He is the body; I am the mind…control comes to the point where it burns. Just the simple command of trying to curl a toe or point a finger is exhausting. He stirs in the back of our head slowly taking back control of this body. I fight back trying to have just one more minute of peace, but is shoved back by a violent force.

"THIS IS MY SKIN SACK 'MISTA!"

Grabbing a wooden board he slams it full force onto our head. To me the world spins a bit; he shakes it off, like nothing happened.

'Okay, mister, I get it, I get it…let's just go find something to eat…'

Not to my surprise we found ourselves munching on some spiderant eggs which is something I've gotten over since he'll shove anything down his throat to chew when or if he's hungry. After finishing our little lunch, he got restless and tried entertaining himself; first by putting a pot on top of his head and smacking it with a wooden spoon, then started screaming about no-one getting to see his meat bicycle.

'Alright big guy, let's go for a walk'

He responded back with a grunt and soon we were on our way…

"It's been a couple days since I landed on Pandora," Maya licked her lips to moisturize them

"So far I believe that Brother Sophis' only true words were about this planet…" She stopped in front of a seemly run-down bar, bringing the ECHO back to her lips "But I hope I'll be able to find something out about my siren background…hopefully."

Releasing the REC button and stashing the ECHO device back into her bag, she enters the bar. As she enters Maya's senses are assaulted by the smell of alcohol, smoke, and blood. Silently she approaches the bartender.

"Wut canna git cha'?" The bartender smoking a cigarette flicks out a small shot glass and is ready to pour a drink without giving me a glance before I interrupt him.

"Ummmm…." The bartender then looks up with surprise "I'll just have some water….sir…" his mouth goes slack, and the cig falls off his lips and onto the counter. "Sir" I repeat again "could I also get some information as well?" and slowly slide some 100 dollars towards him. He shakes himself out of his little trance

"Hu...w-w-wah?" he looks down at the money presented on the counter before composing himself.

"Uhm...miss?" he started "lemme gitcha' a drink first." Replacing the shot glass with a mug and quickly fills it with cool water. I drink down the clear liquid and place another 100 down on the counter. I look at the bartender; his eyes look at anything but my own. I try to speak to him again.

"Si-"he holds his hands up "please…..ma'am, call me Silas. An' let's not talk over 'ere" his eyes scan the room "Better in secret." He motions towards a door behind him; I assume it's his office. I nod and follow. Once inside the tiny room, he glances back then bolts the door with a series of locking mechanisms. He looks back at me and puts both of his hands in front of him. "Just bein' safe ma'am."

"Please call me Maya, Silas." I look around the room, a shotgun resting on a poor excuse of a table with some shells beside it. "But being safe for what?" I asked. Silas rubs his arm (nervous I bet)

"It's jus' dat nobody around 'ere 'as seen a Siren 'ere in a while..." His voice was shaky. But in my chest, hope about my origins was climbing.

"How long was this? And what happened to the Siren?" More questions were starting to form in my head. Silas scratches the back of his head

"Well…..tha Siren appeared mor' then umm…I think some five years ago." (Damn, 5 years ago…that's a while ago, but she could still be alive…) "And do you know where is she?" my mind played out so many scenarios about this Siren. Silas sighed and sat down on a stool when he looked up to me I could sense some sort of sadness being emitted from him.

"Yeah I know where she's at…" He pulled out a small bottle of whiskey "6 feet underground over in New Havn' " My hopes came falling down "Hyperion came over 'ere an' burned the place down to tha ground…" He took a swig from the bottle and sighed again.

"Anythin' else miss Maya?" his voice quiet. I nodded my head "Yeah, just one more thing." "Go ahead then" He repositioned himself on his stool. I took another breathe "Do you know anything about the Vault?" Silas stopped in mid swig.

"Aye" he said "lost lots o' friends o' mine goin' afta' th' Vault…" "Oh…I'm sor-"He interrupted me "Nah…I'm can't bring back wut is gone" another gulp of whiskey "But aside from 'em rumors I can't help ya…sorry…But you could check out Santuary…" He looked so broken and fragile. I pulled out a couple more 100 dollar bills and placed them on the table.

"No….no that was more than what I thought I'd get…Thank you." As I walked out of the room Silas held my hand for a moment.

"Be careful out there ma'am…" I raised my eyebrow "Why?" He looked around again "'Cause Hyperion put a bounty on ya…" again I asked why "'Cause of yer powers and the fact yur a Siren Hyperion thinks yur a threat…and th' bounty is pretty high…So…so, be careful ma'am…" I placed my hand over his "Thank you Silas…and it's Maya." And with that I left the bar.

Hours later…..

After a small run-in with a local bounty hunter, we slowly walked along a train track with him yelling more obscene words.

"I'M READY FOR A DAMN SPINE TINGLER!" 'Oh just shut up' I just wanted him to stop with the yelling.

"SHE CAN TASTE THE BLOODY HATRED!" 'Guess I take that as a no….god dammit'

I could feel a slight vibration in the tracks 'Hey…I think we ought to get off the tracks…'He didn't listen to me and continued yelling

"WHERE IS THE RED LIQUID I DESIRE FROM MY FOES!"

The vibrations were really strong now 'KRIEG JUST FUCKIN' LOOK BEHIND YOU!'

Finally he turned around and barely had enough time to jump out of the way of the train, but not fast enough and we landed sprawled onto the ground. As Krieg looked up he swore he was seeing things. A blue haired girl stood at the station held some sort of weapon. She looked like some heavenly being of sorts

'Is…is that a Maliwan smg? ...oh god…oh god she's a Siren…A warrior who could kill me with her brain…She's so beautiful.'

"…S-Siren?..." It took his eyes a bit to focus on her. And his eye widened with either awe.

"…Can I swallow its soul?"

Maya stood a little shocked at the person wearing a strange mask which had a breathing apparatus and a patch covering one of its eyes, all the while wielding some sort of weapon which seemed to be a buzz-saw mixed with an axe. She squinted her eyes a lil' bit more, before realizing what she was staring at, "Is that a Psycho?"