Doctor Who
A Siren's Song - Prologue
The sky was gray as a chill hit the air, for it being in the middle of summer it was sure damp and muggy. A young man was smiling and humming a tune as he continued down the street to the pub He came across two ladies walking pass him, the young man smile which prompted a response back.
"Hello Charlie." A blond lass said.
"Heading down to the pub?" The brown haired lass asked.
"Yep nothing like a pint before heading to work." Charlie replied.
The girls laughed as Charlie gave them a nod and continued down the street. The moment he turned the corner the lad's eyes spotted old Crimson Dock, it was always empty no boat or ship ever dare to pull in. With his job being to watch over the dock he found it to be boring, but he didn't mind he was getting paid a pretty decent amount of money to sit around and do nothing all day.
Suddenly Charlie just stood there, the hairs on the back of his head along with the ones on his arms stood up as a strange prickling sensation washed over his body.
"Hm…something's not right here…" Charlie whispered.
Standing there for a few more minutes Charlie merely shook off the feeling, but the prickling sensation refused to go away. As he headed toward the pub his eyes grew soft as a melody whispered upon the wind. With his eyes barely open his feet dragged him closer and closer toward the dock's edge.
Soon he was standing just a few inches away from the lake as the water started to bubble. Lost in the sound of the melody he continued to sway back and forth with a goofy smile across his lips. The once calm bubbles increased as a rumble rolled through the sky. As the melody slowly faded Charlie's eyes wandered toward the lake. His eyes widen as he tried to pull himself back but it was too late. For a scale covered arm reached up from the lake as its hand attached itself to his face.
"Help! Someone Help Me!" Charlie screamed.
But his cries went unnoticed for at the pub the men merely watched from the window as the creature's hand pulled the young lad under. They remained silent as they sat back down at their tables drowning themselves over another pint of beer. Each man glanced around the room as they continued to drink on in silence; some hands were shaking as sweat formed across their brows.
"….Ah so she finally took him." Left the eldest man in the pub's lips.
The eerie silence continued for everyone was too frightened to utter a single word. There is a secret in their town, a secret no one ever talks about for if they did who knows they might be the creature's next victim.