My mother was the first Siren. She didn't kill sailors with her voice, until my father came along. She fell in love. She tried to make him fall in love with her, but she was only to fail. One night she sang songs to herself about her love for the sailor. He heard them as he walked back into town after a long night at the tavern. He ran to my mother and into the sea. He and my mother collided into an embrace of love alas, the sailor couldn't swim, and soon drowned. She mourned him and took her anger out on all of the sailors on the Aegean. Soon she found out that she was pregnant with me. We would drown sailors together until a ship of soldiers was fishing. Fishing for monsters. I was caught in their nets. My mother cried out for me but to no avail. Soon I was gagged and thrown aside, never to age again, never to see my mother again. I was thirteen that fateful day. I was thirteen the rest of my life.

Winged Boy's Point of View

I had no parents, plain and simple. I lived in the sky. I had no name, no responsibilities, and no friends or family. It was a sad existence, a lonely one. I flew through the skies at day and nested at night. I was thirteen when it happened. I was used to hunters shooting at me. Normal hunters, not monster hunters. I heard the whoosh of an arrow flying through the sky and I swooped to the left to avoid it, only to get hit with an arrow on my left too. I frantically flapped my wings trying to stay aloft, trying to avoid the large expanse of blue ocean below me. When I feel myself being yanked downwards, until I see a small blue ship. I hear frantic screaming and see people rushing about, pulling a squirming net aboard the ship and tossing it aside. Soon I get down and thrown into a cage. I was thirteen when I saw her. I'm still thirteen when I met her, I'm still thirteen now.

Siren's POV

Present Day, 2018, the museum has been opened for thousands of years.

I sigh and lean against the walls of my prison. They collect "monsters" and leave us here as a spectacle. I'm always chained and gagged. I can't even whisper, they let me out two times a day. Breakfast and dinner. That's when I met the boy. He had chains around his back, there were no guards at meal times and supposedly no chains. He had four guards and I had no gag. I sit by him and the guards say,"Leave now kid."

I start up a song. A random song.

Oh she's sweet but a phsycho

a little bit phsycho

at night she screaming

I'm-ma-ma out of my mind

Oh she's hot but a phsycho

So left that she's right though

At night she screaming

I'm-am-ma out of my mind

Sweet but Phsycho by Ava Max

The guards turn to leave, as does the boy when I grab him and say,"What's your thing?"

"Wings"

"Have a name?"

"No you?"

"Cleo, but everyone calls me Siren Spawn, you can call me Siren, I'll call you Icarus."

"Cool."

He had dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, I had sea green hair that fell over my yellow eyes. Strangely enough I was pretty, at least in the world of the museum. He says,"You're a Siren!"

"So?"

"I mean, cool."

"I won't drown you. That's my mom."

"Oh."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen or 2531, you?"

"Same."

"Wow, you couldn't be? From the boat?"

"No! That was you!"

"Your mother was the lady screaming?"

"I try not to think about her. She's dead by now. We can only age in the Aegean and she can't live anywhere else. I'm half human so I'm safe."

I hear guards running into the room, some grab me and immediately put a cloth in my mouth and use thin, small metal chains to tie it on my face I nod at Icarus as I get pulled away, and ready for my next show.

I, despite not going through puberty, had large breasts, so they men who dressed me up for my shows had to put me in some pretty revealing stuff. I had ivory skin, and my human like yellow eyes stood out. But my shows were the best. They would put me in some water and tie people to their seats so they could hear me sing. It was the highlight of my days, the sea water. I get fifteen minutes in it before the show. Then they start the fog machines and give me a pointy rock to sit on. My hair and makeup wouldn't get messed up in the water so they had nothing to be worried about.

Josè and James dressed me up for my shows, my best friends, and insisted no gags or chains. Today James walked in and said,"Cleo! You're not going to like what we have today!"

He tears out shredded rags that loosely resembles a dress. I put it on and notice that I'm barely covered! I'm practically naked! Josè shakes up my hair and James applies my makeup to make me look "rugged and wild" basically like a monster. They let me out five minutes early to swim. Soon guards let in a net and fish me out, tossing me in a cage, taking a moment to stare, and set up for my show. I hear an announcer start,

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today we have the dangerous, killer, beautiful Siren! Be careful, her songs will make you leap for her into the cold abyss of the ocean! Some of my friends are going to fasten you to your seats to prevent this. Beware her beauty, for she is a beast. She can make you leap from your seats! The horrible, the terrifying, Siren!"

The guards throw me out onto a rock, occasionally letting their hands wander, and chain me to this one position, if I move I get punished later, even if I squirm or adjust my dress. I let into a song. A song of sadness and death, from a play called "Hamilton" written by Lin Manuel Miranda, called Hurricane.

In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet

For just a moment, the yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town

I didn't drown

I couldn't seem to die

I wrote my way out

I wrote everything down far as I can see

I wrote my way out

I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around

Total strangers, moved to kindness by my story

Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound

I stopped there, a later line talked about the death of his mother and I couldn't do it. I changed songs. I sang a few more until, on the wet rock I lost my balance and hit my head, I fell unconscious. I woke up in a dark room, the "curator" of the museum was standing there. I'm in my normal black shirt and leggings. He said,"You moved."

"Sorry sir, it's my fault I messed up the show sir."

He pulls out his belt and brings it down on my back. I scream and he says,"I've decided to brand all of the dangerous monsters in our museum. You and the bird boy. Bring him in."

Icarus gets dragged in and shackled to the wall the curator says,"Boy, I need to finish with her than you get branded."

I look at Icarus, a look full of pain and disparity when the curator says,"Take off your shirt so the beating hurts more."

"Yes sir."

I pull of the black shirt and the white undershirt, per usual and he brings the belt down again. I don't flinch. He says,"Scream or I beat the boy."

I look at Icarus, he's scared. This time he brings it down harder. My mother used to say,"Don't show them your pain, if you do they'll hurt you more."

Mother, I'm sorry. I scream and fall to the ground. The curator puts his boot on my back and holds me down. "Stay down Cleo! Please." Icarus yells.

The curator says,"So you two know each other, Siren Spawn."

"Yes sir."

"Yes we do sir!" Icarus interjects.

The curator says,"Boy, I asked her. Now she gets beaten more, and harder. Every time he makes a mistake you pay, siren."

He brings the belt down again with more force, I shriek as he does it again, and again, and again. He tosses me aside and I put on my shirt. He says,"Guards hold her left arm out for the branding."

He holds out a poker, at least a foot long a bit smaller than my arm, and he says,"I'll do yours slowly."

He eases it onto my arm and I scream as the guards hold me still, it takes thirty minutes.