Site-113.

Chapter 18. Necromancy.

In my unconscious state I saw the same pillar of green flame I had done the first time when my body fought against the SCP-610 infection. The pillar shot up into the infinity of the void, and down into the abyss.

The floor I was standing on rumbled, and the pillar disappeared with a flash of green flame, instantly dropping the area around me into complete darkness. All safe for one light source, the figure standing where the pillar had been.

It was a completely black humanoid, with green eyes and he was burning with a neon-green flame, similar to the pillar that was before him.

He was far, far away from me in a moment, and in the next he was standing no more than a meter from me.

"So, you finally did it." The fiery man spoke. He had no mouth but spoke regardless. His voice came from all around me, everywhere at once.

"You finally unleashed it. You became so overwhelmed by grief I got a firm grip on reality, pulling our latent power to the surface with me."

I was unable to move or speak, and only stared at the burning figure before me.

"You can learn to control our power. Now that you've had a taste of it, I know you won't be able to stop yourself from seeking it out. You're me, after all."

The fiery man suddenly appeared right in front of me, in a mirror frame. I was able to move my limbs again, and as I did the figure in the mirror followed me.

"About cherry and the other 939..." He spoke. "Go back to their graves. I think you will be impressed by the results."

One of my eyes twitched, and the mirror cracked, shooting shards toward me.

"Don't forget. We're capable of so much more than you think..."

I awoke again, lying face down on the Martian surface. I pushed my palms into the red sand, lifting myself off the red sand. There was something strange about the situation though. How come I can breathe just fine?

I took a deep breath and found myself breathing in what felt like normal oxygen.

That's strange. I looked down at my body and found I was wearing nothing at all.

I covered myself and started half-running toward the main facility again. How many times am I going to wake up nude...

After getting dressed again I remembered what my subconscious had told me. Go back to their graves, huh? Well, it couldn't hurt I suppose...

I looked down into the elevator shaft, spotting the elevator cage that was stopped at sublevel 7. Yeah, that elevator is not going to move again. I put a hand on my chin, thinking about how I might get down there. I looked into the elevator shaft again, noticing the metal wires going down to the elevator cage. I could definitely climb down those, I guess.

I took a hold of the wire, tugging it to test its strength. It didn't move much, so I tried to take a hold of it with both hands and wrapped my legs around it. It held me okay, so I began slowly climbing down the metal rope.

Eventually I made it to the elevator cage again, jumping down onto the roof of it. The roof looked like it had been blown out with a grenade from the inside... And I did that.

Scary.

I jumped down into the elevator cage, landing on the floor of it. The elevator dipped a little at my weight, but quickly bounced back to its correct position. I stepped out onto the catwalk and was immediately hit by the smell of death. Iron was in the air, and I had to stop myself from looking down at the cells below.