Billy delivered the last researcher outside, then charged back into the building to look for SCP-6134-3 and any other escaped SCPs. Luckily, only the serpent seemed to have breached containment.
"Billy! Over here!"
The sloth ran to John's voice and spotted the towering silhouette of the massive cobra. Together they managed to wrestle it back into its vase while others ran to extinguish the flames that were starting to spread across the facility.
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John ran around the outside of the facility. He knew that Dr. Collingwood had been thrown from a great height while possibly ablaze. Thank God for the raging downpour yesterday, or the fall would have likely killed her, especially if she had been on fire.
He found her lying in a deep puddle, with glass shards all around her. She was horribly burned on the left side of her body. Her left hand and foot looked charred. He looked up and saw, to his horror, a broken window directly above her that was five stories above the ground.
John, don't just stand there! If you don't do something, she'll die!
John shook his head, snapping himself back to reality, and gathered her limp body in his arms, then sprinted off to find help, praying that it wouldn't be too late.
Hang in there, Molly. It won't be much longer.
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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:...
