A Siren's Song #4
Pairing: Siren! Bucky x Fem! Reader A/N: I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG! But it's finally here, and for those who do read the a/n would yall be interested in a different series? I would be working on both, I had a chapter done already, just wanted to know if anyone would be interested. Mafia type, corny I know, but i got really into writing it. W/C: 5.5k Summary: After figuring out you're scared of the deep sea a storm hits and chaos breaks loose. Warnings: Captivity, aggression, mentions of violence, hallucination (?) (more will be added as the story goes)
The excitement had died down a couple of hours afterwards. Everyone returned to their regular routine.
Well, not entirely, most kept on glancing to the tank in case he just so happened to float up again. Yes, everyone was excited, but him floating up? Wasn't data that could be documented for days on end. But it surely was exciting to see the creature actually show a bit of interest.
He had only surfaced for a short amount of time. Only 15 minutes before, he slowly drifted downwards again, in his regular spot.
Everything had returned to normal after he slowly drifted back. Obviously, you hadn't moved from your desk. You did log what you'd seen; everyone was going to anyway. Nothing eventful had happened much afterwards, the work day blended in as the other days.
Dr. Naomi passed your desk just as the others had started to shut down their stations for the evening. The wing had grown quieter as everyone wrapped up. The lights started to dim; they were on a cycle for the mermaid in the tank.
She paused beside you.
"Before you head out."
You looked up to the sound of her voice.
Naomi rested one hand lightly against the edge of your desk; her expression was thoughtful rather than the one she always wore. "I'd like you to accompany me for the feeding tonight."
You felt your stomach drop; the feeding wasn't the unusual part. Someone always had to haul up a cooler to the platform above the tank and dump the fish in. Naomi usually assigned the same people to the task.
It was never you.
That's what made it odd, you were hesitating long enough that she had begun to notice.
"It's routine." She said calmly, "I'd just like another set of eyes. Someone new."
Your gaze fell briefly towards the tank. From your desk, the water looked calm and still. He was nowhere in sight, not above, just at his usual spot at the bottom.
You swallowed, "Yeah, okay." You nodded, trying to sound optimistic. Naomi looked satisifed with your answer.
"Meet me in fifteen minutes, yeah?"
By the time the two of you reached the upper platform, the west wing was mostly empty. Only a few stayed; some lingered to chat, or were organizing their desks. The stairs to reach the top were somewhat hidden, the metal steps echoing as you both climbed up. And the loud clank the cooler made as you brought it up with you.
At the top, the platform turned into a narrow walkway that circled a part of the tank's rim. It was heavily monitored; the tank did not have a hatch to close it completely. There was concern that he would eventually jump out of it, but this place was packed tightly with sensors and locked doors that would keep him inside.
You set the cooler by the railing that was circled around the tank to prevent falls from staff. For a moment, neither of you spoke. She stepped forward first, resting her hands on the metal rail as she looked down into the water. You followed a second later, looking down into that deep, dark water. It really creeped you out, and you weren't the type to get scared of a little ocean water.
He could easily pull you into the water if he wanted to right now. You felt yourself gripping onto the rail tightly more than you should. It was faint, but you could see his shadow at the bottom. A shape darker than the rest of the water, not moving a muscle.
You gulped.
Naomi looked at you, gesturing towards the cooler.
"Go ahead."
You turned towards the cooler, fidgeting in your pocket for some gloves in your coat; you did not want your hands to smell like fish all night. You noticed your hands were a little shaky as you put on the gloves.
What were you so afraid of?
You lifted the lid of the cooler and grabbed a handful of fish before tossing them over the edge of the rail. They hit the water with a soft splash before disappearing almost immediately.
A mixture of different types of fish was tossed, vanishing into the dark abyss. Neither of you spoke as you tossed them in. Naomi kept a watchful eye on you and the tank as you did so, calculating. Anxious that something may happen, that could put two and two together, and why he only paid attention to you.
The shadow at the bottom of the tank never moved.
Naomi exhaled quietly through her nose.
"Hm."
It wasn't frustration, it was more like mild disappointment. You wondered what was going on in her head. You wondered if she believed your incident, which is why she brought you here. Did she suspect the siren to jump out and drag you in by the ankle? You slightly backed away from the railing just a bit, in case that hutch was true.
Naomi straightened from the railing and glanced at the cooler. "Hold on a moment." She said, "I'll go grab another batch from storage." Grabbing the handle of the cooler.
You looked over at her, "More?"
"Yup." She replied, "With the stunt he pulled today, if he's finally willing to swim up a bit higher, it's worth rewarding this behavior with more fish."
That sounded reasonable enough for you.
She started to drag the cooler with her as she walked towards the stairs.
"Just stay here, yeah? She said, "I'll be right back."
The metal steps echoed softly as she descended back downstairs. The sound faded as she reached the end of the stairs. Then she shut the door behind her.
It was a little too quiet for comfort now. It wasn't like it was completely quiet; the sounds of the tank's filtration filled the space. You kept your hands where they were, against the railing. Making sure to not lean in too much as you look down on the water.
The water was still.
You were just looking down at the water because there was nothing else to do here. You could scroll on your phone, but you didn't want to take the risk of it accidentally falling in the tank because of how sweaty your hands felt right now.
Naomi would come back any minute now; you hoped she wouldn't take long.
A faint ripple broke across the surface, the motion snapping you out of your thoughts as you frowned slightly.
It hadn't come from the fish you've thrown in; they were dead as hell.
The water shifted again, but it wasn't a violent shift. Just enough for small rings of movement across the tank.
You took a deep breath as your fingers tightened slightly around the metal rail. Not once did you think that at this age you would be scared of fucking water.
And then? Nothing happened.
The small rings you noticed smoothed out quickly, the surface settling back into stillness. You stayed where you were waiting, waiting for something, anything. Maybe being here alone with your thoughts was making you tweak out.
You exhale slowly, trying to loosen the tension in your shoulders.
You were fully expecting something out of a horror movie to happen. The siren jumping out with his sharp ass teeth and claws, dragging you into the tank and killing you right there.
You shook your head, "Keep it reasonable.." You mumbled to yourself, trying to think of something else.
But of course, your mind kept going back to the possible scenarios that filled your mind.
What if he did come up right now?
What's the possibility you've ticked him off more than the last time?
You were deep in your thoughts, completely unaware of your surroundings for that split moment.
A sharp metallic clang rang out behind you. You flinched hard, the sound tearing through the silence. The echo of footsteps followed afterwards.
It was just Naomi.
You knew that, but still your head snapped towards the noise. Your pulse was still a little too fast as she reached the top of the platform. Hauling the cooler filled with fish. She paused for a second, studying your movements, taking in the way your hands were still gripping the railing hard.
"...Did something happen?" She asked.
You shook your head a little bit too quickly.
"No, it was nothing. Just too quiet here." You let out an awkward laugh..
She gave you a look and nodded, setting the cooler beside you with a thud. "Okay, good."
Naomi stepped next to you, "Let's try that again, yeah?"
You nodded, stepping back just enough to give her space.
She put on some gloves, and opened the cooler. This time, it was more fillies to the brim, the smell was more noticeable than the last batch.
She didn't throw the fish immediately. Instead, she looked down into the tank for a moment, as if she was calculating on what the right call was next.
Waiting.
Then, without looking at you, she said, "Stand there for a second?” She pointed a little beyond the metal railing.
You looked at her, confused, but you did so anyway. Shuffling a bit towards where she pointed. “…Here?”
“Mm.” She nodded.
There was no explanation. No elaboration. Just a quiet instruction. You had to do what she said, right? She was the big boss in this whole project.
You stayed where you were, your hands wanting to grip the railing that wasn’t there behind you. One of your hands, the closest to it, reached out to it.
Oh my god, she’s going to push you in the tank. That’s all you were thinking, even if it was ridiculous. Logic has been out the door for a long time.
Naomi's gaze flicked between the water and your reflection in the surface. Not obvious enough to call attention to, but deliberate. But you still felt her gaze, calculating. Something brewing in that mind of hers, and it was kinda creeping you out.
Like she was lining something up.
Testing.
Was she hoping the Siren would come up and grab you? Gears started to turn in your head, 'What the hell did she gain by this?'
The seconds stretched, yet those seconds felt like an eternity. There was no movement anywhere in the water. No shift from below. No ripple breaking the surface. The shadow in the corner remained exactly where it always had been.
Still and unresponsive.
Naomi exhaled softly. Clearly frustrated with whatever she wanted to see.
"Alright," she said, more to herself than to you.
She reached into the cooler and began tossing the fish one by one. They hit the surface with soft, hollow splashes before disappearing beneath the water.
It wasn't like you were going to stand there and not help her with the fish. It was a big batch, and you wondered if the Siren would even eat all of this fish; obviously, their organs were different from those of the average human. How much could he actually handle?
The last fish slipped from her hand and vanished into the dark.
Naomi watched for another moment. When nothing happened, she straightened. "Guess earlier was situational," she said, brushing her hands together lightly. Her smile was back again as she turned to you, "We'll try again tomorrow, yeah? Hopefully, we can figure out what can bring him up again."
You didn't respond.
Naomi stepped back from the railing, grabbing the empty cooler.
"Let's head down."
When you reached the bottom level, the west wing had emptied out. Feeding the siren took more time than you would've thought. Or maybe that was your mind messing with you. You really needed to go see a doctor with the weird shit that has been happening to you. Every electronic was turned off.
Naomi paused near the exit, glancing toward the windows briefly. Beyond the glass, the sky had darkened, heavy clouds rolling in. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, right! Storm's supposed to hit tonight," she said.
You nodded faintly. You'd heard. You weren't quite used to them just yet; you did more closely here for your line of work. But storms? And typically harsh ones at best? You don't think you get used to them for quite a bit.
She set the cooler in the corner; she'll properly store it the following day. "Do you have a ride? It's too windy right now to walk." Seems like she's very observant. You occasionally mentioned in passing conversation that you did walk from home to the facility. Seems like Nomi is an eavesdropper.
"Yeah," you said automatically, but then you hesitated.
You went quiet, "I can call an Uber." Naomi watched you for a second. Then she shook her head lightly.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm heading that way anyway. I can give you a ride." You glanced back once, towards the tank; you didn't know why you did. You just felt a pair of eyes on you; it gave you goosebumps.
'Uhm- Okay," you said. Naomi smiled as she nodded.
"Good! Let's go." She grabbed you by the wrist as you dragged you out of the West Wing. Guess she really didn't set boundaries with people, or ask people to drag them by the wrist.
By the time you got home, the storm had already started. Droplets becoming heavier as minutes started to pass. The sky had been a little dull all day, but now it changed into a murky color, the clouds filled to the brim with water.
You threw your bag at your cozy couch, you didn’t bother turning any of the lights on yet. It wasn’t like you had a hard time seeing where you were going. You had one goal right now, wash away today’s stress. As you headed towards your bathroom.
You lived with no one.
That was obvious, you moved for this job leaving your life behind. You turned the shower on without thinking.
Hot water came quickly, steam already beginning to fog the mirror as you stepped out of your clothes and into the water. The heat from it immediately calming down your senses and nerves.
You exhaled. The tension in your shoulders eased faster than it should have. It always did, since this whole project landed on you, since the ringing in your ears that never really fell quiet. You leaned forward slightly, resting a hand against the tile as the water ran over the back of your neck, down your spine. The ringing was dull now, not fully gone but it wasn’t taking over your thoughts.
You stayed there longer than you meant to.
Minutes passing without notice, the outside world fading into the steady rhythm of the shower. Rain against the windows. Water against tile. The low hum of plumbing behind the walls.
Your home was your safe place, away from all the stress of your work. Away from the siren that haunted you, even if you spent most of your free time researching them. It was better than having your anxiety spike in the West Wing.
Eventually, you reached out blindly, turning the temperature down just slightly before stepping back.
You should get out….maybe just a couple more minutes.
You stood there in the gently spray of the shower head. Letting it run over your face, your eyes closed, grounding you.
Letting your mind drift back to that day. Two weeks into the project, desperate for some answers, or to even see him.
The tank. The way you walked to it, pressing your palm to the glass, how hopeful you were. And how terrified you felt yourself be when he came charging into the glass.
You opened your eyes.
That was enough thinking. You shut the water off, trying to push your mind into thinking of something else.
You felt refreshed after stepping out of the shower. Today’s events..were a lot, and whatever Naomi was doing up there? Was..fucking weird. You put on comfortable clothes as you stepped into your room.
A bit messy from things being shattered everywhere with your..research. You laid on your bed, pushing yourself up. Almost immediately you went to go on your phone. Search tabs filled the screen almost immediately.
Sirens biology.
Deep sea vocalization myths.
Marine predator behavioral patterns.
Nothing useful, it was just fiction for those niche groups. Nothing that could actually help you, nothing concrete.
Most of the tabs always circled back to the same ideas. Mythology, could it be myths though? The siren was very much real. You shook your head, not wanting to drive into mythology any deeper. Along with speculation what was addressed as a fact for sirens.
You groaned, knowing you wouldn’t find anything tonight once again. Then clicked on the familiar tab.
Some videos explaining sirens, you just watched. Knowing most of the material people would cram into videos for views.
Movement. Posture. The way the body displaced water. How they were deemed so beautiful, which they were. But male sirens were never mentioned, or rarely mentioned.
You leaned forward slightly, looking at your screen closely. Studying the fucking video like it might finally give you something real.
Outside? Out of the comfort of your home? Thunder roared across the sky. The screen buffered.
You frowned as you tapped the refresh button a couple of times, but it failed to load. Your wifi was shit right now, so you huffed, turning it off; your data would do for now. It was a bit slower, but you could get by it.
At the same time, the overhead light flickered.
Once, twice, and then?
Everything that used electricity in your space shut off completely. Darkness filled your home, the only light source being your phone, whose service barely worked. Silence poured into the space, not entirely, though.
The rain was still there. Way more noticeable now, louder now.
You sat there for a moment, staring at the blank screen, the screen shutting off your reflection faintly visible in it.
The ringing in your ears crept back in. You frowned before lying back into your bed, groaning in frustration.
You left your home a little later than usual.
Maybe because it was the morning after the storm. It wasn't like you'd overslept; it was quite the opposite.
The second you stepped into the facility, you knew something had happened here.
It looked like a hot mess.
Employees were walking like they had places to be, holding soggy papers in their arms. Maintenance workers were pushing carts with tools to mop up the muddy footprints left by everyone. A ceiling tile sat in a trash can. You see about 3 buckets collecting water from holes in the ceiling.
"What the hell?"
You said mostly to yourself; nobody answered you anyway. Mostly because everyone was busy complaining.
"The south wing's computers are fried."
"At least your wing didn't flood."
"The company that finances here is so fucking negligent. Why is it so bad????"
A woman carrying a semi-soggy box nearly bumps into you before mumbling an apology and continuing to walk down the hall. The storm hit the facility too hard, even though it should have been able to handle it. You started to walk down the hall, a routine you knew well, to get to the West Wing. The further you walked, the more the damage became visible. Some ceiling panels were wrapped, looking like they'd fall any second now.
You also saw a couple more buckets underneath another leak. Two researchers passed you, annoyed that their overnight research was wiped clean. The power was out here as well, and it seemed like there was no backup.
You continued to walk; someone farther down was arguing about a printer not being functional anymore. The West Wing was a good distance away; those employees who lingered in the hall were talking about what happened here, and their stories were getting more dramatic as you walked.
You couldn't tell what was true anymore. You found yourself smiling at conversations you heard. By the time you reached the doors of the West Wing, your mind wandered.
You hadn't heard anything about this section of the facility; it wasn't strange. The whole wing was under an NDA, but still. You wondered what damage you were going to walk into right now.
You felt it as you stepped in; everything felt wrong when you stepped in.
The usual background noise that you've grown used to, the steady hum of equipment of the tank that would fill the room, was gone. Instead, it was replaced by movement too much of it. Panicked voices mixed with fast footsteps; you heard doors slamming and people arguing about what to do.
You hadn't even gotten to your desk when you said. "What the fuck??" No one answers you here, too, at least not at first.
You placed your things on your desk; it looked like the computers still worked here. The West Wing didn't look that...bad. A couple of buckets to collect leaking water, but there weren't any ceiling tiles in a trash can.
The last couple of co-workers you had were frantic, panicking, and not knowing what to do. This would've been easier if the rest of the team were still here.
You spotted Naomi in the middle; it was like seeing a completely different person. Finally seeing a crack in her persona. Naomi was usually so cheerful; of course, at times it looked and felt fake as hell. And right now?
She's barking orders to everyone surrounding her.
Her voice cut sharper than it should've. She was always so... friendly, very condescending. Everyone moved faster because of her tone, maybe even recklessly, not calmly. Naomi pushed through the small crowd of people, her steps heavy as she went to look at something else. When she spotted you, she changed her direction towards you.
Her eyes were studying you as she grumbled, "You're late."
"I- sorry, what's going on?" You asked.
She didn't answer immediately, instead shes in her head, trying to think if she had the time to sit and chat with you. In that small amount of time, you looked around the room to get a bigger picture without her saying. You felt your stomach tighten a little, the tank.
The familiar shadow that you're used to seeing and acknowleging everyday wasnt here.
"Naomi?" You try to get her out of her head. "What happened?" She blinked once before she exhaled, putting it straight to you. "Our specimen, the mermaid, isn't in his tank anymore." You fell silent.
"What?"
She shrugged, "Power went out at our facility, obviously. With such a harsh storm, it was bound to happen." She frowned, "Though I didn't realize how greedy our company actually is. There was only one backup battery for our wing. It failed after an hour; a couple of other departments had the same issue." She started to look like she was about to burst any second.
"...He escaped?" You said quietly, as if saying something wrong would throw her into a rage.
"Apparently yes." She nodded as she typed something on her tablet.
You hear your colleague shout, "East wing is clear from signs of our mermaid!" Naomi turns to the voice before looking back at you for a second.
"Rest assured, though, I'm just-" She cracks a small smile, probably fake; who knew? "Very stressed; he couldn't have gotten far with that tail of his."
Being stressed was a valid emotion in this setting. Her job, well everyones job on the line. The one assignment: research the mermaid, but with him being gone, there was no reason to fund this project. Naomi didn't bother to wait for you to respond, just went back to commanding orders.
You gulped. You had so many questions and concerns.
The tank is empty. And he's on the loose in the facility.
"Let's hope he doesn't jump on someone." You mumbled as you tried getting your thoughts together before joining everyone else.
A few hours passed, and there was no progress.
No one could focus on doing anything today. Every conversation obviously would circle back to the missing mermaid. It was like playing hide-and-seek, but the hider had been hiding since probably before morning.
Some colleagues did go look around the entirety of the facility. Any place that they were able to access- hell, even Naomi in places only some were authorized to go into.
You tried to work, looking to see if there was any footage of him leaving the tank. Every few minutes, someone would rush into the room to give an update on where he wasn't.
"Maintenance tunnels!"
There was nothing.
"Lower access corridors!"
Nothing again.
Everyone in the wing was on edge.
By lunchtime, a couple thought he had somehow escaped the facility. It wasn't like it was impossible, granted the power was out. Which, granted, motion sensors were trash in that situation. But he wouldn't know that.
Or he was probably dead in a corner of the facility somewhere. He was aquatic; he needed water to survive. If that was it? You could research his dead body at least.
You were trying to organize some documents that had to be reprinted after the storm got to them. Suddenly, you hear someone kick the door open.
Sean stumbles into the room, his face pale.
Like, actually fucking pale, like if dude had seen a ghost.
In one hand, that was gloved it was carrying a big clear bag of something. You took a look; fish scales? What the fuck?
"Sean? You okay?" Someone asked.
Sean proceeded to ignore them as he shouted. "Dr. Naomi!"
The room went silent, confused about what the shouting was about, as some turned. Naomi looked up from her tablet. "What?!" She sounded a bit annoyed. Sean sped-walked towards her, his eyes wide, the bag shaking in his hand.
"I found this-" He held it out to her.
Naomi grabs it as she takes a look inside. The bag was clear, obviously, but looking at it more closely? Her expression changes, not by much, but it was enough.
You stand up from your chair, and you didn't mean to blurt out, "What is it?" There was a deafening silence for a moment, but Sean did respond to you.
"It's skin."
The others turned to him, looking uncomfortable. Or if he's making a joke.
"What?"
Sean pointed to the bag, you did walk closer for a better look. Inside the bag? Were several pale, translucent fragments. Fish scales? Some were larger, some were barely any bigger than a fingernail clipping. They looked dry, brittle, like flakes?
Naomi decided to get a better feel for things, grabbing one of the flakes. Feeling the texture of it. "Doesn't feel right.." She mumbled. It looked strange.
Sean drags a hand down his face, blurting it out. "I think he dried out." The room erupts.
"What? You're saying that's what's left of him?!?"
"Nah man, you bugging!"
"Ew- ew ew!!"
"I mean- he wouldn't survive outside the tank!" Sean countered.
A knot formed in your stomach, and you felt like you were going to be sick. You wouldn't call it nasty, but that was supposedly mermaid remains.
Sean continued to speak, saying his theory. "Look- he was probably already stressed by the storm- then, then- everything failed here- he left the tank and spent hours outside the tank-"
"He's dead." Someone blurts out.
Those two words? Everyone seems to agree, even Naomi, who was still examining that flake in her fingers. This explanation was easy to latch onto; it was simple and understandable.
The mermaid escaped, and he wouldn't survive, and he kicked the bucket. Case fucking closed. But it wasn't the closing everyone wanted. Sean hadn't collected everything where he found the skin. The job right now was to collect the entirety of the supposed body.
And then figure out things from there. This project was going to come to an end; this assignment was just a short part of your career. But it just felt wrong- the skin? Felt wrong, but it wasn't like you were a mermaid expert.
Your knowledge of covering the entire internet wouldn't cover this.
Around you, the room had already begun to mourn the creature that gave them a headache every shift.
By late afternoon, the theory already became the fact. It became the official story. The mermaid is gone; the tank is no longer needed.
The rest of the skin was collected and sealed in containers to analyze further the next day. Everyone was just trying to get shit down now, still processing it.
The West Wing would eventually close again, whenever an analysis was done on the skin. People didn't want to talk about the mermaid anymore; if he was mentioned, he was called an 'Asset.'
Around that time, Naomi gathered everyone to announce an early dismissal today. Everyone was tired; there was no way everyone would be at peak productivity. You grabbed your bag as you walked out. Everyone just looked off, not really mourning that much, just tired and unsure of what was next after a project that never really came to a clean conclusion.
Naomi passes you near the entrance of the facility; her expression is tired. Probably has her hands full with what is the next step after this. "I thought you were going to be the solution to crack the code on the mermaid." She mumbled as she shrugged. "Oh well, it'll still be interesting to test its skin, right?" She gave a tired smile.
You blinked. You were the solution? Honestly, you probably were, but that didn't matter now. "Right- yeah, it will." Naomi nodded as she gave you a pat on the shoulder before leaving like the rest.
The streets are still fucking wet, obviously. The smell of rain is still there but faint. It feels too tame compared to what just went down in the west wing. What happened there? Felt like a novela, or it was from a different universe or something.
You didn't want to take the bus back home. You did take it earlier this morning, not wanting to deal with the puddles around. You walked to work, but right now? Ugh, you didn't wanna sit on a bus with your thoughts, nor wanted to accidentally step on puddles of water. This place did have those electric scooters scattered around; one would probably work. You found one near the corner where the start of town was. The facility was a bit distant from the actual town.
You pulled out your phone. Scan and pay. You were ready to ride this thing; you stepped on and pushed off. Not too fast nor too slow, the wind was light on your face. It was comforting somehow. You passed by stores, empty crosswalks. The silence was still there in your mind, but right now? It was easy to ignore.
You kept on riding faster than needed. But even so, you didn't want to be back home just yet; the feelings would just come crashing down on you again. You decided to take a different route back home. Taking the longer route on purpose.
The scooter hums under you, and you feel the light vibration on the handles as you continue. You avoid the puddles on the ground without even thinking.
Your grip loosens a bit as you turn down a side street. It had some older buildings, but not many stores here anymore. You weren't a local, but what you'd been told is just that: barely anyone comes here to shop. Slowly but surely, owners have been closing things up. It'll only be a matter of time before this street lies abandoned.
You slow a little, just to take a look at the architecture. That's when you see him; your brain only registered it as a shadow at first, till evenutally it did catch up; you swerved instantly.
"SHIT-" The scooter jerks as you try to stabilize, barely missing the guy. Barely having the time to think, you catch yourself before eating shit. Dropping your foot to come to a complete stop. You turned your head to the guy. He's standing in the middle of the street like he was there the whole time.
The guy had no urgency, no reaction to almost being hit by a fucking scooter. Just there, damp fabric clinging to his clothes, his hair went at the ends. The guy looked creepy; he was very still.
You're annoyed as you speak, "Are you insane?" Your voice sounded snappy, "You cannot stand in the middle of the fucking street-" You cut off, because right now you're taking a real good look at him.
The posture? It's very..off. Like someone trying to understand how to stand for the first time.
And then? The tied sleeve, the lack of an arm on his left side.
Okay...
Who else had a missing left arm?
Now thinking about it, the mermaid had long hair too. Okay, this has to be a coincidence.
Right.
"What the hell-" You said quietly.
He tilts his head slightly to the sound of your voice. He's listening and deciding what you are. Not like a human would. Though he didn't look lost, he looked like he had stopped there on purpose. Like he was waiting for something, or someone.
You're seeing things.
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