Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

The Haunted Past

Years ago strange creatures and objects around the world terrorized the people. Some were so deadly that stories couldn't be made about them, because no one lived to pass them on. One group who had roamed the earth for eons hid the best. This group was of large violent reptilian creatures. They roamed swampy areas and killed anything that dared deep foot on their land. When man kind began to grow and develop the reptilians began to see them as a disease that hurt and destroyed whatever was in their path. They started hunting humans all across the world, but they didn't realize just how brutal humans could be. They burned, shot, slaughtered the entire population of these once magnificent guardians of the land. Or so they thought. A tragic day a corpse was found washed up in a beach. At first it was reported as a whale, but when the foundation blocked the scene cleaned everything suspicious up, they realized what it truly was. It was quite possibly the last reptilian giant in the world, it had evolved. It's skin healed in a matter of minutes, it had learned to swim and breathe underwater, it's back was covered in dark fur that hid it in the dark depths of the deep.  But it's face, or where the face and skin should've been was bone and no amount of equipment could even scratch it. When they successfully brought it back to the facility they made a vital mistake, and that was the first breach SCP-682 had caused. The havoc, the bloodshed, it was like the war all over again. But like last time it was defeated, the people were quick to learn and built a special prison for the creature. Where it still is today, wasting away in acid. The past tells of so much power and intelligence in their blood, but now all that's left to show for it is a chained test subject that is fed criminals of the world and witnesses first hand how cruel humans can be.

She stopped and took a sip of her tea. I sat on the bed unknowingly leaning forward to her, my eyes aches from me not blinking. "What else?" I asked impatiently. She shook her head and portioned behind me. Stacy was asleep, curled up in a little ball, she quietly sucked on her thumb in her sleep. I frowned and sighed carefully tucking her into bed and looked over at the old lady who was getting herself situated in her own bed. "You only told me about SCP-682, what does that have to do with me?" She raised her boney finger to her lips. "Another day, now rest." She whispered as she turned the light out and laid down. I sat in the darkness alone with my thought. After some time I finally laid down facing Stacy, she squirmed in her sleep a little. I softly and slowly moved my arm under her head and smiled a little. So many questions filled my head, none had been answered. The darkness was to quiet, to empty, my body felt like it was sinking through the mattress. A sudden weight on my side brought me back to my conscience, I could feel Stacy shiver and cling to my side. I carefully pulled the covers up to her shoulders and put my arm around her. I couldn't sleep. Couldn't think to. The night I laid there, my body glued to the mattress and my eyes watched the dark above me. I didn't move until the sun slowly seeped through the silky white curtains.

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Well I'll be damned, never thought I'd be back writing here I'm officially a sophomore in highschool. I never imagined when I stopped writing this story due to burnout and my mental health plummeting that it would continue to grow. So many of you wonderful people have commented and liked this story even after I had given up on it. I owe you all so much I haven't written in forever but to make it up to all of you I hope to finally finish this wonderful story for all of you. Thank you so much <3