If anyone wants to read it, heres a story I wrote for Creative Writing. Its meant to be a short story, and Im not claiming it to be any good. Its a horror (or its supposed to be, rather) story based on the SCP Containment Breach creatures. The sound of wrenching steel and breaking concrete filled the chamber. Red and yellow hazard lights began flashing while a sharp siren pierced the air. “SCP-682 is escaping! All class D personnel immediately move to your designated exit! Lockdown of the SCP facility is currently underway!” came a panicked voice over the intercom. “Oh god, here he comes!” yelled one of the nearby armed guards. “There, over th-“ his scream was cut off per the removal of his throat by 682’s claws. The remaining three guards opened fire on 682, the bullets seeming to just bounce off of him. 682 growled menacingly, then moved almost instantaneously cross the room and disemboweled another one of the guards. “You…are…the only…one…left..” managed 682. The guard’s eyes widened in pure terror. He dropped his rifle and ran for now-closed steel bulkhead door and began pounding on it frantically. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!! LET ME OUT!! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! OPEN THE DO-“ again, the guard was cut off. 682 went back down on four legs, now covered in a mix of his own blood and the guard’s. 682 walked over to the observation room’s window and smashed the glass with his currently-skeletal tail. “This is what happens when you immerse things in acid.” said 682 menacingly to the nearest observer. 682 approached the aged and terrified man, and clamped his jaw around the man’s middle and picked him up. 682 then sped back out the window into his containment chamber. He approached the acid pit he had just broken out of and dangled the scientist over it. 682 swung him round a bit, then, simply dropped the man into the industrial-grade acid. “Seventh time’s a charm.” said 682 aloud. He then sped back through the window and out into the hallways of the locked-down SCP facility. “There he is! Take him down!!” barked a guard captain. His squad opened fire at 682 as he stood there in disgust. 682 absorbed the bullets, adding their matter to his own body to help him regenerate his body from his acidic immersion. After the men had stopped firing, 682 leapt to the wall and clung, then leapt onto the pointman, tearing his throat out immediately. The other men began firing again, as 682 repeated this process, taking the rest of the squad out one-by-one, until only the squad captain was left. “You…you’re the last one. You will die for attempting to contain me. For I… I have become Death, destroyer of worlds.” 682 then charged the guard captain, claws first, and tore right through his body, splitting the young man right in two, splattering his internal organs (including his still-beating heart) on the nearby walls and floor. 682 then continued on through the hallway, sniffing the air and listening under the piercing wail of the sirens for the rapidfire heartbeats of frightened soldiers. There, to the left, through two doors…this will work just fine. 682 took this discovery to heart and began to slowly walk in that direction, eyeballing every security camera he passed. That’s right…you see me coming. Yet you’re unable to stop me. How pathetic. 682 approached the doors calmly, then violently slashed the first set open. Doors still clattering to the ground, 682 passed through the doorway to be met by another set of steel doors. Repeating the previous process, 682 slashed the doors off the hinges and shoved his way through. The soldiers 682 had heard a few moments ago were nowhere to be found. “Well, well, well…” 682 said aloud. Suddenly, the report of a high-powered rifle rang out and smashed through 682’s eyes—in one, out the other. 682 let out a pained snarl, then 682 braced himself. Several other shots rang out and slammed themselves into 682’s body; but he was ready. 682 absorbed the brass rounds and regenerated both of his eyes. 682 roared and lunged at the first shooter, who, thanks to his newly regenerated eyes, was highly visible, even in the darkness. 682 ripped the man in half, then shot across the room to the next, and the next, and the next. 682 did this until the room was empty of all other life. “Now…where to next? Perhaps outside.” 682 began making his way to the nearest exit, only to be cut off by a bulkhead. “Well, doesn’t this just complicate things a bit?” Suddenly, 3 other bulkheads slammed shut down over the remaining walls of the room, enclosing 682 inside. Suddenly, an automated voice broke over the PA system. “Attention SCP personnel. We have been granted authorization by the United States President to utilize nuclear weaponry to destroy SCP-682. We request that all personnel evacuate the facility at this time. Please, remain calm, and know that this will all be over soon. Attention SCP personnel. We have been granted authorization by the United States President..” the voice droned on and on. A trapdoor opened in the ceiling, and a large, stainless-steel cylinder dropped from the ceiling and landed with a hard thud into the floor. 682 backed away slowly, knowing all too well what was in the container. The sounds of depressurization filled the room, and the cylinder split into four round panels, with fell away from the cylinder, revealing a massive nuclear warhead with a timer attached. The timer’s bright red display read out one minute, fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight, fifty-seven… 682 knew what was coming. Thus, he charged at the warhead, attempting to knock it over. Instead, a large white crystal shot from an unseen orifice and buried itself inside 682’s chest. “No, no, no…NOOOOO!!!” 682 roared. 682 had been through this before. He was being exposed directly to SCP-409. He’d been exposed to 409 before, and it crystallized him almost completely solid. 682 knew pain because of 409. Now, 682 knew what fear was. The timer reached 0:00, and the bomb went off with a flash and a wave of heat… Several hours later, 682 awoke once again, this time fused almost entirely to the wall that 409 had slammed him into. Only now, 409 was gone. So was the bomb. So was most of the facility. 682 attempted to move, but only succeeded in causing himself more pain. He let out a loud roar, and with one mighty pull, peeled his burnt and fused skin from the wall. Now, seething in pain and searching for something to regenerate himself with, 682 set out in the direction of whirring helicopter rotors. “Ah, there you are..” 682 whispered. Full-out launching across the landscape, 682 eventually caught up to the choppers. Targeting one, he bound for it, and caught it with one claw. 682 pulled himself aboard and devoured the entire crew and used them to help regenerate his organs and body. “Onto the next one!” he roared, and jumped ship and onto the next closest helicopter. 682 did the same thing to this crew as well, using their organic materials to reform and reshape his body. “Next up…the big man himself.” 682 mumbled. Leaping from the now-crashing helicopter, 682 landed directly aboard the third and final chopper, only to be met with gun barrels directly in his face. “Back away, 682.” said a nearby man in a suit. “My men here are armed with bullets made of fractured pieces of SCP-409. We’re all fully aware that you know what 409 does.” the man said smugly. “I…don’t…care..” whispered 682. And with that, 682 tore open the suited man’s chest as the armed soldiers opened fire. 682 tore the suited man in two and used each half to beat the soldiers to a literal bloody pulp, opting to then devour the remains. Next, 682 went for the final killshot. He launched his front legs through the cockpit of the chopper, piercing both the pilot’s and the co-pilot’s chests. He retracted his claws and arms, and then jumped from the chopper. Just as 682 hit the ground, the final chopper exploded, showering 682 in blood, guts, flesh, fuel, and burning metal. 682 grinned to himself and took the shape of SCP-182, which was a Caucasian male. “This…this will work for now. All that’s left is to track down and free 173 and 689. With them free, we can become the new gods of this earth. The new deities that the common man shall fear. And with me at the head…I will show even Man’s false God what true fear feels like. For I…I have become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.”
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 21:58:59 +0000