The Siren & Her Demon King

Betrayals and Violation

The small group of people were talking loud and still mourning about the life lost and while I did still feel the loss as well, I knew that we needed to start moving forward.

Unfortunately, my talk with Kimora affected my emotions more than I cared to admit as I suddenly found myself allowing everyone to stay a little longer than initially planned. At the end of the day, the last thing that I wanted was for them to think that I didn't care about anyone. That I too, wasn't hurting.

However, even the day that I had given to them didn't seem to be enough. This is something that I partially knew in the first place. Grief is a long-suffering thing and it was unfortunate that we did not have the time to do so. Maybe we would one day. But today was not that day.

"Alright, everyone! Quiet!" I demanded. I didn't have to say it more than once as I used my ability to echo throughout the whole room so that everyone could hear me.

They all simmered down and their gazes were handed over to me. Most of them carried looks of contempt, however, I was beginning to get used to this and just ignored those looks.

"I know that we only lost one of our own a day ago; and I know that we still are grieving-"

"We?" I heard someone say. "Funny, I didn't see you at the ceremony last night."

"Everyone grieves in their own way." Kimora said before I could rebut. "If Kieran did not care about our Mr. Wilson, she would have left his body where it died."

I looked at my sister, silently thanking her for taking up for me the way that she had but I knew that despite her words we all were still on the rocks of discord.

"However," I continued as if I were never interrupted. "We need a plan of action in terms of moving?"

"Moving?!" A lot of the people incredulously stated. They obviously thought that were going to stay there.

"Yes,  moving." I reiterated.

"But why?" Another of them asked, Livan was his name. He held his little girl tightly to him as he continued to speak. "We're safe here. If we go back out there the Demoi will pick us off one by one." He reasoned. "I cannot allow that-I will not allow my daughter-"

"If you stay here they will kill all of us, together." I defended. "Each bunker-each base that we find ourselves at-each place that we think is safe, they find." I continued at reason. "And each time they find us its only been days within us finding the base-each time taking them shorter and shorter time periods to find us." I sighed. "You really think that this place is any different?" I asked.

"Well the-then what do you expect we should do?"

"Get ahead." I said. "We need to get ahead. Give ourselves time to figure out how to combat-"

"We can't combat anything!" Another of the group said. "We're not warriors or soldiers! We weren't properly trained! You were! You're supposed to be our secret weapon!" The man that commented earlier about me not grieving with everyone said.

His name was Gary Polson and he never did appreciate the idea of me being in charge of him. He was also one of the ones that had spoken to my father that day-when I was a little girl. The one that said I was worth nothing more than a weapon.

Before I could even gather the chance to defend myself he continued. "I don't know about any of you, but I am tired of running." He said, stepping ahead of everyone else. "And had you done your job, maybe we still wouldn't be." He further pointed out.

Is he trying to start a coup? This was the only thought running through my head as I thought about his insolence. "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said." He retorted. "You know, I told your father-I told him, raising you as anything more than a weapon would be the end of us all. You're just a pretty little girl with a power that you don't know how to use."

His words were like sharp swords piercing my skin; not because I cared what he  thought in particular. No, what bothered me most about what he was saying was the fact that over half of the people in the room were agreeing with him.

"We've lost so many people since your father died because of your reckless decisions." Gary Polson said. "I'm beginning to wonder why we keep you around, little siren." He said as he stood in front of me, eyeing me over. "Though, I could think of a few reasons why I wou-" Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed my fist into his jaw so hard his body slammed against the wall behind him. I felt his jaw crack beneath my fist.

He screamed out in agony, blood dripping from his lips. It wasn't until I took my gaze off of him that I realized everyone else was staring at me incredulously. As if he didn't deserve what I had gave him-as if they didn't just see that he said something so suggestive and inappropriate to me-to their commander-the one person protecting them.

"What has gotten into you all?" Kimora said. "If it were not for her, none of you would have survived for as long as you have and now you wish to turn your back on her-"

"Our death...is eminent with her around!" Another shouted. "The Demoi want the White Siren so let's give her to them!"

"Maybe they will leave us alone!" A woman suggested. "Maybe they will let us live!"

"So you're willing to turn on me for a maybe?" I asked. They were silent but I could see the 'yes' upon their faces and the ones that did not agree were too weak to combat them. 

This whole time, I risked my life to protect these people and they were turning against me. Because of him. My gaze turned over to the snake slouched against the wall in a bloody heap, as those backing him tried to help him up.

He had been behind my back talking about getting rid of me this whole time. Using fear to get to these people. They were afraid-very frightened and they had every right to be. Lives were steadily being lost and the Demoi, I knew-they knew, wanted my head. Giving me to them was their logical answer; and it pained me to say that I understood why.

It took everything in me not to take his head from his shoulders; and Kimora could sense it. She didn't need her powers to either. My body was trembling with anger and she could see it; everyone else probably could as well. She took my hand in an attempt to calm me.

"This is lunacy." Kimora said. I could suddenly feel the fear emanating off of her. She knew what everyone was gearing up to do.

"We..we cannot take you by force." Gary Polson struggled to say as he stood, his hand trying to hold his fractured jaw. "So...how much...do you care for your people?" He asked. 

I knew what he was saying; would I fight? Would I kill them all to spare me not being traded in for their lives or would I allow it? Would I risk my live for their lives. It was my choice-or at least that was what Gary Polson was making it out to seem. If I refused, everyone in that room would assume me to be as selfish as they were being. They would think that I truly did not care whether they lived or died-that my life was more important than theirs. But if I sacrificed myself-if I went willingly, it would prove that I did care for them. I'd martyr.

I didn't want to be a martyr and truth be told, I didn't want to die. But looking at the children in the room-the weak and sick women that I knew disagreed with the men and some of the ignorant women and teenagers. Those few were the ones that made me considered that maybe he had a point-that maybe my turning myself in to the Demoi would save their lives. With great trepidation, I reached my hands out to be cuffed. 

"Ki-Kieran what are you-what are you doing?!" Kimora grabbed my arm. "What are you doing?! No!? This is, a mistake! Don't do this!" She screamed trying to fight off those that would cuff and bind me, locking me up.

"It's okay, Kim. It's alright." I tried to reassured through her screaming. 

"No, Kieran! No! You're my sister-no!" One of them men went to grab her when I sonically pushed him back. "You lay a hand on my sister, I will end all of you." I said in a low growl. They backed away as Kimora stared at me, distraught. 

"Kier-don't-don't do this."

Her broken words and tears nearly broke me. "It's okay." I reassured, though knowing that it wasn't. 

I turned away, fighting the tears as I followed the men to down to a room where we'd keep Demoi prisoners for interrogation.

As we reached the bottom room, Gary Polson was the only one left as he escorted me, his jaw still misshaped and probably pained from the blow I gave him.

We arrived at celled away room with a bed. One we didn't use because the Demoi didn't deserve comfort as far as we were concerned. Because of this, the bed wasn't necessarily dirty and it was barely used.

"Can't believe you actually did it." Gary Polson tried to smirk, though I guess it was hard with a fractured jawbone. He hissed in pain before he spoke again.

"You didn't give me a choice." I hissed.

"Oh but I did. Just...if you chose the wrong one well...we all know how that would have went." He tried to smile.

"You'll pay for this." I said as I entered into the cell.

"Yes, yes, of course." I turned to face him. "Oh, and one more thing." Just as I turned, a neck choker was slammed against my neck. It was small and it snapped shut. As this happened I could feel my power being locked away. I tried using but to no avail. "The Demoi gave it to me." He said. "Just in case you changed your mind."

"The-" My voice was suddenly wispy and barely audible. "Demoi-"

Gary Polson smiled. "Oh, yes. How do you think they knew where we were?" He said. "I have been waiting a while for this, young Kinkayd." He smirked. "A shame, Wilson had to die before he could see it come to fruition." 

"Wh-what-"

"Oh and by the way." The words barely left his lips before he struck me so hard, I fell against the wall, blood spewing from my lips. I was suddenly weaker than I had every been in my life. I knew it was the collar and so I tried reaching for it and it was gone. "Oh yes, that collar was special made just for you, little siren Kinkayd." He said. "Weakens you in every way imaginable." He said as he walked towards me. "It dissolves into the skin so that you can't tinker your way out of it. Isn't that amazing?" 

He lifted me up by the neck and looked me over again, his eyes wandering aimlessly and over my body. It made me feel dirty...violated; and I couldn't do anything about it.

"You were always such a pretty Albino girl." He said to me. "The prettiest I had ever seen." He started breathing heavily against my cheek as I tried to turn away from him. "I knew you'd grow up to be beautiful-breathtaking...and you are." He inhaled my neck and moaned. It disgusted me. He knew it too. "What? You think you're better than me? Think you're too good for me?" He said. "That I'm not worthy to touch you? Is that it?"

Never in my life had I suddenly become as frightened as I was in that moment. I was powerless against a man that up until the moments prior, I had no idea had been gunning for me from the beginning. I could look into his eyes and see that he was moral-less. That his true monstrous nature came out when no one was looking. And now, here I was standing there, powerless and weak even in the combat trained of me-my body barely able to move from the collar he forced on me. I couldn't even scream because it took away the power of my voice.

"Seems to me that you need to be brought down a peg."

And as he said those words, the horrendous realization of what was about to happen to me sunk in. He grabbed me and forced me face-first against the wall of cell, his heavy breathing against my ear as I began to cry. This man...was going to rape me.