chapter one: "you look so cold"
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As a young child, Anahita found it hard to fall asleep. The darkness seemed to eclipse her room, leaving her terrified of sleeping. Often, she had nightmares of the creatures which roamed within the shadows. Her father, Vas, crafted fantastical tales of adventure and magic to quench her fear, staying with her until she slept. He would always tell her how endless his love for the little girl was, after all, he had nothing else to love.
Anahita's mother had died when she was a baby, meaning that she had little to no memories of her. The only memories she had of her mother was of a woman singing down to her in her crib. Her hair was purple and long and she smelled sweet. However, her face was cloudy and Anahita's father didn't have any pictures or drawings of her so she would never truly knew her face. Nereida, her mother, had been murdered by a group of men whilst Vas was out hunting. He arrived back to find his daughter, screaming and crying, whilst the Nereida's body slowly bled out on the sandy floor.
Thankfully, Anahita didn't remember that day or any of the days which followed her mother's death. Her father had buried Nereida's body at the end of the garden and planted flowers over it.
That was 12 years ago.
Anahita was out in the garden, gathering sea plants for herself and her father to eat when a loud bang sounded from the direction of her house. Her head snapped up in alarm and she stood up rapidly from the ground, the strong muscles in her legs rippling under her turquoise skin as she sprinted toward the sound.
"Papa?" her melodious voice called out.
Everything was silent. When her father didn't reply, she began to slowly walk up to the back of their small house where she had seen her father working before she left to sit in the reeds. Just as she was about to call out again, her father's panicked cries made the temperature of the water which surrounded her drop 10 degrees.
"Anahita! Get out of here! Run-" reached her hyper-sensitive, pointed ears before a sickening squelching noise cut off any speech. Dread filled Anahita as she continued to creep toward her house.
"Papa?" she spoke quietly; anxiously. There was no noise except the sound of her heart pulsating. She pushed open the front door, stepping inside.
The inside of the house was a ruckus: the colourful flowers which she had picked the day before were strewn across the floor and what little furniture the family possessed, had been upturned and ripped to shreds.
Although she wanted to cry out for her father, she didn't, knowing that whatever had happened wasn't going to be solved by her screaming her head off. Instead, she tiptoed on through the house, looking for signs of her father or the source of the mess. Turning around a corner and entering her room, she spotted four claw marks etched deep into the wall. Her slim, blue fingers trailed lightly along the carvings before she spun around and headed back towards the kitchen area. Apprehensively, she stepped inside completely, feeling oddly relieved when she didn't see her father's fallen figure. Despite this, her relief was short lived as within the rippling water, the dark-blue, sickly colour of siren blood swirled.
She gulped and as she breathed in, the scent of her father overwhelmed her senses. At that moment, she felt incredibly light-headed. Her legs shook and her breathing accelerated as panic set in. There was a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest, in her heart. She fled the room, speeding out of the house and down the steps leading toward the entrance, silent tears dripping down her face. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she tripped on the final step, colliding with the long sea-grass which grew outside her house. She didn't even attempt to get up and ignored the warm, syrupy blood which oozed from the cuts on her palms from the fall. She only moved her body to curl into herself. With her light blue arms pulling her long legs up to her chest, she sobbed loudly.
Her cries of agony and distress were carried along by the ocean's tides so that all the creatures of the sea heard her sorrow. Anybody who heard the siren's melancholy song instantly felt themselves feeling exactly what Anahita felt. Every person within 30 miles of Anahita's location could feel her intense sadness and it was as if they were under some type of compulsion spell. People on the beaches of Balos were walking into the ocean and not coming back up for air, others were throwing themselves off the cliffs into the sea. Nobody could control their actions, it was like some type of primal instinct had taken over and there was no way of stopping it.
Within just 10 minutes, over 200 people were already dead yet nobody could explain what was going on. The elders of the island warned people of evil creatures which lurked in the depts of the sea, luring poor, undeserving souls in with their hypnotising voices and their otherworldly beauty. Everybody began to plug up their ears, not wanting to risk hearing the siren's song. Even the normally rebellious people were smart enough to avoid going anywhere near the ocean.
However, this didn't mean that the deaths still didn't continue.
Unexpecting travellers on holiday had no clue about the noise, leading to them being the first to be influenced by the cries, after the first initial wave of people who died. They were soon followed by anybody who accidentally listened, not plugging up their ears properly. Within two days, half of the island was dead.
The authorities who didn't die instantly managed to get the majority of the area's population out of the hazard zone and the government was soon involved. Nobody knew what the hell was happening, but if there was one thing that they knew for sure it was that drastic action was needed; help was required as soon as possible. So they called the only person they could think off: Tony Stark.
Welcome to my new fanfiction! This story is going to be a Peter Parker/oc fanfiction because I'm literally obsessed with everything Tom Holland, Spider-Man and Peter Parker. thanks for reading. bye.