Brothers: A DarkNet/Legion SCP AU Crossover

Part 5: The Containment Facility

      ~One week later~

[A single light bulb above his head is the only illumination for Freyr. He can't tell how big or small the room is that he's been imprisoned to, nor can he think of any possible ways to escape. The shackles around his wrists are chained to the metal table, which is bolted to the floor. He gives the chain an irritated yank, and the cold clang resonates through the room.]

Beep beep.

[Freyr flinches at the unexpected sound of the keycard lock, and though he can't see the entrance, he hears the hiss of the door as it opens and closes. Slow footsteps approach the ring of light surrounding him, but the glare prevents him from seeing any figures in the darkness.]

[The footsteps start circling the table, and Freyr turns his head towards the sound, tracking it as the stranger moves. The temptation to curse at them is almost too much to resist, but Freyr forces himself to focus on the movements. His head turns to the other side as the footsteps sound behind him and slightly to his left.]

Voice: Interesting.

[The stranger completes his circle and stops directly in front of the table. Freyr can see toetips of the polished shoes at the edge of the light, but nothing more.]

Freyr: Who the hell are you?

Voice: My identity matters little to you right now, my dear boy. Yours, on the other hand, I am very interested in learning more about.

[Freyr's brow furrows as he glares up towards the source of the voice, though he says nothing.]

Voice: You and your little brother have caused quite a stir these last couple days, haven't you. Showing up at the feet of The Foundation, presumably by accident, and turning out to be some of the greatest treasures we've ever discovered.

Freyr: *stiffly* What are you talking about?

Voice: *coldly* Don't play the fool with me, Freyr.

Freyr:

Voice: You know just as well as I do that you and your brother are not ordinary people. You have...immunity.

[Freyr swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists as he diverts his gaze to the surface of the table. He can feel the scrutinizing gaze of the stranger, watching his every move, and it is starting to unnerve him.]

Voice: Let us discuss the events of the last week, shall we? Feel free to stop me, should I describe anything incorrectly.

Freyr:

Voice: You and Mitch were found snooping around the location of one of our deceased test subjects and failed to realize you were in the presence of the Red Right Hand, which ultimately led to your capture.

Freyr:

Voice: The two of you were then brought to this facility under the assumption from my scientists that you were familiar with SCPs. Of course, this assumption was proved to be correct during the experiments.

Freyr: *glares up at the shadow*

Voice: Tell me, what was that like? To look certain death in the eyes?

Freyr: *angrily* You tried to kill us.

Voice: Kill you? My dear boy, you are no good to me dead.

Freyr: Then why the fuck would you put us in a containment cell with SCP-173 and then have your scientists walk away?

Voice: *scoffs* Don't waste my time with simple questions. You are quite capable of figuring that answer out yourself.

Freyr: *frowns*