I turned the water off and stepped carefully out of the shower, little puddles formed wherever I walked. I wrapped a towel around my body and wrapped another around my hair. My hand trembled as I opened the bathroom door, steam flooded out of the room before me. I carefully stepped out and eyed the beds. No one was here. My breath finally escaped my lungs and I sat on my bed turning the tv on. It took me a while to figure out all the weird buttons but I eventually figured out the volume, how to change channels, and the power button. I flipped through the channels quickly there were a couple romance shows on, they made me gag. There was one that involved a police officer, I was interested until the gun shots came out. I finally landed on, I think it's called a cartoon? The show was Tom and Jerry, I was intrigued. And when the cat I think that was Tom screamed it made me smile and laugh. I say there for a while got dressed and dried my hair more all while mesmerized with the tv. The sound of the door ruined the mood. Before I could look Stacy ran over and jumped into my lap with a muffin, a bowl of cereal, and two pancakes drenched in syrup. I smiled as she rambled about the hotel about an old couple that were sitting and drinking coffee and talking. She said the girl behind the counter gave her a lollipop and the old woman would promise her it as long as she finished her breakfast. I glanced at her, no words were said. Stacy bounced seeing the cartoon on and was quickly hypnotized by the animations. I smile and grabbed an apple they had brought back and took a bite. Aside from the sounds from the TV and Stacy's giggling the room was a drowning quiet. I felt uncomfortable, and could feel when the old woman looked at me. Finally I broke the awkward air. "We need haircuts." Stacy turned in my lap to look at me. "Is that when someone cuts our hair and washes it?" I smiled and nodded ruffling her hair. "We gotta look all clean and new while we're here." She laughed and smiled big looking over. "Can we can we?" I'd looked over at the old woman, her face looked tired. More wrinkled than usual. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Fine, but nothing crazy that'll draw attention" I couldn't help but smile with relief, it would be good to have a fresh look.
After a couple hours we finally left. I had asked the girl from the front desk if there were any hairdressers in the area. She gave us directions and now here we are standing in front of it. "So uh what happens?" I asked no one in particular, well mainly the old woman. "We go in, I pay for you both to get a trim nothing over the top or anything that would bring attention." I rolled my eyes and walked into the shop holding Stacy's hand. A middle aged woman approached us quickly, a big smile plastered on her face. "Hello welcome! Oh I always love new customers, what can I do for you?" I froze and squeezed Stacy's hand. "Trim please." I let the woman take Stacy to a back room to wash her hair. I reluctantly stood as far away from the old woman as I could while she took a seat. We stayed silent for a long time, in the distance I could hear Stacy rambling to the hairdresser. I pretended to look at hair products, half the names made my head hurt from confusion. "I'm sorry." Her voice was sudden and wasn't something I was expecting. I looked over my shoulder at her, she was slumped forward. Her head was dropped, her misty grey hair covered her face from my view. "What?" Was the only word that I could get past my lips. She slowly raised her head. Her eyes were different, softer, there was something I couldn't recognize in them. "I'm sorry, for this morning." I'd crossed my arms and slowly nodded "I'm sorry to for going out." She shook her head. "I knew a group that was like you." Everything froze, my breath hitched in my throat and my tongue went dry. I could only watch her, she looked suddenly so frail. Like the age she really was. "When I was much younger, before even grey began to appear in my hair and the wrinkles weren't so deep. I was with a group, a group of people or at least things that looked like people. They were strong, fast, indestructible." She peered around to make sure no one was close to hear, I slowly sat down in the chair next to her. She leaned close and lowered her voice. "The giant reptiles were only one of the groups, story tales speak of a tribe of humans that took down one of them. They cooked and ate the flesh of the beast, but only a few ate it's heart. The tale says that they began to change. Their skin became harder, they were more violent, cuts on their body regenerated overnight. They become a new evolution, the rest of the tribe saw them as a threat and banished them. They wondered the earth and witnessed the destruction of man kind, their once brothers in blood now became sworn enemies. But although they were stronger and faster, they didn't think anything through." She paused as a worker passed by, I could see Stacy be sat down at a chair still rambling on. "They didn't think, they only relied on actions. I watched a whole group probably the largest to have ever existed be wiped out. They walked right into a trap, they didn't think. So many died." Her eyes glistened, she didn't have to speak for me to understand the horrors that were playing in her minds eye. I watched her, a new respect for her and a heavy guilt grew in my chest. I opened my mouth to speak. "Okay who's next?" I looked up shocked, standing in front of me with the biggest smile I've ever seen was Stacy. He bounced on her heels which caused her hair to swing, it was cut just above her shoulders and had a slight curl to it. I smile at her. "Guess it's my turn." I stood up reluctantly and glanced at the old woman, she kept her head down. I followed the woman into a back room and sat down by a sink. She washed my hair making small talk with me, mainly asking about Stacy and why we were in town. I lied my way through most of them, but my mind was elsewhere.
When she finished she lead me to a black chair, I carefully sat down and tensed up when it began to move upwards. "Now what were you thinking of getting?" I'd look at her through the mirror and freeze. "Oh uhm I was uh just wanting something different." She smiled and put a strange tarp around my body and began combing through my hair. "Hmm how about a wolf cut?" I tilted my head slightly. "A what?" She smiled and pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up photos of all types of women with this haircut. After a few more photos it began to grow on me. "Do you think it'll fit my face shape?" I asked nervously, she smile and ran her fingers through my hair. "It'll look wonderful dear." I took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's do it." She smiled big and clapped her hands quickly before grabbing a pair of scissors and clips. I clutched onto the seat as she began to cut at my hair. Each cut made my heart skip a beat and when it began to look different I started doubting my choices. She was delicate and careful with each snip. As she continued Millie's face flashed in front of me. Not only could I feel it but I could clearly see in the mirror my cheeks begin to flush a bright pink. The careful moves and intentional cuts looked so similar to Millie's soft hands guiding her pencil across the paper. I hadn't noticed I had zoned off until a gentle hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my daydream. "I'm sorry, your hair is finished? What do you think?" I looked in the mirror. My hair had more volume to it, I had bangs that hung right above my eyes. As I turned my head I could see that my hair thinned out the lower it went but still had good volume and fullness to it. I couldn't help but stare a little, it was new and strange but wasn't to terrible I suppose. "Thank you." I stood up and followed her back to the others. Stacy was the first to notice, she jumped up onto me and when I picked her up she began to play with my hair. "It's so soft!" I laughed a little. "That so?" She nodded and smiled big. The old woman stood up and quickly paid, she declined the offer for them to cut her hair and walked out of the shop without another word. I quickly followed her carrying Stacy. The walk back to the hotel room was quiet and awkward. "Alex?"
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Hard to destroy human (SCP story)
FantasyThis is my own fun little SCP story, my own character is SCP-700. A teenage girl who doesn't remember why or how she got into the containment center. All she wants is to escape.