Doctor Nails
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How long has it been?

How long has it been since I’ve felt any kind of rush? A century? Five centuries? It may as well be an eternity.

Long ago, I was a warrior, assisting whomever I saw fit. All that mattered was the challenge. The more powerful the opponent, the more of a thrill the fight was. Eventually, an unusual group had captured, and imprisoned me. I had my fair share of breakouts, and each time, more fell to my blade.

Eventually, my jailors made me an offer, Work with them as part of a special team, and I would be given plenty of opportunities to sate my bloodlust. Of course I agreed. They outfitted my neck with a strange device, apparently, it was meant to keep my thirst under control. Of course, I subjected the chosen men to the most intense of training regiments. The best must be ready for anything.


Mission Statement: Support of SCP-076-2 ("Able") in the field, in high risk tactical situations.

Task Force Organization: Task Force Special Asset "Able," Task Force Leader ████ ████████████, 10-20 field agents divided into five teams of 3-5 each. Members of the team are to be personally selected from elite field agents by Subject Able himself, in order to maintain a smooth relationship between the Artifact and the mundane elements of the Task Force.

Security Protocol: SCP-076-2 ("Able") is to wear a device attached to the neck that, if triggered or tampered with, will immediately detonate, terminating SCP-076-2 by way of complete destruction of the spinal cord, trachea and all major blood vessels in the neck. A tracking device has also been attached to SCP-076-2's person. It is to refrain from killing unless ordered to do so, and is to avoid causing damage to the organization's facilities.

Armament and Equipment: Team members are to be armed and equipped in accordance with MTF doctrine. As Subject Able has shown no inclination to use firearms, or in fact, no understanding of their use or tactical implications, he is instead to be armed with one or more edged melee weapons of his choice.

Addendum: For God's sake, ████, find these guys something to do. Able's getting bored, and he's started putting his team through live fire exercises: they get bullets, he gets training weapons. Have you ever seen someone break a man's jaw using a Nerf sword? He's not gonna stop until someone gets killed. - Dr. █████ █. █████


Our first assignment went perfectly. My jailers had become my Brothers in Arms. Eventually, The men saw fit to introduce a new member to my team, with my approval of course. I had expected a mountain of a man, trained to perfection in the art of war. To my surprise, they instead had a child in mind. I had thought it a mere joke, but to my surprise, the girl could manipulate anything with but a strange device she carried. She bested me in a battle of speed. The girl had my utmost respect. In the right conditions, she could easily best me. With my approval, The team was split in two. My side would focus on combat, while hers would focus on stealth and reconnaissance. I suppose knowledge is a weapon of sorts, but when was the last time you saw someone destroy a monster with but knowledge?


FROM: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
TO: General ██████ Bowe, ████
SUBJECT: Problems
[DATA EXPUNGED]

Despite our best efforts, Subject Able is proving difficult to control. All our attempts to keep him engaged have been more or less unsuccessful.

The problem is, he's a perfect killing machine, and that's all he wants to do. Which seems like exactly what we wanted, but the problem is, we can't seem to turn him off.

[DATA EXPUNGED]

I'm running out of missions to give him, and the ones I've got left aren't engaging him mentally. He's starting to lash out at the other team members. It's only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Requesting permission to discontinue the project and neutralize Able temporarily, until we can find something more for him to do.


For quite some time, all was well. My thirst for combat was sated, and my Partners were doing whatever they wanted. It’s none of my concern. Even if they once told me what their goal was, I have long since forgotten. Eventually, the missions stopped coming. The wait between them became unbearable. My steel thirsted for blood. Eventually, I could stand it no longer. My Partners had made a horrible mistake. They allowed me to become bored.


FROM: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
TO: All Staff
SUBJECT: ALERT

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED ALERT

SCP-076-2 has disabled the explosive collar failsafe and gone out of control. All staff to high alert. Further requests as events warrant.


FROM: AUTOMATED DEFENSE SYSTEM, CONTAINMENT AREA-25
TO: All Sites
SUBJECT: FINAL OPTION ENGAGED

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE. DO NOT REPLY

As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has engaged its on-site nuclear warhead on ten-minute countdown.


It was over. My team lay dead at my feet. They were not as skilled as I had thought. My lust finally sated, all I could do was roar. And there were plenty more to slaughter. I made my way through the winding halls, searching for my next target. That’s when my vision was clouded by a bright flash of pure white. I awoke in the coffin, as I always did, I made my way out of the chamber I had found myself in, and almost immediately, I was bombarded by a storm of projectiles. My vision went black. When I next awoke, I noticed my chambers had my Partners symbol on the wall. Realization finally hit.

My Partners became my Jailers once more.


FROM: O5 Command
TO: All Sites
SUBJECT: Containment Area 25 Final Option: Response

As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has been destroyed by detonation of its on-site nuclear warhead. Sites 67 and 68 are to activate the FEMA protocol and secure the location as soon as possible. Official cover story will be released by RAISA to all personnel once drafted.


When the monsters were set loose, I was finally freed from my bonds. All those people, fresh for the slaughter. For years, I had more fun than I ever thought possible. My blades bathed in a bacchanalia of blood. Then they were gone. All of the humans were dead. For years I didn’t believe it. For centuries, I endlessly searched for someone to quench my thirst. Eventually, I crossed the ocean. In a new land, I found them. People. A city full of them. With great anticipation, I began my massacre.

Nothing.

After all these years, I could finally quench my thirst, and yet, I felt nothing. There was no joy, no anger, no thrill. Not even the slightest twinge. There was only horror. I had grown bored once more.

I've since heard tales of great monsters and gods that now roam the lands. I now seek the most powerful of these. Perhaps the sorceress Tofena, or the mysterious Everman shall finally give me a proper battle. If not, I shall simply seek out this Drakgin I've heard. These new people worship him as a god of war and battle. I know not what the future may hold, but whatever the case, when I finally find a worthy opponent, our battle will be legendary.