Miles in the Western darkness she heard the frightened bells chime. Her father had checked on her; despite her wishes. Amelia glanced behind her, watching Atlantica light up in alarm. The guards dispersed from the castle in search for their run away princess; she could see their shadows dance in the castle light. She would be lost to them; her dark features would blend with the caliginosity around her. Amelia's mind whirred as she listened to their calls. A few of them sounded genuinely worried, but were she to jump out they'd barely look at her.
This moment of thought ended, and her fins began to work. She stayed low to the dull ashen sand; her emerald eyes a head. Darker and darker the land grew around her, and Amelia's heart sank as her fin bumped into a jagged sign. 'BEWARE MERS! YOU ARE ENTERING OCTOMERE DOMAIN' Amelia rubbed her fins, reading the sign in silence. "Already?" She cursed in a whisper. She was unaware that the Octomeres lived so close to thier own... Well, her fathers territory.
Her squinted in the opaque water, praying that she didn't bump into one of the terrifying creatures her father described to her. He'd told her of Ursula. That she was a sick and gruesome Octomere. Amelia scrunched her caramel nose in disgust. She could still hear some of the calling guards, her back to them forever. Amelia picked up her pace, swimming faster than she ever had before. One of her hands grazed something sick. Something smooth. Blindly she pressed against it with her fingers.
Amelia's mind whirled with possibility. Was this some sort of material that her people had yet to find. Yet to use for themselves. Amelia placed her second hand on the slick material. In the silence of her own thoughts, Amelia took the dagger from her waist; placing it against the urbane thing. A pale purple hand grabbed hold of her wrist firmly and a second was placed overher mouth to stifle the scream that had been arising. Emerald eyes, filled with terror stared into the black sea around her. She should have brought some sort of light source.
"Don't scream." A rugged, obviously male, voice ordered darkly. The plae purple limbs drug her up to face the creature. The disgusting, vicous, nauseating, hateful and... Undeniably handsome young man. His face matched the color of his hands, the pale purple. His eyes were a shimmering gray; almost silver. He posessed high cheek bones that were high and visable on his slender face, supported by his defined jaw line. White hair, dimmed in the dark water, framed his face falling onto his broad shoulders like feathers. He wore no shirt, exposing a hardened; worked chest. Just below his navel were eight black tentacles. She couldn't help but stare at the strange sight. Her father hadn't told bits of the truth.
The massive strange Octomere man... He was frightening, and yet tempting. Amelia stared at him for a long time as he surveyed her with cold eyes. His grip loosened and she took her chance, shooting up and out of his hands. "Wait!" She heard, but refused to be taken in by their kind. Amelia swam harder than ever before, her fins aching. Her hair flailed violently in the rushing water. Something hard smashed into her side, pushing her into a device. Her father had explained it once before. It was large, holding a few fish. there were small holes all over it and each of them caught onto her every move. A net! That's what he'd called it. Amelia panicked, trying to swim forward. But of course her wrist was caught in the net. "No." She whispered as she watched the surface of the water come closer. Her head broke free, and the fishermen hanging over the side of the massive ship gasped. Her fins were exposed and they hauled up for a closer look. Amelia let out a wretched scream, the scream of a true born siren. Some covered thier ears while others acreaned abd writhed, hauling with all their might. Her body lifted from the water and once more Amelia paniced. "Free me!" She screamed and the men looked stunned. "Bring it in, lads!" An unseen face called to them and they obeyed. Suddenly the net sunk a bit and her bottom touched cool water. "Free me!!" She cried out. Her own dagger stuck up from beneath, slashing a gapping hole in the net. Amelia's body fell into the ocean, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in thanks.
She could hear angry yells as their pale faces drifted away. The Octomere's hands were wrapped around her waist, dragging her back into the dead water. Once more his hand was placed over her mouth. She wriggled in his arms; thoughts of capture spinning in her head. The man set her in the sand, stepping back. "Why're you here?" He demanded, her dagger gleaming at his waist. Amelia said nothing, refusing to speak to the handsome monster in front of her. "I'll ask you once more." He stated very clearly, his voice rugged and yet smooth. "Have it your way, Mermaid." He added when she was silent once more. The Octomere lifted her as she slammed her small fists into his back. She wanted to scream at him, but still she demured to use her voice. Frusterated, the Octomere pinched a nerve on the back of her neck. For a moment she kept up the fight, but it wasn't long before her sight drifted into complete blackness. He'd knocked her out.
The sound of humming filled her cranium when she regained consiousness. Amelia tried to rub her eyes only to find that her hands were restrained. Her lids fluttered open, staring out of a cage. Her heart began to race as the fear kicked back in. She'd be lost forever; trapped in the metal cage. He'd probably chop her up and feed her to his people... She would be the pet of an Octomere the rest of her life. Amelia looked around, seeing the Octomere not to far from her little cage. The lighting was much brighter than it had been out side of the cottage, but she could at least see. The room that he had her in was both a living room and a kitchen. Currently he sat in a hand made chair, sipping red liquid and reading. She watched as his tentacles swivled to the beat of his humming. Finally he glanced at her, and instantly her head fell. "Welcome to my humble abode." He said, the last word mroe of a scowl. Amelia sank back against the cool wall, glaring at the rope that was wrapped around both her wrists in an impressive knot.
"Can you not speak?" He asked, rising from the homemade chair. His gray eyes glared into green with such intensity; she feared hye would force the words from her mouth. With a sigh, he crossed the room to stare into her cage. "A mute Mer?" He muttered to himself as she glared at him. "I guess I have to take you to Aunt Ursula..." He mumbled, turning his back to her. "NO!" Amelia cried out in desperation, immediately regretting it. The Octomere turned, grinning at her. "So you can speak." He teased, having known she was capable. Amelia frowned at him, hating the look of pure satisfaction in his eyes. "Do you have a name?" He asked, shoving a plate of food through the cage. Amelia flipped it over with her fin as a sign of her rebellion, her eyes glaring at him with the heat of a thousand suns. "Stubborn one, aren't you?" He asked; almost charmingly. Amelia couldn't help but give him a clever smirk, uncaring of his opinion.
For hours he quized her, and for hours she was as silent as a mouse. His patience was impecable. "Who are you?" He repeated for te thousandth time, "Where are you from?" Amelia grinned, thinking of what her father would do to him if he were to hear of this. "Are you going to talk to me?" Amelia smirked at him once more. "I can easily fetch Ursula." He said with the raise of his brows, "Though she won't be to happy." He added quickly. Amelia's face scrunched in disgust, "Ame." She spoke up. The Octomere raised his brows once more. "Ame?" His shoulders jumped in a shurg, and she watched as his hair drifted back to his shoulders ever so slowly. "Oz." He finally replied in return. "Short for Oswald?" Amelia asked, slightly interested. Oz shook his head, "Shot for Maricoz." He corrected, watching as Amelia shook her head. Her eyes still glared at hi as she tried to push the locks of onyx for her caramel face. "Where are you from, Ame?" He asked, leaning on the cage; an arm hanging down on her side. "Why does it matter?" She snapped, "So you can send the bones back to my family once you've eaten me?" She muttered. Oz straightened, frowning in his anger. "We don't eat your kind.." He flamed, his voice rising. "You taste bland!" He snapped, "Too shallow." He accused. Amelia made a face at him. "Oh, and I'm guessing your kind are so accepting!" She hissed.
"You'll find out soon enough."
