The New SCP

The Test

The next mourning, Jayson awoke on his bed. He was used to not using blankets, so he slept perfectly. Or as perfectly as he could. Jayson looked around the room, his mourning eyes still very blurry. After a bit of eye-rubbing, Jayson could see the room he was in and wasn't surprised. The large, white room that he was to stay in for the rest of his life. Jayson held his head in his hands, thinking of something he could do. Suddenly, guards walked into his room, without knocking. They roughly grabbed Jaysons arms and pulled him to them.

Jayson: Well, good morning to you, too.
Guard 1: Shut it, kid. Just stay quiet and cooperative and we won't have to do anything drastic.
Jayson: Yea, yea. So what is this, orientation?
Guard 2: Something like that. Now let's go.

Further and further they walked through the so called "foundation", the lead scientist seemed to say.

Jayson (thinking): Lots of prying eyes on me. Must be because I'm the "newbie" or some shit.

Jayson suddenly stopped walking, the two guards becoming suspicious.

Guard 1: Hey, kid, let's go!
Guard 2: This is an order, son, just do as your told!

Jayson spun around a bit, observing every scientist staring at him.

Jayson: Take a good look, everyone. Take a really good look, because you'll want to remember my face.
Guard 2: Son...

The guards were beginning to get impatient, Jayson glaring back at them. They stopped in place, more curious that scared, but they didn't want to take any chances. Jayson looked back to the scientists as the guards backed up a bit.

Jayson: I've heard a bit about this place, so I know exactly what you're thinking. 'Oh, he's just one of those monsters in those cages, where they can't get us', right? Well, guess what. I still have a human brain, with human intelligence, and you can't find my weaknesses, so I could be a beast in disguise, just... waiting... for blood.

Jaysons eyes turned to that of a snakes as his teeth grew sharp; for only a moment, in the blink of an eye, almost threateningly, before his face was normal again. The guards quickly grabbed Jaysons shoulders and began pushing him ahead, cussing at him and trash talking as they pushed him. The guards kept pushing him forward, until he was in a large room. The guards shut the door behind Jayson, leaving him alone. There was nothing but a chair in the center of the room, screwed into the floor. Jayson sat in the chair and crossed his arms. Suddenly, a door on the other side of the room opened, three men in orange jumpsuits walking through, chuckling as they walked to him.

Prisoner 1: Oh, come on. A fucking child?
Prisoner 2: It'll be easy to make him snap.
Prisoner 3: Now hold up guys, remember the looks of these monsters can be deceiving. Heh heh.

Jayson grunted as he watched the men approach him.

Jayson: What the hell is going on here?

Suddenly, an intercom seemed to turn on.

Bryson: Hello, Jayson. These people in front of you are criminals, known here as 'D-Class'. These D-Class personnel are going to challenge you. Just how far can you go before you get angry and transform?

Jayson looked up in shock, before noticing the security cameras in the corners of the room.

Jayson: You're-... you're documenting me!? You bastard!
Bryson: Hey, I told you this was going to happen. I just need to see just how dangerous you are.

The intercom shut off, the 3 D-Class chuckling.

Jayson: It doesn't matter what you do, I'm not falling for your trick.

However, that wasn't the case. The 3 D-Class would keep pushing and shoving Jayson, sometimes hitting him and calling him names. Jayson assumed they were just as new as him, since no one would willingly act like this if they knew the risk.

D-Class 1: Damn. I thought this would have been easier.
D-Class 2: Yea. What if he isn't actually dangerous? What if he's faking everything?
D-Class 3: Oh, damn, that would be hilarious!

Hearing this, Jayson finally snapped, grabbing the arm of one of the D-Class and threw him at the others, seemingly effortlessly.

Jayson: I know I said that I wouldn't fall for their little game, but damn I hate it when people take me lightly. I really... really hate it!

Suddenly, a few of Jaysons muscles began to grow slightly, before continuing to grow, his shirt and pants ripping the larger he got. After what seemed like a roar, Jayson wasn't Jayson anymore. He was something else, his skin replaced with shiny green scales, his eyes slivered like a snake, his teeth turned from normal human teeth to razor sharp daggers for bones. He was triple his height and his muscle mass was multiplied incredibly. The three D-Class stared at the monster in terror, while it looked back at them what what seemed like a merciless look in its eyes.

Beast Jayson: You all... are about to see just how dangerous I can be.

The beast finally lunged toward the three D-Class.

Bryson: Go, go, go!

Bryson order guards to stop Jayson, but by the time the guards entered the room, it was covered in red and Jayson was sitting in the chair in his normal human form, his shirt obliterated and his pants ripped to shorts. The door of the room shut and the intercom turned on.

Bryson: Jayson? Jayson, are you still there?

Jayson slowly looked at one of the cameras, the one he knew Bryson was looking through, knowing he was staring back. They both stared for a bit, before Jayson spoke.

Jayson: Relax, Doc. I didn't lose my mind or anything. Remember, you wanted this. I told you what would happen, and you decided to test my patience.
Bryson: I... that's not... but...
Jayson: Wanna know something about that little form? My scales are bulletproof, reflecting them without a scratch. That mean I could have escaped at any time I wanted to, and yet I decided to stay here. You know why? Because now that I know what this place really is, I know I'm not the only monstrosity that people want to kill around here. I knew that I would be taken care of without having the risk of killing someone. But look at this room. Take a good look at this room and tell me I thought right! Come on! SAY IT!

Bryson couldn't find any words, he was stuck thinking about what Jayson was saying. Jayson turned to the guards, the guards quickly pointing their guns at him. He sighed.

Jayson: You all don't learn, do you?

He stood up from the chair and held his arms out.

Jayson: Are we going or what?