Sirens Don't Need a Fire to Burn: Revised Edition

by Alice Tannis- The Sixth Siren

This story takes place about 2 years after the events of Borderlands 2. Alice Tannis is a Siren looking for answers. Will she find more than just that on Pandora? (Alice Tannis is not a real character. I made her up to fit my idea of what Tannis's siblings would be like, and her being a Siren was just because it made the story more interesting. I don't own Borderlands.)

1. Chapter 1

Sirens Don't a Need Fire to Burn- A

Borderlands 2 Fan Fiction

1… Not-so-good Morning

I woke up to find I had fallen out of bed, again. My arm glowed its yellow-gold shade before fading back to blue. My yellow-tipped brown hair was in my face, and the bright red shade of my lips shown in the mirror. My hazel-green eyes, whom I don't usually see on a good day, as my eye color can sometimes tell me what mood the day has, looked at the echo sitting on the nightstand. I heard the cries of Rakks overhead. I sort of felt bad for whoever was out there. My name is Alice T. I am a scientist, but a weird kind. I study me. I've got things about myself that I don't understand, and I find out what they are, but my lack of knowledge on myself tells you that i'm about a social as a rock.

Anyway, ever since I came to Pandora, my powers have been acting up. By "my powers", I mean my tattoos. Ever since I've known I could put anything in my left hand and it would charge, turning into a death machine. It explodes on impact and sends showers of sparks into the air. My tattoos literally shift onto the object. It looks like its part of me, which has been pretty useful when I get unexpectedly attacked. I can't control it well, so when it's possible, I just tie my hands together. I don't know what I am, because I haven't done an extensive study on the actual tattoo. All I know is that the tattoos go all the way from my left ankle to the top of my head, and they are magical.

Until now, I would have never thought of leaving my home. I was contacted by someone who called herself 'The Firehawk'. For the second time, I listened to the echo, as I didn't really pay attention after she said, 'I'm just like you. I've also got the marks' the first round I listened. I started the echo. Her voice sounded distressed, but not scared, and fire cracked in the background. Based on what I heard, she was probably just another bandit, but she said she knew about my tattoos, that she could help me, so I guess it's worth looking into at least. "Come to Pandora. I can help you, but only if you help me."

Go figure. Of course she wanted something.

"Prove to me you're on my side, that you've really got the tattoos, and I'll help. Bring me the Vault Hunters. You might need their help. Just remember, don't let anyone follow you, except the Hunters." I heard a crash in the background, as if a bomb had gone off. "Hurry, I may be dead before you get here…" the echo went dead. I gave one last glance at my arm. As if on cue, it glowed and sent shockwaves up my body. I scowled. "It's gonna' be one of those days.".

I dressed myself and brushed my hair. I grabbed my pack and book, which I've always had. My mother said that it would help me with my 'disability', and I stroked the cover of the book. A shiver went up my spine as it amited its usual pulses of energy into me. I smiled and hooked it to my back and pulled the pack over it. I grabbed my gun (with my untattooed hand, of course, so it wouldn't charge) and hung it on my side.