Dr. Collingwood sat curled up on the ground, sobbing. She'd been subjected to torture after torture after torture after torture. Shown twisted, eldritch visions and horrors that would slowly drive her insane the more she dwelled upon them. Things she couldn't put into words. It was so, so, so damn tempting to just end it all.
At that instant, a dagger appeared. She reached for it. Just a few more inches, and it would all be over...
A deep, melodious, tearful voice broke the dead silence of the nightmare.
"Little one, be not afraid..."
"Charlie?"
It sounded like it was coming from outside.
"Let the stars guide your path.
Know that you are not alone, for I am always by your side.
The moon has come, it seems.
Lay down your head and dream.
Go to sleep, little one, and rise with the sun."
Dr. Collingwood snatched her hand away from the dagger, stood up, dried her tears, and walked briskly away. Well, about as briskly as one can walk when they have a limp.
I'm not falling for that dagger ever again.
Charlie bowed his head. It was a lullaby sung by his uncle to help him or Hakoda sleep whenever they had nightmares. Gallant had a penchant for making up songs. Song, he often said, was more meaningful and simpler than mere speech.
If only Uncle Gallant was still here. He might know what to do.
He leaned down, touching his nose to her forehead, and choked back a sob. No. I can't break down in front of them. He was the rock of his chosen family. He had to be strong.
For his friends.
For his brothers.
For her.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
