SCP-049 x Reader [Immortality]

Secret Organization

Mixed emotions filled you as you lay down on your worn out hard mattress inside a molding cell. You hear the sound of boots quickly moving in the halls, the click and clack of the guard's gun as it slightly sways with the guards movement. The banging and shouting outside a Class-D's cell erupts through the hall as you curl up into a ball, hoping you're not next.

You begin whimpering and you think about how you got into this hell of a place. You were accused of murder of two men and a 4 year old girl, and was sentenced to death. No matter how much you defended yourself, the evidence wasn't enough. You were at the murder scene at the wrong time, in fact the victims were your brother and brother in law, and your 4 year old niece.

You stood there in horror at the sight of their mutilated bodies lying outside your house on the street, unable to comprehend what you were seeing until you broke down in tears when the realization hit you and that it wasn't a dream. Kneeling down and lifting up your niece, you looked at them at all until you could no longer hold it and you let out a hoarse scream that filled the quiet neighborhood.

What would people think when they see a blood covered woman beside dead people and realize they are outside that very same woman's house, and the fact that those people are related to that woman? As a suspect you went through months of court procedures trying to defend yourself but your evidence proved to be faulty in the eyes of the court. You were guilty and sentenced to death unless the Jury voted for a more merciful sentence, but they didn't. Why would they when those poor souls met a horrible death? You were shaking and you let out a shaky breath as you were cuffed and taken by security. The anger and betrayal you felt when you watched them vote for your death had hurt you.

Months went by of waiting in queue for your death. Those months were hell for you, it felt like a ticking bomb counting down to your doom and Death glooming over your body, just waiting to grab your soul when your heart stops beating. Until finally you were finally booked. However, the day before you die, you had a visitor. It was a man wearing a formal suit and black shades, and had a single clipped pile of paper. You wondered who this man was, he wasn't your lawyer so perhaps they replaced your old one, but you hoped they finally proved you innocent or maybe sentence to life was such a better option than just dying.

You asked who he was and he explained he was from a secret organization and that instead of you dying, he can offer you your life if you joined them. You asked him what his organization was for but he didn't answer but simply slid the clipped papers towards you on the table and pointed at the bottom of it which simply said "Your signature". You hesitated at first but the thought of you dying, quickly got you to sign the paper, which you mentally slapped yourself in the present since you didn't read what it had said. You were too blind and scared that you signed yourself into a trap, in fact a place much worse than death. You curse the day you sighed that stupid paper.

They cuffed and put you in a van before you were grabbed from behind and they placed a cloth onto your face that smelled like a strong chemical, you blacked out.

When you woke up again, you were lying down flat strapped down. You could see that they put something over your head to restrict your sight. You tried leaning up but your upper torso was also strapped down. You started to struggle until you got pushed back down from your left shoulder by something hard.

"Don't move." a man on your left, sternly says.

You froze at the sound of something sliding and clicking into place. He has a gun. You managed to quickly calm down and struggled to put your hands up, that are also stripped down, as a sign of peace. The pressure from the tip of the gun on your shoulder releases and you sigh in relief.

You could see slightly but it was blurry. The van was moving and you could make out lights passing from outside. You thought to yourself where they were taking you. You suddenly heard something shift on your right. "Is there something else in here?" You thought. You thought how ridiculous these restraints they've put on you were. You understand why they don't want people to see where their base is since they are a 'secret organization' or whatever but this is going too far. Unless it was necessary for something else... maybe so that you couldn't run awa-

Your thoughts were abruptly stopped when the van came to a stop and you hear shifting and boots beside you making their way to the back of the van. You see the doors open, bright lights slightly blinds your vision, a silhouette of a man in gear walks out of the van.

You hear someone walk up to the van and start talking with the man.

"So, who do we have here?" the unknown person says.

"Class-D-1360. Y/N L/N, age 20, female, she received the death penalty for 1st degree murder." The man replied back.
"Well it seems we have another criminal in our hands, alright bring her in."

"Yes, sir."

The bag on your hand gets yanked off but your eyes are quickly blinded by the lights from outside. Your eyes quickly adjust and you see the man that was next to you appear to look like some sort of guard. He wore a white camouflage shirt and pants with black heavy armor, he had a black boots, gloves and helmet with a green visor covering his face. You looked more closely to see a logo you've never seen before on his shoulder and chest. It was an odd shape with three arrows pointing at the center of it. "Where the fuck am I?" You thought to yourself.

A person that looked exactly like the guard next to you grabbed the thing you're laying on and slid you out of the van. The guard caught the other side of it and pulled you outside. The thing you're on is then lifted up and you can see everything. You frantically looked at your surroundings and saw a giant gate with huge walls and lights shining down on the area. You could see more guards walking along the walls and on the ground. You suddenly see other vans with people in the same situation as you coming out of them.

"Where the fuck am I!?" You scream out.
"Now, now, that's quite enough." 

You recognize the same voice from a minute ago and turn your head to the direction of their voice. There stood a man in a black suit walking up towards you. "It's not everyday that we have a woman showing up in this place, considering women are much more civil than men. You should be quite a special specimen for the Foundation!" He says stopping a few feet from you.

"Special specimen? For the foundation? What!?" You thought to yourself.

He claps his hand and walks to his left. "Now then, do we have everyone?".
You struggle to let out words.

"W-wait what do you mean by special specime-" you see men strapped like you are lined up beside you, at least a dozen of them. Unable to do anything. You don't understand how this sort of treatment is necessary. The man walks up to a guard with a red visor instead of green with a clipboard and gets handed it. You assume the guard is of higher rank.

"Ah yes, good, everyone is here." He says looking at the clipboard. "You may brief them now."
"Yes, sir" The guard replies.
"Alright, Class-Ds listen up! I will explain the rules and I will not repeat myself again, so listen carefully. Do not speak unless spoken to so keep your mouth shut. You will obey all commands given to you. Do not attempt to cause violence or escape especially near an SCP containment, or you will be terminated-" the guards voice is blurred out as you think.

"An SCP containment?" you quietly said to yourself.
"You'll soon find out." You turned to your right to see the man in the black suit again.
"I can't exactly tell you anymore than that, fortunately"
"Fortunately?" You say but he starts to walk away.

"W-wait!"

You're cut off by the sound of alarms and the sound of heavy gears turning. The giant gate slowly lifts up and you suddenly see a truck holding a giant container drive through the gate. You could see words on it saying "WARNING: KETER SCP-682 APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION" you could hear faint soft growling like a snore coming from it.

"Oh God, what did I sign up for?" you say with a shaky voice.
"Alright, roll them in!" the guard shouts.

You start seeing the other Class-Ds getting wheeled into a line as you suddenly get wheeled to the back of it. You slowly start to panic as you see you and the other Class-Ds are following the truck with the SCP through the gate. You didn't want to go in there, you didn't want to see what was really inside that container. You begin crying, you didn't want to meet these "SCPs", you wished you just died like you planned too. With that, the giant gates closed behind you. 

(Hello! Author here! This is my second book and I have quite a lot of ideas for this one so stay tuned! I haven't properly edit this story so don't get mad if there's a minor grammar mistake, thank you!)