Misunderstood Monsters

Chapter 8: The Plague Doctor

"SCP-049 has escaped containment. Evacuate the facility immediately."

John snarled when he heard the announcement. He knew that hateful doctor and prayed that no one would be killed by him. 

That idiot. Can't he see what his "cure" actually does to people? Or is he just denying it?

Dr. Collingwood peeked out of the supply closet, looking around, her senses on high alert. She didn't see SCP-049 and made a break for it.

A deep voice with a slight reverb echoed behind her. "Fear not, young lady, for I am the cure."

She swore under her breath and sprinted, trying to put as much distance between herself and 049. One touch from him would be all it took to kill her.

John's head snapped up when he felt it. Whenever someone looked at his face, he would always be aware of their location until they perished.

Dr. Collingwood was nearby. And right behind her was...

A red haze seemed to blur his vision as anger consumed him.

This wasn't the sort of fearful, panicked anger he used to feel whenever someone viewed his face. No. It was rage and hate and sorrow all mixed into one potent, virulent ichor.

He howled and tore down the door of his cell, sprinting as fast as he could without losing control over his direction. Dr. Collingwood was backed up against the wall and 049 was approaching her.

"YOU!" John screamed and he seized the doctor's throat.

"YOU!"

Dr. Collingwood heard a scream and the tearing of metal. A white blur barreled down the hallway, grabbed 049 and hurled it all the way to the end of the corridor.

The plague doctor slowly staggered upright.

"Ah, John. I was not aware that you were imprisoned in this place as well."

"Quiet, you bird-faced sadist!"

"Now, now, there is no need for that sort of lan-"

"Shut up!" John slammed 049 into a wall. "Go within ten feet of anyone ever again, and your beak is gone. Try to 'cure' them, and you're dead. Succeed, and there won't be a bloodstain left of you! Do I make myself clear?"

049 gulped. "Y-Yes sir, very clear."

"Then go back to your cell and never come out again. Understood?"

"U-Understood."

John released 049. "Then go! "

The plague doctor needed no further encouragement, scrambling away as fast as his legs could carry him. John slowly turned, a look of concern on his face, until he saw her

He stumbled back, suddenly surprised, before pressing the back of his hand to his eyes and running away.