Lawrence collapsed onto his bed and curled into little a ball, his mind still reeling from his breakup with Dr. Collingwood. But exhaustion quickly over took and his eyes closed.
Naga grinned as his power touched Lawrence's slumbering mind. Now was the next stage.
Lawrence awoke tied to a chair in a dark room with a checkerboard floor. Before him was a man in a white three-piece suit with his back to him. The man turned, revealing his eyes to be yellow.
"Well, well, well, isn't it Lawrence!" said the man in a voice like poisoned honey. "The man who saved the entire facility on accident. The one who fought an army of horrible monsters to save his friend. The man loved by destiny. The... hero of the Foundation." He almost spat the word "hero".
Lawrence tensed up. "Who are you?"
The man seemed to not hear him. "But, oh! What is this? His love, the light of his life, the treasure of his heart," at this his voice grew mocking, "falls into a sleep like death, and he simply idly stood by, never helping!"
"No!" Lawrence shouted. "I'd NEVER withhold help from her!"
"Shattered hopes and wishful thinking," the man cackled. "If only she was here, to ease the pain of the truth. But where is she now? I certainly don't see her."
The man went on and on and on, relentlessly mocking his inability to protect her from 6134-3 and poking fun at the irony of "You can save everyone but your own lover!", and even (very subtly) hinting that she never loved him in the first place. The ferocity of his taunts rose and rose until Lawrence found himself sobbing and begging for him to stop.
Finally the man stopped talking and simply watched him for a few moments. Then, without warning, he drew a knife from his coat and stabbed it into the latter's chest, then dragged the blade down to his stomach. Lawrence roared as searing pain overtook his body.
As he was left in that chair to bleed out, the man backed away into the shadows, hissing out a parting shot.
"Love her, Lawrence. Love her... to death..."
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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:...
