Freedom at Last

Part 1~ Containment

15 years. 15 years of pain, suffering, and bloodshed. They brought me here when I was six. My parents came here from Russia to escape the corrupt socialist government. However they were accused of terrorist plots and were sent to prison with no parole, but they sent me here. I never figured out why. I watched my best friends die. And to finally be able to leave this place, this hell, I don't even know how to feel.

"Jeremy Petrenko? You're outta here in 10" Said a guard. This facility wasn't just a prison, it was a testing site to keep the world safe. But they didn't care about our lives. SCP, Secure Contain Protect, that's what it stands for. I'm at the SCP Containment Facility where they have us "test" or "work on SCP's." It's all bullshit though. They just have us kill ourselves to learn how the SCP's work. I remember one off my most horrifying experiences. They locked me in a room with SCP-049, The Plague Doctor.

I was frightened and trying to beat down the door, but it was no use. But then he simply said,

"Calm yourself child." I was nine years old at the time. That right there proves the foundation has no remorse. What 49 did next made me want to stay in that cell with him.

"In here, with me, they can't control you. You are under my rule, and someone like you, is safe in here with me. One day they shall let you out of here, and you are going to fix this corrupt organization." The guards then busted through the door grabbing me and dragged me out of that cell. That day, That SCP, the things we are "protecting" civilization from, was kinder than the fucking organization.

Although he saw the human race as a "plague", he saw something in me. I don't know why.

"Jeremy, what's the first thing you're gonna do now?" Asked a guard

"Well what can I do, you basically denied some of my human rights, no education, never gave me a tri-"

" Jeremy you were six fucking years old, and we were gonna give you classes but then we got a-... Never mind that, the point is-"

"Wait! What were you going to say? But then you got a what?"

"I can't tell you, sorry"

"I... fucking... hate you."

"And? Do you really think I have any feelings for you? As far as I'm concerned you can die in here. You can rot like the pig you are. If I was your friend I would never forgive you for what you did."

"Guh, I-I-I-"

"Leave him alone Smith!" Said a loud booming voice. I didn't recognize the voice, but once the man appeared in front of my cell, I knew exactly who it was. He was the head of the organization. Samuel Richards.

"Petrenko, once your out of here, go get something to eat. After, I will have my guards escort you to my office." He then pulled out a key card and unlocked all five locks on my cell. After the things I've done, I needed those locks.

I left the cell, and I had a strange feeling. Not the feeling I would have when I normally left the cell to do tests on SCP's. I felt... different, I felt like a free man. I was no longer contained. I'm free. And I can have a new beginning...