did hear her cries for help, her pleads with the people of the town. The town in which they quietly, silently, complacently watched. There were whispers, of course, but everyone had come here on their own. They didn’t want any trouble.

The person dragged her further and further, despite the kicks and screams and cries. Stone tore at her clothes, then branches and weeds caught on her skin, before sand rubbed a hole in it. They ripped and tore, poking, prodding, searching for what made her so her. They didn’t find it. They couldn’t find it. All they found was blood, skin, muscle, blood, heart, blood, lungs, blood, blood, so much blood. The water washed it away and still there was more. Kidney, liver, spleen, stomach, blood. Tendons, joints, bones, blood. Again and again, there was nothing there to prove that she was there, that she was who she was, only the blood pooling around felt real.

As the water softly lapped at her body, they whispered, “She wasn’t here.”

As the sun faded into oranges and pinks over the horizon, and the two moons sat in the sky, they said again, “She was never here.”

As the chains were grabbed and the body was dragged, they said one final thing, “You were never you.”

And so there she floated, tied down by metal, but still drifting. She stayed there, eyes closed, everything exposed, and color drained.

She wouldn’t have noticed the glimmer above her, the seaweed that floated near her fused into a face. The face of mischief, and of rage. She couldn’t have noticed the metal breaking away from her legs as they fused together, growing spikes from the broken bones. Her arms grew longer, and her teeth sharper. She couldn’t have noticed. The life taken from her rearranged and grew into something more vengeful, more meaningful. She noticed that.

Lights flickered on.

The stains were gone.

And only she remained as herself;

Blitz.