Misunderstood Monsters

Chapter 39: Losing Control

Billy looked away again and swore something under his breath. John could hear something along the lines of "f*cking a**hole".

"What'd you say, Billy?"

Billy didn't answer. Instead he stood up and slowly walked towards Dr. Logan.

"What the actual h*ll is wrong with you?!" he shouted.

John flinched. "Uh, Billy-"

"You act all polite and professional when John or any of us SCPs are around, then you talk sh*t about us behind our backs! Who the f*ck does that sort of thing?! And don't think that I didn't hear it, I absolutely did. I know, John's killed people before, but that was because he wasn't in his right mind and he never got the help he so desperately needed because no one knew enough - or, in your case, after he came back to his senses, didn't care enough - to do so. And that's not the only thing, oh no. You act like a sh*t to both Molly and Lawrence, and they're the two nicest f*cking people here! The former's so nice that she was not only able to befriend Elsa's long lost sister here," he jabbed a claw at Dr. Buck, "but she was also kind enough to give a monster like me a chance! She never asked anyone to thank her, she doesn't brag about it, she tells everyone to think nothing of it! She goes out of her way to lend a helping hand to everyone and make their day just a little bit better! And what do you do? YOU THROW IT BACK IN HER FACE!"

Billy's voice was starting to get weirdly low, almost sounding distorted. John gulped. Dr. Collingwood stepped back and placed a hand on his arm. She was shaking.

"John, what's going on with Billy?"

John opened his mouth to reply, only to get cut off by Billy again. Billy was now shaking a fist at Dr. Logan.

"You know why we respect Dr. Collingwood and Lawrence? Because they're good people who actually care for others. Unlike you! Normally, I would never say this, but..."

Billy drew in a deep breath.

"Y̶O̶U̶ ̵A̴-̵A̷R̸E̴ ̸W̸O̷R̶-̷R̶-̸R̸-̶R̸S̶E̴ ̸T̶H̵A̵N̷ ̴D̴R̴.̴ ̷F̴*̷C̶K̸I̴N̸G̶ ̸N̸U̵M̶I̵T̸A̵!̴ ̶H̸E̴ ̸M̸I̸G̸H̴T̸ ̴H̴A̷V̵E̴ ̸B̷E̸E̵N̶ ̴U̴N̷B̶E̷A̵R̷-̶E̷A̷R̷-̷E̸A̷R̷-̷E̸A̵R̸A̵B̷L̴E̷,̷ ̵B̸U̵T̵ ̸Y̵-̷Y̶O̸U̴ ̷T̸A̸K̸E̴ ̸T̸H̸A̶T̷ ̴T̶O̴ ̸A̷ ̸W̶H̵O̴L̵E̶ ̵'̴N̷-̷N̴O̶T̴H̸E̸R̷ ̸L̴E̶V̴E̶L̵!̸ ̸Y̵O̸U̶ ̸L̸I̶T̸E̶R̴-̵E̵R̸-̶E̷R̷A̶L̶L̶Y̸ ̶D̵E̷C̶I̶D̴E̶D̷ ̸T̷O̶ ̶B̵A̴-̶B̷A̵D̸-̵M̷O̵U̶T̷H̸ ̷J̸O̷H̸N̵ ̶R̵-̵R̵-̸R̵I̷G̶H̶T̴ ̸I̶N̶ ̸F̴R̵O̷N̸T̶ ̸O̴F̷ ̸T̸H̴E̵ ̵P̴E̶R̷S̴O̶N̷ ̸W̴H̷O̷ ̵C̷A̴R̵E̴S̸ ̶A̸B̷O̶U̸T̵ ̶H̶I̷M̴ ̴L̴I̶K̸E̶ ̵H̵E̵'̸S̵ ̶H̷E̶R̷ ̴B̴R̸O̸T̴H̴E̸R̸-̴T̴H̴E̵R̶!̷ ̸Y̸O̵U̶'̵R̵E̶ ̵N̴O̸T̷ ̵E̶V̶E̴N̸ ̷S̵-̴S̸O̶R̸R̷Y̵!̶ ̵Y̸O̶U̴ ̷A̵R̸E̴-̴A̴R̶E̵ ̵A̴B̸S̵O̴L̷-̵A̸B̶S̸O̴L̶U̶T̷E̵L̴Y̶ ̶F̸^̷C̴K̷I̷N̵G̶ ̸D̶I̵S̶G̶U̸S̸T̴I̴N̸G̴ ̷A̵N̶D̷ ̸I̸ ̶H̶O̴P̷E̸ ̴Y̸O̸U̶ ̵G̶E̴T̷ ̴W̶H̶A̷T̵ ̴Y̵O̵U̴ ̴D̷E̸S̵E̴R̷V̷E̴!̶"

His voice was now warped and glitching heavily and he stepped even closer to Dr. Logan. Any apathy the researcher might have felt before was all gone now, replaced with pure fear. Billy's fur had darkened and his head was twitching uncontrollably. His movements were twitchy too and his eyes had turned from blue to red.

Dr. Collingwood immediately rushed to Billy and tried to pull him away from Dr. Logan. What happened next seemed to occur almost in slow motion.

Billy turned, lifted his arm, and hit her in the jaw with what seemed to be almost a lazy punch, the kind intended to intimidate, not injure. It went far worse than that. She was sent flying across the room and slammed into the wall.

Lawrence cried out and rushed over to her, taking her in his arms and trying to shake her awake, but she didn't move a muscle.

The room was dead silent. Billy's fur and eyes had gone back to normal and he stared in horror, first at Dr. Logan, then at Dr. Collingwood, then down at his own claws. John came up to him and pulled him out of the room, to his containment cell.

Eddie leaped across the room and grabbed Dr. Collingwood's shoulder, shaking her hard. "Molly? Molly!" His hand lightly brushed her jaw.

Her eyes snapped open and her head whipped away from Eddie. "OW!"

Eddie flinched. "Are you okay?"

"I... I think so... my head hurts..." She pressed her face into Lawrence's chest. "J-Just... give me a minute..."

Lawrence shook his head. "No. We're getting you to the doctor."