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"Rickard? Agent Rickard?!"
A voice called to the MTF agent as he sprinted down the hall, trying to ignore the sharp pain in his leg as blood soaked through his pants. Turning to his left, he saw a familiar face looking up at him from inside a supply closet. It took a moment before he recognized the man as Dr. Edmund Jesko, one of the top researchers at Site-88. The two had met a few years back when Agent Rickard took part in a test with SCP-4574, an SCP that Dr. Jesko was studying.
"Doctor?! What are you doing here?! Why haven't you evacuated-"
The agent cut himself off, noticing the blood soaking through the doctors white lab coat and his labored breathing. He quickly rushed to the injured man's side, reaching into a supply pouch on his jacket and pulling out some gauze, attempting to slow the bleeding.
"I was down here when it happened, meeting with Doctor Malcolm Jensen and going over some of the information I got from an interview with Four-Five-Seven-Four about Four-Five-Seven-Six. The bastard picked a hell of a time to breach containment. Malcolm tried to hold it off until backup arrived from Nine Tailed Fox… He didn't last long…"
The doctor's voice strained as he explained his situation to the agent, blood from his leg and side slowly soaking into the gauze that Agent Rickard was pressing onto the wounds with little effect.
"Fuck, this doesn't look good, Doc. Can you stand? We need to get you out of here, this place has gone to hell in a fucking hand basket!"
Breathing heavily, the doctor nodded and took the agent's hand, wincing as he does his best to get to his feet with the help of the agent as he clutched the bandages to his side.
"I can't evacuate yet, you need to get me to the 22nd floor…! I can-Ah! Fuck..!-I can stop this..! Where is the rest of your squad?"
Agent Rickard shook his head.
"They're gone, all of them. That fucker tore them apart, I barely made it out. I'm on my way to meet up with Squad Seven. What the hell is up on 22nd?"
"Four-Five-Seven-Four, the one who helped you before. According to it, it fought this thing and managed to subdue it in the past. If I can unlock its containment chamber and tell it what is happening, it might be able to stop this bastard before it gets to the surface!"
The agent's eyes went wide. It wasn't unheard of for the Foundation to use SCP's against other SCP's, but SCP-4574 didn't seem like the offensive type. Helpful, sure, but in a kind and gentle way, not violent.
"You want to put that woman up against that thing? Did you hit your head as well? Fuck that, we're getting you on an elevator up to the top, then I'm going to provide backup-"
"Rickard!"
The doctor looked pleadingly at the agent, the color drained from his face as he gasped.
"If we don't do this, god knows how many more will die before it is subdued. Please, help me end this..!"
"-just around this corner, and down at the end of this hall. Fuck, just leave me here, I can't go any further. Take my key card, it's in my left breast pocket. Tell her what's happening, but leave the young guy behind, he won't be able to help."
Agent Rickard slowly lowered the injured doctor to the floor, having him lean against the wall. Quickly, he reached into the man's pocket and pulled out his Level 3 clearance card.
"The code is 4982."
Taking a deep breath, the agent nodded and stood up, looking down at the doctor.
"Got it. I hope you are right about this, Doc."
The agent turned the corner and was met with a set of doors with a warning of the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-4574 and SCP-4575 plastered on them. Paying the warning no mind, he pushed past them and began running down the hall towards the entrance to their containment chamber. As soon as he did so, an alarm began to sound from inside the containment chamber, and for just a moment he felt a familiar feeling spread throughout his body, calming him down almost immediately. However, strangely enough it didn't grow any stronger like it did before, and soon he reached the door of the containment chamber. Quickly, he scanned the doctor's card and punched in the code. Moments later, he saw a message appear on the locking device's screen accepting his credentials, and a message played over the intercom.
"Access granted. Welcome, Dr. Edmund Jesko."
Following the robotic greeting, the door slowly began to unlock, and once more the intercom sparked to life.
"Attention, SCP-Four-Five-Seven-Four and SCP-Four-Five-Seven-Five. Please stand in the middle of the room with your hands at your sides. You will be retrieved in ten seconds."
When the door finally opened, it revealed the confused pair. The one who looked like a young woman spoke up when it saw the agent, recognizing him.
"Agent Rickard? What are you doing here? What is going on? Why are you hurt?"
"Come with me, Doctor Jesko seems to think you'll be able to help us deal with Four-Five-Seven-Six. The fucker breached containment and is killing just about everyone in its path. Doc said you've dealt with it before, so he brought me here to get you."
SCP-4574 looked at the agent in shock, a terrified look appearing in its eyes. Ignoring this feeling, 4574 turned and put its hands on SCP-4575's shoulders and, after taking a deep breath, spoke gently to it.
"Listen to me, Max. Stay here and wait for me to come back. I promise I'll return soon, alright?"
"W-what? No, why would you-"
"Because people are dying, Max. I can't just sit here. I told them where he was, I let them bring him here, and now this is happening because of that. I have to stop him."
Without another word, 4574 took its hands off of 4575 and approached Agent Rickard.
"I'll do what I can to help, but I can't promise I will be able to do anything."
Letting out a long sigh, the agent nodded and left the room with 4574 in tow, leaving behind a stunned 4575. The pair rushed down the hall and through the second pair of doors, quickly making their way to the elevator. 4574 looked to Agent Rickard when it saw the injured Dr. Jesko slumped against the wall, shocked at the state he was in.
"Doctor?! You're hurt!"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'm sorry for putting you in this situation, but I didn't see any other optionn right now."
"It's alright, it's my fault for not being able to deal with him back when I first captured him… You need to get out of here, though. I'll help you get to the elevators."
4574 knelt down and allowed the injured Dr. Jesko to climb onto its back, lifting him up with ease before the three continued towards the elevators. When they arrived, 4574 sat the doctor down in one of the elevators and sent him up to the surface, the two exchanging a nod of acknowledgement before the doors closed. 4574 then looked to Agent Rickard, a worried expression on its face.
"M-maybe you should go up after him and get him medical attention, I can take care of Hate mysel-"
"Oh for fuck's sake, the Doc will be fine, worry about yourself. Let's get going, we've got a date with death downstairs."
After reassuring 4574, the agent activated his comms system.
"This is Agent Rickard of Squad 2, requesting an immediate update on the location of SCP-Four-Five-Seven-Six."
Screams echoed through the halls as Agent Rickard and SCP-4574 exited the elevator, following the sounds of chaos and running as fast as they could.
"I am en route to location, what is the status of SCP-4576?"
No response.
"I repeat, I am en route to location, what is the status of SCP-4576?"
No response.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Looks like we are on our own for now."
The agent felt his blood run cold, knowing this could very well be his last mission. Corpses of both MTF agent and researchers alike littered the floor around them as they moved forward, the plain black tiles now slick with blood. Thoughts of his wife waiting at home for him all alone flashed through the agent's mind as they drew closer to the source of the noise. Pushing these thoughts back, they continued on, the screams and sounds of destruction becoming clearer while slowly becoming less frequent, eventually stopping altogether. Seconds later, they reached one of the main Section D laboratories where Agent Rickard believed the sound to be coming from and slowed down, the agent carefully leaning over and looking in through the small window on the door.
Inside, he saw a young female researcher hiding under a desk with her hands over her mouth, crying silently. When she noticed the agent, he motioned for her to come towards him, but she slowly shook her head. Before he could react, the agent watched as a tall, gaunt figure came into view, a wide grin on its blood soaked face as it walked towards the desk where he woman was hiding. Laughing, the entity known as SCP-4576 grabbed the desk and effortlessly flung it to the side, causing the terrified researcher to scream and try to run only to be grabbed by the throat by the figure and hoisted into the air. When he saw this, bitter memories from the past stung the heart of Agent Rickard, who quickly turned to 4574.
"Get her to safety before you engage."
Moments later the agent burst through the door and began firing at the entity, his eyes burning with rage as he unloaded his magazine into its chest. Stunned, SCP-4576 fell to his knees and dropped the woman, who coughed hoarsely and scrambled to the door where 4574 was waiting. 4574 looked at the agent mournfully before picking the woman up and disappearing down the hall, leaving the agent to keep 4576 distracted for as long as he could. Relieved that he had been able to save the young woman, he continued his assault on SCP-4576, blowing holes in its body as it twitched on the ground. When he heard his gun click, the agent quickly grabbed another magazine and began reloading his weapon.
"Attacking someone while their back is turned is considered rude, is it not?"
In the time it took the agent to drop his empty magazine, 4576 had somehow recovered and closed the distance between them, grabbing Agent Rickard by his jacket and throwing him across the room. The agent felt a sickening crack in his lower back as he made contact with the wall and slumped uselessly to the floor. Coughing violently, he tried to stand, but found that he could not feel his legs beneath him.
"You probably think yourself a hero, don't you? Saving that wretch."
The human-like entity approached the agent and crouched down, looking him in the eyes.
"You're no hero. You're all scum, the lowest of the low. Killing and containing everything you don't understand… We were peaceful, until you people came and took my daughter away… We had never hurt anyone, we worked to provide for ourselves, we even paid our taxes… But you just had to come and ruin all of that, didn't you? You took my little girl, and this is what you get for it. I wonder, shall I show you the extent of my hatred towards you people? Maybe then you'll understand…"
Before he could say a word, Agent Rickard felt an intense and burning sense of dread and pain course throughout his veins. It was so strong that he felt as if it was a physical force crushing him from above, his body breaking under the pressure. Within seconds, his vision blurred as his heart gave out, everything eventually fading to black.
"I'm glad I was able to save that woman…" James Rickard thought, as he experienced his last moments of consciousness. "I'm sorry, Mary… I'll keep Sophia company until you join us…"
