Yeah, Paw-chan has a confession to make... This chapter has actually been done since before I posted the first one... Sorry, I just wanted to update this and Nightmare together. So, please read the second chapter of The Siren's Plea!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Secret Saturdays

Chapter 2

Brittany ducked underneath the Amarok's arm, panicking slightly. What was she supposed to do? Biting her lip, she made a rash decision.

As the Amarok leaped towards her again, she jumped back, landing perfectly on her right foot, straight on her toes. She didn't falter in her balance. She spun, dancing lightly in a circle around the Amarok quickly, said Cryptid waiting for the chance to attack his prey. Every two spins Brittany would change the foot she was spinning on, hair covering her face as she moved in her circles.

Once Brittany had completed her circle, she stopped and smirked, hair covering one of her eyes. She beckoned the Amarok closer to her with one of her fingers.

"Bring it," She smirked at the Amarok, voice wailing in her Siren language. The Amarok growled at her and jumped at the cocky Siren…

And met a strange wall refusing to let him out. It was a bluish green hue, and it went completely over him like a dome. Brittany smirked at him, and started to sing.

"Lower the Dome," She ordered. "Lower it, capturing the Amarok. Lower the dome and keep him inside." Automatically the dome began to shrink, starting to crush the Amarok with the lowering air pressure as it began to compress. The Amarok began to wail in pain, and the man that had called the fight shouted for her to stop, declaring the Siren the winner.

"Disperse the Dome." Brittany sang easily, and the dome disappeared and the same men that had forced her in were forcing the Amarok out.

It caused Brittany to shiver slightly- the fact that she was in this place fighting for her life. It was scary, yet, at the same time, slightly fun. It also made Brittany feel bad, she was fighting Cryptids who also didn't have a choice in fighting or not, just like her.

Brittany nearly jumped out of her skin when another Cryptid was led in. This one was a green panther type one with a bunch of huge thorns sticking out of its body.

"Now," The man from before shouted. "Let's see if the little Siren can hold the floor!"

Brittany gulped as the huge thorn covered Cryptid leapt at her…

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Brittany winced as she was forcefully led back to the cage she had been held in previously. She had lost, and had the cuts and gashes to prove it.

It had been a dismal loss, and she felt bad, even though she didn't know why. She couldn't possibly like this, could she?

Brittany sighed as she was shoved back in the cage. Now she was locked back in this cage with no way of escaping! Things were sure looking down on her.

With a sigh, Brittany put herself into a ball and settled herself in a corner of the cage.

"Home sweet home," Brittany muttered sarcastically.

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"I still don't think this is right," Zak said over his communicator to Doyle as his Uncle took his brother for the Cryptid fights.

Zak watched as his brother fought in the Cryptid arena. He didn't like this- it was cruel to the Cryptids.

Yet, to Zak's slight relief, his brother won all of his fights. It still scared him though, watching his brother fight all those Cryptids.

However, nothing prepared Zak for what came next.

"Now," Van Rook said. "Let's see if the little Siren from before can match the new champ of the ring."

That caused Zak's heart to clench. Siren? He didn't mean- did he? No, that's impossible, Zak berated himself. She's with Miranda not here- is she?

And Brittany was forced into the cage.

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She was fighting again, and Brittany didn't want to. She just wanted to curl up and die. She didn't want to fight other Cryptids.

Yet, she knew that she had to- it was the only way she'd be able to survive in this place.

The outfit she had gotten when she had first moved in with the Saturday's was trashed. Her yellow skirt was in tatters, with big chunks ripped out of it. Her shirt was in just as bad condition, with one black sleeve completely ripped off, the other in such a state that it'd probably benefit her if she just tore it off now. Her black collar was gone, only one odd chunk sticking up that proved that there had been a collar at all. The middle section of her shirt, thankfully, didn't have anything wrong with it.

Well, except for it being soaked in blood as well as her skirt, that is. Scrapes, cuts, and gashes littered her exposed body and her feet were raw and bloody as she had no shoes. Her hair had more crimson highlights that were most definitely not natural.

"Fisk?!" Brittany gasped, hands flying to her mouth as she noticed her next opponent. She nearly fell to her knees in shock. She couldn't fight him! And, in her heart, she hoped that Fisk felt the same way.

Yet, she knew that she had to fight him, and nothing was going to stop the fight from actually happening. However, what Brittany wanted to know was why? Why was Fisk here? And where was Zak? It was rare that you saw the two apart. And who was that red haired man with the Mohawk?

None of this was making any sense!

In Brittany's wandering mind, she almost didn't notice Fisk jumping at her. In a flash she had spun out of the way with as much grace as a dancer. She knew that Fisk had chosen. They were here on some sort of a mission, and he needed to fight her. Brittany smirked to herself as she readied herself for Fisk's next attack.

He was her brother, but right now, that didn't matter in the slightest. She loved him, but she had to put up a good fight.

At least, an act of one, that is.

And the fight ensued.

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So, how was the second chapter? Dreadfully horrible? Don't lie to me, I'll be able to tell.

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-Scarpaw Signing Out-