Dr. Collingwood stared up at the ceiling, leaning against the countertop, sipping some coffee. It tasted a little weird today, for some reason, but it was probably just stale.
She glanced down, thinking she saw a bit of green in her drink. As she watched, the green showed up again.
Her eyes widened in alarm and she quickly put down the cup, backing away and looking around, listening for any evidence of an intruder.
Someone tackled her from behind, slamming her to the floor. Luckily neither her glasses or her nose was broken. A strong hand came up and clamped itself firmly over her mouth and pinched her nose shut. Something was jabbed into her neck as her lungs began to burn from lack of air. As her vision started to darken she inwardly cursed the person behind her before she blacked out.
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Dr. Collingwood came to with her head aching, sitting on a concrete floor slumped against the wall. Looking up, she noticed that one of the walls had a door with a window, bars stretching across it.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no!
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The Chaos Insurgency tried everything they could to force any information out of her.
Key word: tried.
The tactics they used were oftentimes painful, but it was nothing compared to what she had been subjugated to under Naga's control.
She said not a single word. She never answered a single question. She hardened her heart and barely reacted to anything, even the very worst of what they did.
Evan stepped into the interrogation room. He'd heard of a researcher they'd captured from the Foundation that was highly resistant to whatever tactics they used. Nothing worked. She hadn't spilled a single word of information.
He looked at the lady. Fairly unremarkable, short, black hair, olive skin, glasses. Her head was turned away so that the left half of her face was in shadow. Her left eye was serpentine and glowed yellow in the darkness.
Then she leaned forward. He flinched as her full face came into view
The left half of her visage was horribly mutilated, as if burned, and twisted her face into a snarl, growing ever more pronounced, giving her a horrifying visage. But over her left eye was that familiar clawmark scar.
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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:...
