Iris passed Cain in the main assembly hall. She should say hello, or he would do that this time actually, to her suprise the reserved man was full of openness.
"Iris, hello."
"Hey. You seem more… Alive. Can I say that?"
"Do not mind. For it is true. Say… we will be getting a new addition. I've worked hard to get it included can I speak to you on the subject matter?"
Iris was unsure. What was he excited for? Given the uncharacteristic cheeriness of the man she might as well as find out.
Iris nodded, still very unsure." Sure. You can."
"Come to my office tomorrow. I'll have a meeting scheduled." Cain walked on past, there was notably more energy to his pace. Iris spent the rest of her routine wandering who or what he would have wanted to contribute so fervently. She just hoped it wasn't… no, it couldn't be…
She kept her hopes low all throughout the night.
__
"Iris entered the office, she sat on a chair whose padding had been replaced with nylon. In fact most personal effects of the office were non-organic. Iris spotted something peculiar on his desk. A yo-yo? Upon the touch the metal vibrated her senses, not in a bad way, it was more of a soothing ordeal.
Cain emerged from a room. Iris quickly put the toy down," Sorry!"
"No, it is fine. You can't break it, I made sure."
"Is it for anybody? Or is it yours?"
"It is my nieces. However, it was confiscated it and is now in my possession. It will be sent back shortly. I only need it to document its properties."
"Niece? You have a-" Her face twitched back." Since-"
"Always however. We've held back on the topic, it's sensitive; but seeing her current situation, It was more than appropriate to intervene." he said."It would be better for her to live in a safer enviorment with some one she related."
"So she's your niece- okay. Then that means she has a father, who is-" her face fell in her hands. She groaned. "Why!?" Cain blinked he didn't expect her assumption to be that accurate." No not to that. Well, yes. But he was only one of her progenitors her main one."
"I don't- so she is his kid?"
"Her main benefactor and nurturer, yes."
Nurturer? What was nurturing about that monster?" Okay, you've lost me."
"We- No I, ask that you not judge her so quickly. She is exempt for our personalities." Cain handed Iris a copy of a file. It was for an SCP. She opened the Manila folder and read the contents. SCP-XXXX?
And this girls picture… she looks like she'd be one of the mean girls at school, with the prep school uniform. And her hair she had to comment:"Um does she die her hair?" because it was really red.
"She has at some points. But that is her natural coloration she gets it from one of her surrogate fathers."
"Another dad? Who?"
"My late youngest. Seth."
"What about her eyes?" they were blue, robotic like Cains light blue, despite that the impression she got was more or less that of a puppy, looking at the world without judgement.
"Her mother. Samson. They were originally, like hers, amber. But since the little one decided to use a aspect of her powers she had not yet been trained to control, she burned them away."
"How'd she get these?"
"Should I speak again, it concerns the one you dislike."
Iris groaned."Sure…"
"My brother tore out his own eyes for me to work with and she was given those. Hopefully she's learned her lesson."
"Okay hold on. How many people made her, and how?"
"Our reproduction works differently, I would be willing to demonstrate but the proccess-"
"NO!" Iris stood up, knocking her chair back."I'm fine — No please!
"-is complex…?" Cain was completely confused. Did she think…? He began to laugh." Any way, I can't, Iris."
"Oh." Iris sat down on the chair she picked up. She felt sooo proud. She could always count on herself to make things awkward.
"Sorry."
"No. It's fine."
"So um, what's she like-" just when she began reading the logs and memos, it would appear she answered herself." She's… surprisingly normal… not quite. I don't think I know alot of people who can rise from the dea-" then again, there was one…" I think there are rough places on a matches box that she can use, instead of herself. She talks about you guys… a lot."
Cain sighed mournfully." I'm surprised as well, that she doesn't resent us…"
"When is she coming?" "She will be visiting in two days. She will undergo evaluation." "Should I expect anything?"
"Yes." he said." Of a matter a fact. She is significantly troubled."
Iris narrowed her eyes." In what way?"
"She's 13. Or at least by our biological and mental standards. Also, she maybe slightly spoiled."
"Okay? She's a kid then? And how spoiled are we talking here?"
"This is only one her personal possessions." Cain said showing her the yo yo." She has many more that her father had given her, that are of higher… appraisal."
"God, please don't let it be a chainsaw crossbow." Iris prayed.
"HE wouldn't of given her anything like that." He said. I am sorry as well for the involvement of-"
"No, no It's fine. At least you told me ahead of time."
"The first day, she'll spend with me. You don't have to worry until the second."
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A chopper landed. There awaiting at the port was Director Sophia light, by her sides, SCP-073, and Director Tilda Moose.
Out stepped a girl with security escort, who led her over. Katherine Sinclair immediately raced passed going straight for Mooses entire wrist."Hello! thank you for seeing our opportunity!"
"Hello SCP-XXXX-"
"Why do you all where white coats, it makes it hard for me to tell you apart…" she said looking both ways, then she saw Cain. She inhaled the loudest wheeze none thought humanly possible, then knelt and darted, like a grasshopper she tackled the grown man off the platform with a hug. Moose and Sophia jumped out of the way in bewilderment and reflex.
"I missed you! I missed you! I missed you!" she sputtered, arms wrapped around him.
Cain grunted and sat up." I can tell."
"Yes!! Shut the fuck up!" Sam screamed violently.
Cain eyes hardened. Sam got up and heeded the warning." Okay. I won't swear. I'm sorry."
"I hate hearing you speak that way." Cain said standing up himself." It's inappropriate."
"Okay. Yup. I'm hungry. Sorry but I am."
Cain patted her head." We'll eat soon."
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Cain dribbled the ball between Sams' grabs he passed a shot straight over her head it got in.
"I win! That was a very good match, Samariah."
The girl was below the threshold for amusement. He only won because he was taller than she was. She walked over were the ball had rolled off, her face unreadable, and dribbled it herself. She tossed it at his head it bounced off, hurting her as well, she fell over. It went into the hoop. She lied on the ground, the ball struck down on her forehead beforehand. Twitching, she sat up shooting up her fist triumphantly.
"You were saying!?" she said in a note of beaten arrogance,"Didn't even have to look." the bruise on her temple fresh in development.
Cain chuckled nervously in a dry sweat.
With the bruise now healed, Sam slept on the couch, curled up in a weighted blanket. Cain decided to pause for the day, and turn on the video player. He sorted through movies and films, until momentarily geting up to handle some boiling eggs. When he returned, he found that all but one movie had gone missing, and Sam had become a mound.
He pulled off the blanket. Sam had taken to hiding all the DVD cases under her stomache.
"Do you want to watch this one?" he smiled raising the Iron giant.
Sam made a grunt.(which meant yes.) and returned all DVD cases.
"Ok then. This one it is."
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Iris entered the 23-B training area, she had waited several hours, when the gate had finally opened, she could see Cain embrace someone closely, and then allow them to walk up to her. The man waved at her too, then the gates shut. Security personnel on the perimeter wall kept trained vigilance on the girls below, making Iris nervous. The girl who came up to her, her reaction couldn't of been different.
"What the heck? Is this a prison?" Iris couldn't feel more frustrated with that observation. Sam set her sights on the blonde, the girl then entered her personal space and sniffed her. If she didn't she wouldn't been able to identify her with out the scent.
Iris could smell her flowery perfume. Sam put her wavy hair in a bun. By the way Sam did it, Iris likened it to a girl annoyed by too much effort. Which was kinda true, she didn't care much for hygeine, that much but seeing as though it was her achilles heel — can't have it damaged and her legs give out.
That and ruin one of her most prized assets, that and she grew to realize people like things that look nice.
At last Sam smiled smugly on her own conclusion. Iris was already uncomfortable with the close proximity. Sam leaned back hands on her hips." You nervous?"
"N-no! Please don't get close like that." Iris stammered.
"Oh that's right, you all believe in personal space. Sorry about that. I still don't understand how you work." Sam faced the prop urban area used for training, and drew her pistol." Hurry up will you? I can hardly see the value in getting to know you now. I'll be leaving soon." she drew her pistol and walked past the signal line, a laser permitted system initiated the training droids.
Moose oversaw the procedure, the wall of flat screens overlooked the area at every angle. "Initiating training droids." a woman announced.
Katherine Sinclair whispered a question." Training droids? Since when did you all have that?"
"We've been using them for quite sometime." Moose explained." By that I mean 5 years, they serve perfectly. Costly to repair… but that's why their laser driven. The guns fire are mainly non-fatal. For both parties."
Sam turned a corner, she was fired at by two droids, a plate given to her chest beeped, a smile on her face, she fired a made two under her arm pit. Expecting a bigger payoff than the harmless lasers that had the droids deactivated.
"The fudge?" was this laser tag?
Iris saw Sam's lit vest and groaned." Yeah, and you'd be dead, you can't just walk around waiting to get shot at."
"Oh… so I lost… that sucks… well, then, whats the point in taking things seriously now?"
_
"Looks like XXXX just got wasted." said Sophia." I mean she can shoot, but she has no way to coordinate herself."
"I wouldn't worry, the droids to have a defense setting, but they'll never break their programming. It's how we handle certain breeches." said Moose.
"Yeah, I can see what you mean." Iris said stepping over a collapsed droid." But doesn't that mean you should hold back a little? I mean their not human; but what if they were?" she asked." You would've killed them…"
"Pff, It's me or them." shrugged the red head, wondering, unable to gather why the fuck she'd say that." Besides if their people I don't know, how can you really care?" Sam said going ahead without a care. A plan, yes, hers was to rely on her instinct.
Iris scowled, she was lied to. This girl, was no better than him… when she thought about how Able treated Andrews the rest of the task force; how else would someone raised by him turn out?
Sam stopped she looked her directly in the eyes. Iris's, hers was a look she knew well, but the initial reaction of which, she had at first way back then, grew out of as soon as it appeared for the first time.
Now it was like the hit man agency, as usually, when someone looked at her like that they wouldn't be able to see again. However, given this girls past with… Sam couldn't blame her, she had no choice but to tolerate it.
After all, It wasn't like they never shared the same gaze, or perspective of superficial hatred.
Sam cracked a smile."I won't even begin to explain…"
Enraged Iris wanted to go the opposite direction, but that would break the rule of two she was taught, disgruntling, she followed Sams' lead at her own discretion.
_
Elsewhere, a woman in a feathered cloak sat at her open brief case, on the coffee table around it Classified case files: out of the dossier was scp-105's. The screen in her case gave live feed of the
events currently transpiring.
She lowered a manual and walked over to her hotel provided desktop. With a click of ENTER, lines of code scrolled down the page. After, the screen turned blue, Allison removed the USB, placed it in the briefcase, to the same effect.
Out the revolving doors, she checked out.
_
Suddenly the screens read blue with error. Moose flinched."What the- who- this?!"
'Defense procedure initiated. Code: 0078938.'
"Hold on! Stop it!"
_
Security MTF on the wall were ambushed by droids who locked onto thier organic readings. One by one the each hoisted each other to the top. Gun fire rolled past but the droids zig-zagged on by, and they were each shot themselves.
"MTF soft shell! retreat! the situation is beyond management!" said Moose.
The scope of Iris's laser rifle had its sights set, now all she needed to do was move a little to the left, let the recoil guide her shot. Iris paused in confusion completely stuck as her targets turned off. The green light that was once present, returned as one tinge of red. One in succession of another, they bolted off to Iris's level. Iris was taken by surprise as they swung in off tops of window frames inside.
Thier rifle of one reloaded it's self with actual projectile they fired.
Iris rolled out of the way, at the same time getting out her pistol, she landed one shot on her side, while the rest were dodged. She took cover behind a left over desk, the only thing shielding her from the hailstorm on the other side.
She clenched her eyes shut and waited for the end. The door flew off in the room, it made the two droids collide as it pushed into both. Out the window sills they destroyed with their flight, they landed generous distance away.
"What now?" said Sam looking around the room." Hey Iris? You okay? Where are you?"
"I'm-" she lifted herself up from behind the desk, did she, she would have walked into a live gun fight if that hadn't worked…"I'm okay…"
"Okay good. We should find somewhere to hide, I was taking a piss and the things attacked, harder than usual."
"They… I think they raised thier difficulty." But why!? Wouldn't they die at this rate, well her she was so sure about his, yeah…
After thier danger had passed, she heard the gunfire in the distance. This was some mistake, but not one under thier control."Lets do that, lets find a place to hide."
Sam sat in the custodians closet with Iris. Thier only saving grace was Iris's watch, that told them how long they had been there for: 3 hours. She lost track of time as her eyes rolled back. An partial siezure, she snapped out of it quick enough for Iris to ignore.
"Good thing they aren't live enemies." she said."Wouldn't of given us so much crap, they are just other peoples property weren't they? Also, your a pretty good shot. They let you bring a real gun in?"
"Yes… said Iris," she couldn't hold back her furry."Incase you wanted to kill me, or would."
"So, you'd shoot me?" Sam smiled, this was new to her."I'm suprised. You were talking about all that hippie stuff earlier."
"I wouldn't of done it then."
"Are you serious? You can't-" Sam decided not to judge her, for the last time." Not even if your life depended on it?"
"I mean if my life… yes I would."
"That's a shame. You're missing out on an opportunity." Sam said.
"What are you talking about!?" Iris said appalled, she was beginning to sound like those people. The ones who tried to force her to," Have you killed anyone?" who was she kidding of course she has.
"Honey, the blood on my hands could bleed me dry… a thousand times."
"And your proud of that?!"
"To an extent. I've come to an acceptance, that this world isn't all sunshine and sparkles, there's no pot of gold on the other end of the rainbow. No knight in shining armor, but, no damsels in distress either. But I relate to how you feel. After all in order to kill, you have to be the first victim. And, No, I'm not talking about my old man or my uncle." Sam said.
Iris looked at the girl." Did he do anything to you? Your father?"
"Nope. but wgat he does to, well others hurts just as bad. Cause everyone's just as guilty, but I can see why they would be… underneath all our make up, those uniforms, masks, is the same heart beat, and yet no one dances to the same tune." the girl poked her straw in her juice box, Sam sighed, maybe she took it to far." Sorry about that. If he did do the things I heard he did."
"If?? He did!!" shouted Iris, shooting to her feet while the girl below remained calm. "He killed all of them!"
The girl smirked a little." Really? And what are you gonna do about that?"
"Of course you would defend him," Iris stated." And what else can I do?"
Sam stood." No dummy. Not what I meant. And of course I will, but that's not the point, you got a reason now, not to fucking angst about but become stronger. I know how you feel, still, your not the only one he's hurt with his shit."
"But you said he never did anything to you…"
"Not me. But Others? did you not understand a thing I said earlier?" "Do you… hate him?"
"Fuck no, can't, he's my dad, but I'm not stupid." Sam stood up, she opened the door to the closet." You're not gonna use it, give it to me." Sam said looking at her gun.
Iris looked at it, then back at her." You already have yours. Also, these don't do anything! They just shoot lasers!"
"I can throw them, can't I? Two birds one stone. I'm not the one paying for all of this." Sam said, the way she did made chills breeze by the blonde. Iris's earpiece buzzed,
'105? 105?' it was Andrea. Iris fumbled the transceiver." Y-Yes!?"
"Good," Andrea sighed, hand layed on her chest. "You're alive. And XXXX?"
"She's right here."
"Don't move we'll have a squad out there soon?" Andrea spoke. Sam walked back over." How long?" she asked.
"4 hours. Their sending out Tau-5."
"You're going to send someone out to rescue us?!" Iris said, relief in her breath." Thank you!"
"4 hours?" Sam said bending over into the mic, less than pleased at the news. "And who the fuck is Tau-5?"
"A specialty unit. Just stay where you are. Do not confront the androids their settings have been boosted to optimal!" Andrea said. She couldn't stress that enough.
"Roger that."
"Hells no." Sams' voice, once sweet now sounded much more callous,"I'm not waiting that long for someone else to wipe our ass. We could be back by then. I'm gonna handle them."
Andrea face recoiled from the transceiver." E-excuse me!?" The hell did she say!?" It's only 4 hours!"
"Don't remind me! I don't even have my uncles DVR set!" Sam said. Iris looked at her. Was this- was she serious!?
"DVR for what!?"
"I think toonamis on, is it saturday?"
Iris blinked, utterly confounded." There just cartoons. And no it's monday."
Andreas nerves boiled, she can't believe she was dealing with this,"We'll set if for you. Just wait."
"Nope. It's still gonna be 4 hours. Also, I don't think I like the idea of others having to save me." Sam said.
"Normal guns won't work against them in that state!"
"Okay…"
'Good' Andrea voiced,'You've seen reason now-'
"No… I just wanted you guys not to hate me." she said, a cheeky grin on her features.
"Why?" Iris said. Oh, good lord why??
Sam lifted up her yo-yo." I forgot my uncle gave this back to me."
Silence rolled by.
'Iris…' Andrea began to ask on her end.' What happened…?'
"She just pulled out her yo-yo." Iris stated, eyes batting in shallow disbelief.
'The hells she gonna do with that?' Andrea said, then she thought back to XXXX's file, the things supposed to be a weapon.' Wait what does it do is there some hidden anomalous quality to it?'
"Nope. It's just a regular yo-yo. My uncle could have told you that."
"Then what the fu-" Iris wheezed out, "You can't use a yo-yo as an-"it took only a moment for Iris to notice she was talking to the empty closet air." Wait!? Where the hell did she go!?"
'She's gone!?' Andrea yelled.
"Yeah," looking ahead at the hole in the door," She didn't even open the door…"
'You wait there!' Andrea rose from her seat, switching off she called,"Sophia! I'm gonna need to get the files on that yo-yo!" she shouted from her rooms post.
Sophia didn't have them on hand, but they did have-"Someone call in 073!"
073, was there at a moments notice. His impression was more than exasperated, as on the screen as a unified image was his niece sneeking around bots. There was a range of thought flowing, but the most prominent: What did she do now?
"Yes?"
Sophia cut sentences for brevity."Child use yo-yo; Does work?"
"It should, it's a power conduit. What is going on?"
"Our defensive systems key had been overrided."
"Do you require assistance?"
"Yes but first. XXXX is incapable, to say the least, does this confrontation concern you? We need consultation."
The half cyborg looked up, on the screen Sam had sprang to the top of the roof, and was now walking to the edge.
"No, if any thing she's in her element." he said lightly.
"And what is that?" Moose asked in
"Like her predessecor: over the top combat."
_
Droids below scowered on search and destroy. Sam stepped on the edge of the 4 story training structure.
"Hey bolt brains!!" she yelled from the height, her voice reaching, every droids head turned at once stopping in thier routine function.
She pointed down a finger, it spoke of distaste and judgement."Next time some one takes a piss, don't join them!" bearing her teeth, she growled down her absolute justification."I hardly had time to wipe my ass! Now It's going to chafe! You know what? Now I'm gonna wipe it on your faces!"
All the droids effected stances of prepatory pursuit. Sam sighed, then shrugged. "Then again I can't expect things of cables and wires to understand the practice, the absolute integrity of togetherness with one and thier bowls!"
Each droid set out on a course to her position thier white limb plates a perfect blur for the partly clouded day sun. Sam dropped down in one weightless step.
All 45 droids.
Before they could raise their guns to aim, innumerable intersecting lines shined through, flames guided down: The razor wire of her yo-yo violated her enemies bodies altogether, their extremities severed to pieces in every direction. Every spare arm, torso, and head and blew away with her next dash.
Bullets of enemy androids specked the ground in an attempt to catch her after images.
They failed and she landed; without hassle, the girl stood fast.
Orangish-pink gloves of a blazing amber haze fitted around her digits— a burning flame given human form. Upside down she sprang forward like a snapped clothing pin into a cartwheel, bouncing off every kick she made, the droids compressed like soda cans beneath.
Pivoting on her waist she ended the onslaught — her body giving off a powerful yet very weird aura.
She hurled her fists and forward, throwing them whichever way into the bodies in the next wave of 20 victims. Each blow wafted streaks of pinkish-orange aura as they dispersed vapor waves and flames in rapid-fire succession, her victims scorched threadbare remnants of oil and cooked circuitry.
By the end, Sam met the far entrance of the training area 20 more bots were on their way.
She glided and closed the distance on a dash, she retreated back her elbow, and forced her fist through the sound barrier; scattered wind arches cut nearby blades of grass and tree trunks.
The droids and infrastructure of the training area. The South security wall was demolished out. Worn down 3 story buildings were wiped out as if by a large bomb. Clouds above parted and revealed the blue sky behind them. The column of blasts torrents air into the surrounding woods, the ditch it forged to the mountain all that's left of the view from where she stood.
And from where Iris emerged. She could stare right through the slide cut-shape in the landscape.
Sam nodded. "Yup. I totally went overboard. Mission accomplished." turning around she walked past Iris, who had just emerged. "Oh and Iris. This is the last time I save you. Next time, the rest is up to you; shouldn't be to hard, you seem tough; Coming?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"Your open minded enough? Just make sure to not seal your fate with your relunctance. Think about how much stronger you'll be once it's done. But don't push yourself, it takes time to be a complete badass."
Others within the site stared straight ahead at the screen. Someone needed to couph. Sophia walked up to Cain."What happened? And how?"
"I… she usually demonstrates restraint. Something must have upset her? I only stayed the previous as a quip; I am also not her father I can only assume."
Moose was already stressing out about the cover up… Dr. Sinclair hopped up and down patting her hands together enthusiastically."Bravo! Bravo!"
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3 later… after the postponment of XXXX departure. Sam stood waiting for the chopper to land. "See you Uncle Cain." she hugged him for the same to occur in return,"Goodbye." he said. It took off just as Dr. Sinclair boarded.
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Moose exited her office being at the foot of Mt. Saint Helens they always had the scape goat of blaming tremors, but they've since drained the mountain used it as an extra department. Or storage sector, Doesn't seem smart, but when plans go Arrai, where would you look for things? Moose locked her door a thumbprint and passcode (changed every three days per strategem.) There was still the matter of the costs…
"Director Moose?"
She turned her head in time to see Cain coming up, he held a note."How have things been since— you know what nevermind. Allow me to thank you for allowing me to see her."
"Your welcome…?"
"Here my niece left this on my desk."
"Okay, but before I take it, what is it?" She'd hope it'd anwser soon, she wanted to dive right in as soon as possible. Not because of enthusiasm for the contents, but, well yes maybe enthusiasm for the contents. But priority came first: safety.
"It's something she left in her guilt, she's prone, given her mind set."
Moose held out a hand."Let's see it." and so the piece of paper napkin was recieved.
"I've also conducted remote access investigation in the hack that crippled the exeriment, I've managed to by pass the encryption but found no traces of it's source."
"You did? We didn't ask you to do that-"
Cain nodded."That is true, however they didn't just endanger the foundation, Samariah was involved I could not allow a transgression of this weight go without immediate action."
Moose noticed something about 073's manner of speech."073, recently your talking has been, more fluid,"
"There is a reason for that. However I may have discarded that intel, my memory must delete in order to make room for further information." Cain said."Other than those instances it's endless."
"We'll look into that don't worry."
Cain smiled."I'm not."
For maps in question. All coordinates triangulate to the Leeward Islands of the Caribbean. Transcription reads."These are from my trips on the sea and gifts from my father for my birthdays; Whom could agree, that I've always made huge messes. Use these as my insurance coverage if I do, you know, do that."
Excursion led to a excavation of a chest 6 meters in deph. Contents included:
- Red crown set with a sum weight of 500 karats in emeralds, and other jeweled assortments.
- Necklace chained with 200 karat diamonds centered with a pristine cut Painite pendant.
- coral Ring set with a 98 Karat Gem quality Grandiderite
Extra Jewels and dabloons of 3 karats each maintained the rest of artifacts. A fin was also retirveved bio-analytical analysis linked it to know known species of fish, it was then revealed by XXXX that most of the possesions were stolen from,"Mermaids." survaliance of surrounding area is now in progress, as well as value estimation for recovered goods.
"Biggs!" Special agent Heather Page inturupted a T.V tray dinner by the laptop. Bartholomew Biggs It was his break, but seeing as though this woman had enough energy to power all the major cities in the world. She could here her out, events before had led to him having patients with these types of individuals.
"Heather?" Big said between the bite of his spring roll."Just wait for me to finish chewing."
"Lookatthis!" She took several deep breaths before continueing," This just came in. Remember that skip with the Pyrokinesis? They just greenlit it's old request, here read all about it." she gave him the binder of laminates.
"
"To 2783? Why the change?
01333 hours
XXXX Enters thresh hold of laboratory 37. Accompanying agents within the main path witness beyond the gate blooms side by side with roses. Activity is irregular in average growth of the flora, stemming from the roots of indigenous plant life. Fresh grass also appears to cover graves in 2783's grave grid.
01340 hours
SCP-XXXX approaches the known grave marker: AL-0006.
XXXX questioned on the details of the relation between it, and individual interred within the grave:
01357 hours
SCP-XXXX steps beyond coordinates of AL-0006, XXXX's appearance changes. This side of XXXX is much more reserved even wearing a different set of clothes, at one point when it distributes the flowers in 'Remembrance' replacing the flowers at two mausoleums with fresh ones.
| XX-00026 |
"Azure Rem Elesem" |
Master of soul mind and body. Master of the Ways; His influence bred the Imagination. His followers wield his teachings for Ill respite, but his own illusion shall remain a sanctuary. |
A bronze Urn upon a pedestal is witnessed. Cremated remains are suspect to be within, as an unknown barrier prevents further exploration of tomb. |
| XX-00027 |
"Awani Tem Elesem" |
"Nurturer of all that is Green. Love for all creatures, for whom she named. An heiress for those to be, hers was an early end. Her contribution will not be succeded. |
Mummified female remains encased in a coffin, filled with an unknown liquid are present when entering the second Mausoleum. |
XXXX is questioned about the individuals within the grave as well as others:
"I've never met the ones before them. I was only told who they were. My uncle said they were twins…"
Post-expedition attempts to return to grave markers XX-00027 & XX-00026 were inconclusive. Locations appear to have been swapped with average.
01367 hours:
XXXX arrives at a previously undiscovered grave marker.
| XX-00086 |
"Sampson Tel-Zora" |
"Whether man or woman, our mighty judge will forever remain the strongest man alive. A Loyal warrior. Her memory shall carry her will for all time." |
Instances of grave XX-00086 depict a muscular figure in a confrontation with a Lion. 50% of occurrences depict the figure as female, while during 50%, a male figure is represented. A black dagger fits at the figures feet. |
XXXX response on the significance:
"I do actually remember her. Though, a tiny bit— I was young. But Ada told me that she was so grand he had to give up the fight; It lasted only 3 seconds."
1387 hours
After which SCP-XXXX asks for confiscated stands of hair. The request is denied. SCP-XXXX then proceeds to take a dagger thought to have been an ornament on the grave marker, and make changes to its person. XXXX is restrained and blade removed.
1392
Under investigation of the grave. An alarm is tripped off around the grave marker. Uncovered to have been tied to the blade; Expedition is subsequently aborted.
1420
Foundation crew, as well as SCP-XXXX, are pursued and apprehended by a terrorist faction, who had
1429
Staff is set to be made an example. Injuring 2. SCP-XXXX is evacuated by the group of interest via Militarized Humvee.
1431
The stone lion from Grave XX-00086, rams into the escort vehicle, it's flipped onto its side.
1435
XXXX crawls out, having took the black blade from the insurgents' custody.
1436
A female figure, identified as coming from grave XX-00086 dispatches surviving terrorists. It from there on takes out the remainder of hostiles.
Foundation expedition unit is released from enemy custody.
1436:05
expedition squad healed by an unknown male. Described as short hair ''blood-red''. Further observation reveals the figure to be incorporeal. It and the XX-000086 figure appear to exchange pleasantries; Unit is relieved of injuries by way of orange light beams?
1436:35
SCP-XXXX arrives giving chase and dispatching Enemy formations as they tread on foot, riding the lion statuette. More retreat to the camp stationed outside of 2783.
1439
XXXX is greeted by the female figure and male spirit. XXXX waves at the male, who bows. XXXX is raised up by the female statue. It affectionately embraces XXXX.
At 5'3 (1.6 m) the man turned."Oh. You? Your still alive?"
Samson stood over his phantom, hands on her hips like an angry parent." Oh? Course she is had you no hope. Or is this one of your pranks, no one found those amusing."
The short feminine man leered." I found that out the hard way…"
"Yes, the wives of those kings you mingled with… would they so agree of your pristine male Aesthetic?"
XXXX appears to stand by and listen inturputing to ask."Do you guys want to eat, we can have a picnic thiers snacks in the thing we came in."
"A- what was that? A picnic- a feast? Is that what you wanted?"
Sam nodded.
"Awe, my little rose bud are you hungry?" Samson cooed the child intolerably dear to her, she took her up in stone arms." Halt." she paused." Where is that troubled man who has you sired??"
"He's hunting the rest of them, no doubt." stated Seth snobbishly." I see his temper hasn't diminished…" he then said, not particularly surprised." As for Quabil, what does he do?"
"He works for these people."
"These people, and they be?"
Sam jovially pointed down at the agents she had saved just earlier."Are these them?"
"Not very compitent if they wandered straight into a ambush, are they?" said Seth, to everyones suprise agent Barthlomew Biggs spoke up.
"No were not. Who are you again?"
"Who-? Has time been so forgetfull? My name is Set ben Adam, and these are my grounds, a sacred sect… none not of our house have the right or reason to tread, leave." said Seth.
"They can't they came here with me." Sam said.
"And so? They can just as well depart with your absence." he said.
"No. No we can't," stated Agent Page standing a hole left over from the former bullet in his leg.
Samson rubbed her chin. eyes fixating on thier suits and equipment."Then have times changed?"
"And who are you? Sir?" asked Miguel."Oh shit wai-"
Samson shook with laughter."Do not fret about something as trivial as that. It is my title of judge that merits your caution…" then she shrugged."Or not. My time has long since past. I apologize for my Sets manners he does not appear to understand his position as a phantom of the past."
"Past?" Seth drifted close, fists at his hips tight."Past? look at all I have—" Seth regarded Sam."Look no further! This ones outer traits have manifested as the most desirable!"
Samsons brows anchored"Yes, but she behaves nothing like you."
"Uncle Seth? Could you please not be a stuck up but head??" Sam asked. Seth whimpered."My legacy… none remember me…"
"We do. So chill." said Sam.
"Oh you precious blossom I would embrace you had I the flesh." Seth said."Fine explain the reason these few are here… and I may provide assistance."
1443 SCP-XXXX explains situation to male phantom. Set ben Adam( Here on refered to as subject-0006) Re-approaches expedition unit in a weary manner. XXXX apologizes and makes a request to visit one last grave marker. (Subject 000-XXX/Samson.) States upon denial:
"We saved you. You owe us!"
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Expedition unit is led to another grave, the stone marker lion noted to have remained closed behind; Exhibiting protective behavior with regard to XXXX. During which agents passed the first marker in a sequence of 56, unnamed, un-epitaphed graves. XXXX looked noticeably somnolent, Subject-0006 diverts gaze, and Subject-000-XXX remains quiet.
Post-expedition analysis found interred remains of each appear to be that of fetal humanoids. State of development ranges from between 46 and 6 weeks of gestation
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| XX-00056 |
"Samari Shamash Esem" |
"In a miracle, you were born, to us, our precious rose; under our love; from our thorns. May your petals bloom before this spot is met." |
Grave is marked by a hearth in sculpt of a large rose, flame placed at center. Carbon dating revealed no known age. The material is consistent with Greek marble. Follow up Inscription remains unchanged in all Iterations. Grave matches height measurements. |
"Its sad. One day we'll all end up this way. It makes you wonder who will miss you when your gone, But my father told me that I shouldn't worry about that; As long as your in someone else's memories, Theres a place for everybody. He was also cooking a rabbit."
The property was put off the market and re-investigated with Intel given. On the grounds, the basement crawl space was excavated a ring holding (20) black keys from within. Symbols on individual keys were identified as ████ iconography. Other contents included a story within a binder. Contents indicative of the Epic of Gilgamesh, in laminated images of tablets.
Interviewed: Ms. █████
Interviewer: Agent Bartholomew Biggs
Foreword: Conversation with former legal guardian of XXXX.
<Begin Log>
Agent Biggs: Good evening, Ms. █████
Ms. █████: What you want?
Agent Biggs: We've come to ask you about the subject in question. (Agent Biggs presents photo of XXXX.)
(Ms. swears and scoffs.)
Ms. █████: That little devil, I've fostered alot of kids; She was- reason why I'm in here.
Agent Biggs: How?
Ms. █████: I get the little runt, she's special needs. You get a bigger check for that; Expected her to be r[deragatory term expunged.] But no. Little girl was normal, didn't know they made them like that.
Agent Biggs: What was your experience with subject?
Ms. █████: Hell. I got more kids with me when I get that one. They were simple, her? she needed more to listen. I burned her hands on a stove, took her out to the back and showered her with the hose. Stuck her in the barn. Fuckin cat food! Hear me? I'm not a bad woman, but that child; there was something wrong with her.
Agent Biggs: What was so peculiar?
Ms. █████: She heals! But I found a way to shut her up. I slipped moonshine in the kids cups, thier easier to manage when their smacked out their minds. Any way guess what happened? She passed out [Snaps finger] like that, for days.
Agent Biggs: Why would you want to shut her up?
Ms. █████: She kept talking this shit. That her father would come and get her. Or her uncle. gave all the other kids hope. (laughs.) she orphan ain't none coming to get her; and I knew she was make'in the shit up.
Agent Biggs: What was obvious?
Ms. █████: Thing drew pictures and showed me, some odd rubbish named gilhila- I don't fucking know. And for her uncle she made him up with robots legs or some crap like that.
Agent Biggs: She couldn't of just had a overactive imagination?
Ms. █████: Hahah! Not with the benedril. But some how, she caught on.
Agent Biggs: What happened then?
Ms. █████: She told the other childeren to stop taking it, she burned all my rum too. Then threatened to slit my throat in my sleep; thinks she owns the place! She's a demon, I tell yah.
Agent Biggs: What was your response to that?
Ms. █████: Cellar. And like I said she broke out.
Agent Biggs: And what did she do after that?
Ms. █████: She plotted with the other kids. Or the ones who would. I had that house [tightens fist] like that. But she knew what I'd do…
Agent Biggs: What did you do?
Ms. █████: When she ate I gave her that rum. Then I dealt with her. I gave her rat poison in her snack, before. I gave her a few wacks to make sure she was dead, it was a good example for the others.
Agent Biggs: And then what happened?
Ms. █████: Buried her. We got woods out back.
Agent Biggs: If you killed her how did she come-
Ms. █████: THATS the fucking thing I don't know, maybe I sealed with the throat! She demon wouldn't die. Next I come home, she got the kids and the cops outside! That little smug little face she made — Next I hear she goes missing, they blame me!
Agent Biggs: [Snickers.]
Ms. █████: The hell you laughin at!?
Agent Biggs: Nothing. What were the ages of the childeren in your care?
Ms. █████: I ain't sayin' anymore! I sit down and explain my business for yall for a special deal. I'm done! Give me what I spilled beans for!
Agent Biggs: Nevermind we'll find out ourselves. And I'm sorry but I'm afraid that your not compatable with our program. It was nice talking to you Ms.-
Ms. █████: You PIECE of- you all lie! All men are fucking SCUM!
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Ms. █████ attempts assault on Agent Bartholomew Biggs, and is quickly incapacitated. Interviewed was given amnestics and returned to incarceration.
Excerpt Foreword: I might've gotten the chew for this. But she came at me. I made the call to bust her jaw of my own choice, plus we don't need D-Class this mental. I've fostered kids at home myself; there are good people out there for kids, and then, there's this bitch.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Rouche
Foreword: Continuation of last session.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Rouche: Hello, XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Ok. Let's get this over with. Your good with magic, right? Will, what I say make sense?"
Dr. Rouche: [hands XXXX sketch pad.] When you're ready.
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, let's start already. (SCP-XXXX opens the sketch pad.) don't judge my handwriting, I also don't know how to draw gimme a second… but first off… this has something to do with magic you good with that?
Dr. Rouche: We have specialists. I don't in particular, but this will be reviewed.
SCP-XXXX: [Nods] Ok let me start with that otherwise this won't make sense… first off, our Alchemical element for our family is: Fire. That's kinda the only way you can tell an impression or impressions is, or are being used. Other than in its a base state, as the self-imprint. Like my flames, my uncle's defense, and the old man's blades. Impressions are unique to our bloodline, it grants us higher emotional, mental, and physical aptitudes, that can only be used with another imprint. A step from a similar system. You see: [SCP-XXXX draws]
| Sam |
empty imprint |
| Empty imprint |
empty imprint |
SCP-XXXX: One of usually can't bring forth our impression, Since I'm a genetic abomination, born without a power cap, I still have trouble controlling my strength. So by Cosmos rules of restriction, and lack of puberty, I need 2 imprints to work. Or my latent power will go to waste.[SCP-XXXX draws again.]
| Sam |
Uncle |
| empty imprint |
empty imprint |
SCP-XXXX: Two of us can Imprint and manifest our impression with ease from proximity alone. At this rate, our impressions are stage 1. We get extra abilities. Note that an imprint can leave a lasting Impression after it's made. That is the Self Imprint. It's what my father loses sometimes.
Dr. Rouche: Is that all.
SCP-XXXX: [eyes harden, the manner of speech drops.] No. Quit interrupting me.
Dr. Rouche: Sorry. Carry on.
SCP-XXXX: [Draws again smiling.] Okay!
| Sam |
Uncle |
| Adda |
empty imprint |
SCP-XXXX:
But when another imprint is added preferably one more. Our impression is heightened to stage three. At that point, since like we said we're emotionally linked, at that point it's a matter of reading instinct. We can feed off that energy and even determine strategies non verbally. I know It's hard to explain, but our minds are built a little (differently) than you guys.
Dr. Rouche: Your minds?
SCP-XXXX: Yup. Let me finish.
| Sam |
Uncle |
| Adda |
revelation state |
SCP-XXXX: When we get to this stage there is no measurement in our abilities. That is our revelation state, at that point we've bypassed the Cosmos rules of Restriction.
Dr. Rouche: The Cosmos rules of Restriction?
SCP-XXXX: Yup, that.
Dr. Rouche: What is that?
SCP-XXXX: Fuck… I'm gonna need some more juice…
(XXXX is given one juice box, and is encouraged to continue.)
SCP-XXXX: The Cosmic Rule of Restriction, I'm sure you've heard of the Great Seal. It's a small part of it, but in truth, The Cosmos's Rules of Restriction requires no regular application."
Dr. Rouche: I don't.
SCP-XXXX: Of course you don't, let me explain, sheesh.
Dr. Rouche: Yes, go on.
SCP-XXXX: It exists in every universe, reality, dimension, and timeline. First, you gotta know how it works. It basically means that for every large amount of power is that is gained; An Equal amount of effort must be applied to have gotten it. And without proper effort, power is restricted. Impressions and Imprints are forms of overcoming that firewall. Others have found other ways using the Self Principle.
Dr. Rouche: How did it originate? What is the Self-principle?
SCP-XXXX: I'm not sure… but my father and uncle told me, that it came from the Initiator, One of our oldest ancestors. He or it was the creator of the first restriction. And the inventor of the Self Principle. The rule all go by whether intentional or not. It dictates that for as long the 'Self' remains intact without interference, that an individual may ascend beyond their boundaries. And boundaries are set randomly, so that they may be bypassed using whatever self principal has been applied.
Dr. Rouche: …what would count as a Self-principle?
SCP-XXXX: Any Idea…? Meditation, Impressions, Love, Friendship, Hate? I don't know I think I dozed off when my uncle taught me…
Dr. Rouche: Scranton reality anchors?
SCP-XXXX: Universal Censors? I think those make sure nothing disobeys the laws. Or I could be wrong like I said I have trouble paying attention.
Dr. Rouche: let's talk about you now… how are you capable of — you do things… even though you find them pointless. It makes me wonder… do you enjoy what you do? Killing?
SCP-XXXX: To an extent… I've come to an acceptance, that this world isn't all sunshine and sparkles, there's no pot of gold on the other end of the rainbow. No knight in shining armor, but, there's no such thing as damsels in distress, either. After all, in order to kill, you have to be the first victim. And, No, I'm not talking about my old man or my uncle.
Dr. Rouche: How does this make you feel?
SCP-XXXX: I don't care. The amount of blood on my hands shouldn't change who I am, as long as I'm not lying to myself about what I've done. Unlike others, there are no excuses.
Dr. Rouche: How did you come to that conclusion?
SCP-XXXX: [XXXX smirks slightly] I died.
Dr. Rouche: … Wha-
SCP-XXXX: Can I have more juice?
Dr. Rouche: If you were reunited with your father? What would you do?
SCP-XXXX: Depends if he's still my father.
Dr. Rouche: What does that mean?
SCP-XXXX: It means I'll just have to fulfill my promise.
Dr. Rouche: And what is that?
SCP-XXXX: [SCP-XXXX tone deadens] I'll kill him.
Dr. Rouche: But, he's your father, why would you want to-
SCP-XXXX: For that exact reason. And it'll be quick. I'll die before I have to watch him, any of them suffer any longer, again. But then again… there is some hope they may change… by themselves. You can't force someone to change, no matter what it's up to them. Killing them really wouldn't solve anything.
Dr. Rouche: We'll… take it into consideration.
SCP-XXXX: Cool! hey, I still haven't gotten my juice. Oh! and can I have cookies? Please?
<End Log>
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