Beyond The Depths: It's A Long Way To Go
Black looked out at the awe-inspiring landscape as the train-lift zipped across the alien world. The line the train was attached to was built along a series of mountains, rigid and dark in color. A flat sea of violet grass stretched for miles, only broken by another mountain range on the other side of the plain.
A large, bright, blue moon contrasted against a deep green sky, which itself was textured with swirls and moving patterns. Black couldn't tell if those were supposed to be clouds or something completely different.
He turned back around and took in the cabin. It looked strikingly similar to the inside of a subway car, with the only real difference being a lack of vertical handles. The walls and floor were made of a strange, dark gray metal, and the only source of light was from a half cylinder on the ceiling.
Sitting next to Black was Scorn, wearing a white cloth vest and with the plasma globe in hand. Scorn's lipless mouth moved as they clicked at two guards standing by the door. The two Krekels clicked in return, most likely holding a conversation.
SCP-105 was sitting across from Black. He caught it turning away as he looked over at it. It had been taking short glances at Black every since he woke up, looking away whenever the two of them made eye contact. Still, 105 hadn't asked him anything yet.
He looked down at the book he had yet to read a word of, trying desperately not to think about the dream. About Lora.
No. Black thought to himself. Not Lora. SCP... God... it was terminated so quickly they didn't even give it a designation.
The cabin rocked slightly as it took a slight turn. Scorn had told them it would be about an hour and a half before they reached the pool. So far they have travelled roughly an hour.
Black closed his eyes as his mind, unwillingly, began to wander.
Jaxon was crouching down in a pool of blood, holding Lora in her arms. Lora, pale and covered in the red liquid, was clutching her side.
"It hurts." She cried.
"I know it does." Jaxon attempted to soothe. "I know it does."
The girl let out a few whimpers, then stopped moving. Her empty eyes stared up at nothing.
"Black?"
He opened his eyes and turned to 105. It was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Are you ok?" It said.
"I'm fine." He reached up and wiped his eyes after feeling moisture begin to build up.
"You sure?" It asked. "You seem really out of it, and you look terrible."
"I'm just anxious to get back to our world." He said.
This wasn't a complete lie. Ever since he came to his senses back in the cell, he had been concerned about how the op was going. When they had left, Omega-7 was caved in and engaged with a giant spider. Sure, the rest of Omega-7 was on their way, but after seeing what happened to Evans...
"Remember when I said you spoke in your sleep?" 105 said.
"What about it?"
"Well, in your rambles, you mentioned a Lora, and how she didn't need to die. What's that about?"
Black froze. He wasn't expecting that.
"How much did I say?" He asked.
"Just that it wasn't fair how she died."
It wasn't fair. Black thought. Out of all the outcomes that mission could have had, that was by far the least fair.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
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SCP: North Star: Beyond the Depths
General Fiction"I'm not calling you 105 because of some vendetta or personal opinion. I call you 105 because that is your name, and I call you it because you are an object. An SCP object, property of the SCP Foundation. Understand?" I do not own this story.
