Running With the Devil (SCP Fanfic)

Chapter 22: Feathers in the Wind

Her head hurt. She lay on the floor in a daze with her eyes closed.

"What happened?" She thought as water hit her face, forcing her eyes to open.

The sprinklers continued to rain water down. She picked herself off the floor. She grabbed onto a nearby table as her head started to spin.

Her vision doubled, she looked forward at the mess the place she was in had become. Green light spit forth somewhere on the floor. It grabbed her attention. She stared at it, trying to figure out what was there, her vision spinning, and slowly starting to come into focus.

The double vision she had joined together suddenly after spinning all over the place. Everything came into focus, and what she had been looking at was the immobile metal corpse of SCP-1010.

Her metal machinery, cables, and circuit boards were gutted from her body like entrails from an animal's stomach. Green sparks flew off the cables and circuit boards. Besides that, she was lifeless.

The display of SCP-1010 reminded her of something, "JAMES!" She shouted, her pointy ears jumping up.

She looked around frantically. She trembled in fear of what could have happened to him in the time she was unconscious.

"Please, where are you," she whispered as she tried to look through the low visibility environment. The fire that built up during her fight was extinguished by the sprinkler system but managed to spread into other areas of the facility, and the smoke from those fires migrated into the room. The sprinklers still jetting out water didn't help either as the spray mixed with the smoke to create a veil of discomfort.

Her shoes she wore had become soaked from the dirty, ashy water pooling on the ground. They softly slapped against the sobbing wet carpet as she hurried around the place, searching desperately.

A bit of orange appeared in her vision. She swiftly turned her attention towards it and ran at it.

She dove to her knees to the body in an orange jumpsuit on the ground. She was at the person's back and leaned over it to see their face. She took the face in both of her paws. It was James.

She picked him up and held him, hugging him tightly.

"James, are you alright?" She said, closing her eyes as she rocked him back and forth.

"James?" She opened her eyes, he didn't respond.

She let him to the floor gently, "Oh fuck," she said looking at a rip in the orange jumpsuit. The fabric where the rip was, was soaked with red that mixed with the water and bled into Malo's jumpsuit.

Her heart sank as she gazed at the apparent wound, "Can't be..."

She held her ear up to his nose, she heard breathing. He was still alive. It didn't ease her mind though, blood was everywhere and worried her still.

She let him slowly to the ground and looked around, she needed medical supplies, anything, and then she could attempt to help him.

She stood up onto her feet. She looked around at the mess of the office. She turned in a circle, looking around. She shuffled her feet around again, turning in another circle. She was lost, she had no idea what to do.

She fell to her knees next to James. Her eyes swelled. The pressure came down on her instantly. She couldn't move as worry weighed her down.

"Fucking Jesus Christ!" She weakly threw a fist at the floor.

Her jumpsuit was soaked and her fur underneath too. Her clothing and her fur uncomfortably stuck together as she breathed in the smell of burning smoke and the oily water of the sprinklers.