Running With the Devil (SCP Fanfic)

Chapter 17: In Line

James laid on the bed, his eyes closed. He was thinking to himself as he found himself doing a lot recently. He was thinking about so much all at once that it became just noise and static coursed through his head.

Malo was in one of the corners of the cell, inspecting the wall intensely. She had her arms crossed and one of her sharp claws tapping on her boney chin.

James broke through the noise in his head and began isolating his thoughts. He thought about what he learned recently, what it all meant for him, and more importantly, his friend in the corner studying the wall. How could he tell her? How could he explain it? That he actually had a monster inside him.

James kept thinking harder and harder until he couldn't keep track of his thoughts, and they became just noise once again.

Ssscccrratch! The sound of grinding concrete pierced his ears, his eyes shot open, and he jumped right off of the steel slab he had been calling a bed.

"What the fuck was that?" He looked over to Malo who had one of her claws pressed up against the concrete wall she was staring at.

"I'm drawing," she said blankly.

"Drawing?"

"Yep," she dragged her claw against to concrete making a scrapping noise.

"Ok, whatever," he looked towards the wall and noticed something about it.

He never noticed before, but all four walls had scrawlings all over them, "since when were these scribbles here?"

"Those are my drawings you ass!" She stopped for a second.

"Sorry, I didnt know you took that much pride in them."

"Eh, I don't really they're just doodles. They do mean something to me, though, it's kinda like my dream board."

"Hey, how long have you been here before I met you?" He looked at the drawings that filled the wall.

"From what I gathered..." she looked up at the ceiling in thought, "13 years, 2 months, and 10 days."

"Yeah? You know to the exact day?"

"Yep, give or take a couple days. Even in this cell, I have my ways of knowing things."

"Yeah, it sounds like you spent a good portion of your life in here, makes me wonder how you know so much about life outside of these four walls."

"I got my ways, a girl has to keep some secrets," she wagged her finger in the air.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

Malo took her attention away from the wall and leaned against it, "I think I'm 24. I never had someone to tell me my birthday, so it's just a guess."

"So you did spend most of your life here, sorry about that," he looked at her with sympathy.

"Sorry never changes nothing, don't be."

James walked over to her. He looked up at her into her white eyes, then to the wall. His eyes widened at the drawing she clawed into the wall.

"What?" She saw his face turn pale.

In-between the clutter of other scratches for pictures on the wall was one of a square with a rectangle and two stick figures next to each other.

"What's the person with the two horns you drew?" He said worriedly.

"What the fuck are you on about? It's a picture of you, me, and our house. My drawing skills aren't that bad and horns? They're my ears, what else would have two triangles poking out of their head."