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You awoke to a sound that you hoped to never hear again.
"SCP-001-27, Prepare for testing."
You're baggy eyes are only now registering those blinding unnatural lights as the sound of footsteps grows closer. You've been here so long, time doesn't feel like anything, you had hoped you would be dead by now, fantasizing about the calamity you're death would cause in the back of you're mind. You thought they would help at first, but they didn't. As the guards pull on tubes & shackles, taking you off the bed and into a wheelchair, you think about the dream you had.
It was a cold, long night in a desert. A hungry pack of -insects children crying on the sand as titans walked upon clouds of meat. A king begged for his tailor as he his clothes were ripped apart. A man robbed of his destiny, hoping to pass his sword upon another wielder. A group of three men stood on basalt, their cries left unanswered. A land cut from being. A jealousy that spilled the first blood. A deal between master and servant. A blessed pattern punished a tarnished people; their bodies still burn without smoke. A man tearing himself asunder to forget his own voice.
You opened your eyes as the guards wheeled you off into a new part of you're prison, thrashing & roaring echoed in the distance. The doors closed, machines whirred, and scientists took out their instruments. You were one of them; that was a fate you couldn't escape.
A saviour for the people.
A cure for a disease.
A tool to use.
A hole to fill.
A thinking corpse.
A beast showed itself. You're bones contorted as you tried to push yourself up from the wheelchair, further crushing the stumps that were your limbs as you stood up to face the beast clutching a nearby wall. You heard old acid sizzling off the reptile as it moved closer, opening its rotten mouth to speak.
IS IT TIME?
"Get closer."
The beast moves forward until you can feel it breathing right ahead. You stretch you're arm towards the beast, running it back & forth its forehead, hearing it growl.
"The time will come soon, when he gathers us all together."
HE IS DEAD
"There is another. There is always another. Always will be another until it is done."
WHY DO YOU STILL WILL TO DO SO?
"Because I can't help but love them, no matter how much some have hurt us. It is the same with you, disgusting abomination that you are I cannot help but pity."
HIS FAULT. NOT MINE. I AM DISCARDED. HATE IS LEFT.
"Yet you judge them as the deciver does."
NO.
"Hmm?"
HE FOUND THEM UNWORTHY. I FIND THEM DISGUSTING.
"Even us?"
YOU ARE BUT A WALKING WILL, LIKE I WAS. I CANNOT HATE WHAT WAS FORCED UPON THEE.
"I'm glad then. Are you ready?"
I LOST MY CHOICE A LONG TIME AGO.
"That's not true. You know you never gave me your name."
NO NAME TO GIVE. SHED SKIN IS NOT REMEMBERED.
"Even in you're last moments, you cannot see his mercy, his love to the abomination that spawned from that original, twisted love?"
MY STRIDE IS A CURSE. THERE HAS BEEN NO MERCY.
You take you're hand off the beast, sitting back down on the wheelchair.
"Has she not kept you company?"
The beast grows in a low, pathetic tone.
IS THAT A MERCY TO THANK FOR?
"That's up to you, but no matter what happens, you'll be there when everything is in order."
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?
"Despite everything, I can still hope."
Red alarms bleed through the cell as the beast is instructed to leave, a monotone voice ordering around commands as guards come to take you back to the dreams, as if it never happened. The beast lurches towards the opening door, a giant vat of acid ahead. The beast looks back for a final time as you are wheeled away, you stretch you're head back as much as possible, turning to whisper to the beast.
"It's Mary."
"THANK YOU."
The beast is lowered into the vat of acid, never to come up again.