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Half past eight p.m …
The SCP-XXXX gave a breath and said: "Hopefully it works" with its bubbly but clear voice.
It was time to be fed, he did not wait for food, he hoped to strain some of his blood while there was still a free space between the window and the emergency door.
and so he did …
The SCP-XXXX managed to cause an error in the system to deactivate the pistons and pass. He didn't care about the temperature, in fact, he never hurt the staff when he escaped if locking up scientists in a room and removing the security card doesn't count as damage.
SCP-XXXX deactivated the pistons to escape and, if necessary, use the ventilation systems to not be detected and, subsequently, the ducts to leave to Chicago, USA, where it began to roam the pipelines, although it did not look for innocent blood , SCP-XXXX did absorb the blood of a rat to feed itself, even if the taste was unpleasant.
Looking for clues he found an abandoned abandoned dog food factory belonging to the inhuman cult, which he recognized by a symbol carved by nails, stones or some solid material, but upon entering he saw almost nothing, not because of the emptiness, but because they were tall night hours Even so, he could see a very light light, following it SCP-XXXX did not find a corpse, nor a member of the cult, but found a series of unknown symbols, except for 2 that he did recognize: One looked like a snake in the middle of a "K", which meant "Hello and goodbye", a sign of a kidnapped, which reassured SCP-XXXX knowing that no one felt the pain of betrayal like him, even so, he knew that, indeed, they sacrificed Someone, only maybe they had found him before him, the other was a kind of fusion between a lung and an "E", the SCP-XXXX recalled that an organ and an "E" means that the organ was removed ( hence the "E").
So, as plan B, SCP-XXXX thought this would end where it started, infiltrating a vehicle heading to the airport hid inside the suitcase, in a shampoo bottle, taking advantage of the fact that the shampoo was made with smell to fruits, therefore it was reddish, managing not to be recognized by any method inside the airport, when passing to the flight to England, it was not difficult to hide among suitcases.
Upon arrival, I arrive to Bradford, England. He went back to the building where he was created using the same trick that in Chicago, when he arrived at the factory he saw him, he recognized the face with that evil smile he saw before those three bright lights came on while he was tied at a table, before being one of the few humans who returned from death, before all their blood was removed and put in a jar, engrave that face that with tears in their eyes pursued while cursing from all their hearts, although he could never catch it, He didn't cared about the crying of some, just for trying to satisfy his heart.
SCP-XXXX chased him, he ran all over the building chasing the traitor, the murderer…
"You!", "You gave me life just to ruin it!" he shouted furiously at the traitor. "Tell me why you did it?" said the blood mass.
"It was my duty," said the hooded man, "Too bad I had become fond of you," he said as he took off his hood, rebelling that it was Simmons, Amos Simmons, Trevor's former partner. Although SCP-XXXX didn't seem to care, he only cared about killing, taking revenge against the one who gave him life.
"This is your fault!" It was the only thing SCP-XXXX said before mutilating with his hands, hard as stone, to Simmons the traitor.
Without any regrets, SCP-XXXX surrendered to the foundation, only saying "My mission was accomplished, and evil has gone with Simmons' life."
