Could it be? (SCP 860's)

Project Cadmus Part 3

(Alan's P.O.V.)

I've been in that car for about 30 mins, none of us talked...
If was to run away I would have to first not be in sights of the Foundation, as long as they can see me, I am a target, but I can't leave mother there, that just won't be right...
"Don't even try for the door..." one of the guards said...
I looked to see one of the guards I didn't know, but I didn't reply...
The military car was packed, but I fell kinda sleepy for some reason...
The car drove for about 20 minutes more, and we arrived for what was apparently Site 36, I saw vines, and cracked structure, and not to mention, a huge hole on the wall where I will assume the door to be, this site was really old by just looking, and I could only imagine the inside...
I got out of the car and stepped into gravel, I looked at the area around the door and saw as if it was broken down...
Claw marks covers the ground to the entrance...
"This looks like an abandoned site, not decommissioned..." I said annoyed of how much they lie to me...
"We'll be timing from this end, once the timer hits 2 hours, we'll have to pull back, if you do managed to survive, then use this..." the male guard from before said as he handed me a weird cylinder...
"So this is a beacon so to say?" I asked...
"Yes, if you get a chance to use it, just put the bottom part on the ground and it will activate..." the guard said...
As I put it on my back, above my waist, wrap it with roots...
"We will also be acting as a guide inside the facility, but you need to be smart about this, we don't know where in the facility they are so you'll need to be extremely cautions..." the female guard said...
"Sorry but you lost me, you're not coming with me in there or are you?"
"We won't, we need to stay here by strict orders, here put this on your ear..." the male guard said as he handed me a ear piece, which I immediately put in my ear...
I turn around and start walking to the hole, I take a deep breath and turn on the flashlight, the light of day fades into the background, as I walk deeper I could hear nothing, normally animals would have made a home in some abandoned human occupied locations, but not this one, I didn't understand why, this is not normal animal behaviour...
As I went deeper, I started to hear things...
I heard a little girl talking weakly...
"H~Help... Me..." the little girl said...
"Hold on, I'm coming" I said as I ran towards the voice...
"Alan your movement tracker just jumped what's happening there?" The female guard said over the earpiece...
"A little girl is here, she sounds weak- wait HOW ARE YOU TRACKING ME?!" I said in realization...
"The beacon, even when not turned on it is a tracker of it's own..." the male guard said...
'Great, a tracker...' I said mentally...
I ran for a good minute down the halls trying to find the one that was the room that I was looking for, the voice guided me...
"Alan we can't h34r 9ou, (o^^3 ba(-"
The I just realized I wandered too deep in the facility, and I stopped hearing the little girl's voice...
I started to panic, due to the fact that I just remembered, Dr. Buck called this SCP, "Many voices...", could this SCP manipulate its voice to sound like anything?
I heard a clank behind me and I turned around as fast as I could, to see nothing, but I heard it, this SCP is here, it is just to fast for me to turn and see it...
I stop and close my eyes, and try to hear them better then I hear something on my right ear, I kicked the ground to go backwards and I see a creature, blood red, spikes on it's back, big mouth, sharp class and eyes just seem like tiny wholes, now this is just annoying...

(At the Foundation with Dr. Maritime)

(Dr. Maritime P.O.V.)

'I am not understanding, why does Dr. Ioma treat Alan that sort of way, he acts if he owns the place, and owns Alan, I just don't understand why though...'
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard banging against metal and fierce roaring, as I hear them, I see guards converging on 860-2A's containment door, the banging got stronger and louder following along with roaring...
I was unsure why this was happening so I decided to check in with Dr. Moore...
"Dr. Moore, explain to me what is happening?" I said as I arrived at the room he was in...
"It's 860-2A, she's beating the metal doors of her containment unit for some reason... K-9, what's your status?" Dr. Moore got a radio and contacted the unit on the field...
*over the radio*
"We're doing fine sir, but... "
" 'But' doesn't answer anything, say something!"
"Alan's Comm is down due to his depth, however his tracking device is still strong, but he is going all over a hallway, it is as if he is trying to attack or defend against something..."

(With Alan)
(No one's P.O.V.)
Alan was jumping up and down, left to right, just trying not to be bitten by 939, as he kept jumping he heard something else...
As he jumped another mouth appeared from the celling and tried to bite his head, but it missed by a centimetre too late, he landed on his tail to only see double the trouble...
Alan started to crawl backwards till he was launched from his position and hit the wall facing forwards, which cracked the wall, Alan bounced back and fell on the ground losing consciousness, till he started hearing things...
"This is ridiculous, why do we need this one alive? Let's just eat like we did all the rest?" Said *&2#^...
"Because we need him for our idea to work, now just help me get him in the room..." Said *+#%&$...
Till he lost consciousness...

(With the Foundation...)
The banging had stopped, and the most concerning was not why did it stop, but how was it going to change...
Dr. Moore was looking at the cameras placed in the containment unit for Alan's Mother, and she was just sitting on her stomach facing the door, with her tail going side to side slowly...
"Looks like she is ready to pounce at the first thing that comes through the door..." said Dr. Moore
"Well, I think it would be best if it was Alan than us, at least she won't hurt him..." said Dr. Maritime
"Then where is he?" Dr. Buck said coming behind the other two scientists...
"He is currently at Site 36, and trying to get a blood sample from SCP 939, we haven't received word from him..." Dr. Moore responded...
"Then we can assume that he has failed miserably..." Dr. Ioma said coming into the room...
"You always assume the worst" Dr. Maritime said...
"Because that is the only thing you can expect from trusting a job this important to a 10 year old..." Dr. Ioma complained...
"Technically he is 15, and he is still alive..." Dr. Moore interfered...
"How would you know this Dr. Moore?" Dr. Buck asked...
"The tracker, it is still active, and moving steadily, if he was dead, he would be moving fast for a second then stop and repeat..."
"Good work Dr. Moore... Dr. Ioma, is there a reason for you to be here?"
"No, I wanted to be here to see this..."
"Then I suggest you go see if your assignments are completed..."
"Grrr... Right away..." Dr. Ioma said bitterly as he leaves the room...
"Dr. Moore, keep track of his signal, Dr. Maritime, come with me, we'll get a subject to try and calm down 860-2A, if not we will have to lock her out till 860-2B can arrive..." Dr. Buck said as she continued to leave the room...
"Actually Dr. Buck, the classification has changed, after the discovery of Alan's personality, and nature, and the fact that he can change his appearance, he was re-classified as 860-3..."

To be continued.....

Sorry guys for not updating for a while, school is a pain, insanity is near, but hey, I can get some peace at times, and so I will publish this and work on my other books, k? GREAT! SEE Y'ALL AROUND!