Glacial Motion (An SCP Reader Insert)

[Alpha] CH.01 - S,0X447/2 (Pt2)

[Short A/N: Welcome to Y/N pov. Your current perspective for the story; it will be very rare, though. I can much more easily write in 3rd person and say they're your thoughts.]

My eyes were stinging as I opened them, having jolted awake again. My mind was blanketed by a soft dread that forced me to focus on my surroundings. My hands were heavy, and looking down at them would tell why. I was covered by the comforter I brought.

Given the new knowledge, I let out a sigh, starting to survey where I was positioned; my head was propped up by the bookcase behind me, and my body was leant against it. Though the colours of so many books were harsh to process in one try. I blinked to focus and saw the attendant coming my way.

"(Fake Name)! You're awake? Are you alright? What happened to you? It's been nearly a month since you were last here! I was wondering when you'd visit for more books like you said you wanted?" She overwhelmed me with questions I could hardly compute as hugged the fabric of the comforter to my chest.

How am I going to explain it to her? She only knows that home life isn't the best. Do I? Yeah, I'll tell her that I can't go back, make up some issue. "I-I've been k-kicked o-out.." I cursed internally at my stutter, but figured it would sound more believable that way anyway.

With that, she was off, telling me that she needed to inform her boss that I would stay in the library for until she could find out better residence for me as a victim of my circumstances, leaving me to get a better look at where I was.

I knew after looking around and seeing the door that I was put in the back room where they put unsorted books, giving me enough time to start thinking about what I should do, what plan I had to live away from what I was used to.

After about forty-five minutes, I heard someone coming, and was surprised by a lithe man bursting into the room with a clipboard in hand, turning his head to look at me with what seemed like disdain. I was already starting to dislike this man. His mere presence was arrogant, topped off by the tacky clip-on tie attached to his collar and the way he tapped his foot impatiently, as if expecting an apology and an explanation to be given immediately.

As if like a fortune, or in my case, misfortune, he spewed those same sour words with an uptight managerial tone, expecting me to answer him with my story. But without a second after, he disregarded his question, and downright ordered me to get out.

As if like clockwork, he continued by moving to directly drag me out, but I felt my blood chill as soon as his hand got anywhere near me, but when I expected a horrid grip, instead there was only a dreadful drip of scarlet that splashed onto my wrist.

It happened so quick, so impercievably fast, that my legs responded quicker, and as my comforter was stained slowly, I ran through the now icy room, crashing out of the door, past the attendant I saw gasp in surprise and stop from what looked like a sprint as I headed for the exit.

My hands were covered in frost, and as I continued to run, my mind flickered at impossible speed at what I had seen. The very manager of the library, skewered by crystals of ice, hanging like a ragdoll with newly empty eyes from what I had done.

I didn't even know how, or I'd it was me, but I still blamed myself, as in my instincts, I had wanted him to stop, and that was exactly the fate forced on him. I didn't even notice that I spat out a mouthful of vomit, as it was overpowered by the searing paining my stomach and legs.

I was on the pavement, wallowing in what had conspired, panicking about what the attendant would see, about the scarlet coating my fabric I clung to myself, and most importantly on if I was now a criminal to be hunted.

It was these exact thoughts that stopped my mind from realising the rigidity of my now unbending comforter, and the air that would choke anyone else of how thin it was.

I had never had such a thing happen before. What would happen if the police found me? Would I kill them, too? My mind ached, I couldn't handle how it throbbed, or the sound of screeching wheels near my now frost covered space.

Before I knew it, a booming voice met my ears, and as I turned my head to see what looked like a SWAT team clad in black, great spears of ice burst from the ground, staining the ground crimson from the torrent of fluid I had just made.

I knew it now, that I was the culprit, that I had committed an involuntary genocide, that I would never get to see the light of day if I was caught, and my mind screamed for me to run again. Only, this time, I sat still, and whispered to myself that I deserved to stay away from these people, that them mistreat me, as do I mistreat them.

I stood up with what little energy I had left, and raised my hand in surrender to the odd SWAT team. I didn't want to see any more, and did nothing as I was dragged into the back of the van and shackled down.

It wasn't long before my mind started to drift, regardless, and so with the lack of anything else to see, I started to cry, and let out everything I had been keeping in. Uncontrolled and silent, it all came rushing out, easing my aches only slightly.

I knew It would be a long journey to wherever I was going, and I felt myself become lighter as I passed out, stopping my spiralling thoughts in their tracks. Just one left as I fell out of consciousness; 'Where am I going?'.

[A/n:

Second part of the prologue complete! Next page will finally be in the foundation. There, they'll be a couple of reveals, power discovery, and hopefully more interesting content from here onwards!

Got to the thousand mark again, which is going to be my minimum for each page to give you guys, gals and everyone else all plenty to digest on each page.

Once again, this is my first work here, and I'd appreciate to hear anything you have to say, even if it's abuse you wish to say to me. I will go through each comment as I see it, and if it's looking for a reply, I'll be sure to answer.

Good day from me,

Author, Øwuelen.]