Philip and Syrena
Chapter One
Philip stood far away from the beautiful creature. He studied every inch of her face. Her pink cheeks that where barely seen underneath the blood and scars. Her lips, stained red with blood from her biting down on them. Also, he noticed out of her small nose, blood came rushing out. His eyes wondered carelessly to her own. The eyes which where once big, beautiful, brown eyes, where now red from lack of sleep and black and blue bruises where around them.
Philip couldn't help but think that this was his own fault. Here she was, the "woman" he loved, being beaten and tormented by his fellow crew mates. He watched as his crew slowly disappeared to go back to the ship. Philip slowly came out of the darkness and walked into the dim light of the camp fire. He was surprised that she wasn't looking at him when he got closer. She was looking at something else. Something that made her red eyes grow bigger, that made her bite down on her bottom lip so hard that the blood came back and flowed out.
Philip then noticed what she was looking at. There, his very own captain, coming towards her with a torch. The raspy words escaped from the captain's mouth," You didn't do what I said you dear, Angel. Away with your sisters you go." The creature tried to jerk away when the captain brought the torch down to her face, but the ropes tied around her hands would let her escape from the tree. Philip saw the fear in her eyes. The redness of her eyes was replaced by the reflecting fire of the torch coming closer and closer. Philip ran to her. He didn't care if he was his captain or not. Philip attacked him. He got there in time so only a small hiss escaped from the beautiful creatures blood stained lips. A tiny burn formed on her right cheek from where the captain had burned her.
The beautiful creature sat and watched with fear as Philip beat the captain sensless. He could only hear a blur of music from where his crew mates where drinking. He heard heavy breathing. Breathing that wasn't his own. He looked over at her. Her long, dark brown hair that covered up most of her upper body was drenched in sweat. He saw the red and brown scars on her chest. She was bare everywhere.
Why didn't I do something earlier? Thought Philip. She's been counting on me… me to save her from this torture. I just stood there and watched. Philip knew that he couldn't save her with his crew all around. He would simply get them both killed if he did that.
Philip quickly walked around the tree to untie her soft, boney, delicate hands. When he was finished, she wrapped her arms around her herself to get warm. Philip took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He held out his arms and asked," May I?" In his British accent. The creature nodded in response. Philip wrapped his arms around her. There he was, sharing body heat to keep her warm. He put his lips close to her right ear even though no one was around," Syrena, run away with me… Please."