The Chaos Insurgency

The Hidden

I watched in horror as Larry collapsed to the ground, the dart buried in his chest. The retreating Dr Tan smirked with satisfaction, no doubt setting off to find a team of guards. I immediately threw myself to my knees, trying to examine the wound.

"Larry?" my voice resonated with worry, nudging him slightly. "Larry?"

I received no response. The SCP lay still, his eyes shut.

"Larry!" I was louder this time, panic setting in.

Larry remained quiet, adding to my concern.

"Come on," I nudged him desperately. "Don't do this to me!"

A tight feeling spread throughout my chest. My only companion was..........dead? He couldn't be. My eyes darted around his unconscious figure furiously, desperate to find a sign of life.

"Larry, please!" I begged. "We have to move...........come on..........please........"

I looked to the dart that still lay stuck in his chest and yanked it out. Lifting it to the light, I examined it. A small compartment with residual drops of a mysterious purple liquid was attached to the back to the dart. My mind flashed back to the vial I had seen in the interrogation room. 'The Cure' as they had called it. Clenching the deadly weapon in my fist, I rose to my feet to see a group of five guards round the corner, guns aimed at me.

"That's right, Erikson," one guard snarled, nodding his head. "It's over. Surrender yourself."

Eyes fixated on them, I took slow steps toward them. I felt my anger rise with every inch, seeing red. They had killed him. Taken my only companion and friend in a place of fear and horror. Leaving me alone to fend for myself. The answer was simple. They had to pay. With their lives.

"That's the way," another guard said. "Just a little closer."

My blood ran hot, my face burning with rage. The pain from my injuries was non existent, my mind far too consumed by what I planned to do. In moments, I was standing in front of them. One guard walked around me, grabbing my wrists to cuff me. But I was ready. In one swift movement, I turned and took a page out of SCP 173's book, cleanly snapping his neck. Among the shouts and confusion, I grabbed the fallen guard's gun and opened fire. Two guards fell prey to my bullets, their bodies rendered useless as they crumpled to the floor. I felt a bullet snag me in the arm but I seemed to have an inability to feel the pain as I killed another and injured the other. The guard screamed in agony, writhing on the floor. His leg bled profusely from the bullet, likely a major artery had been hit. I kicked his only weapon away and pointed my gun at his head, removing his helmet.

"Tell me about 'The Cure'", I immediately said.

"W-why should I t-tell you a-anything?" the guard hissed through cries of pain.

"Because I am the one who's armed," my voice was cold and emotionless. "Which means I decide who lives and who dies."

The guard's eyes widened in fear, his tongue licking his dry, bloodied lips shakily.

"Okay......." he breathed. "But you have to promise me you'll spare my life."

"Deal," I just said.

"'The Cure' is a code word," the guard started talking with gasps of pain. "It's a word to allude to the poison that would destroy SCP 106. The head thought it wise to disguise its name. He thought by using such a broad term that could describe anything from a band to a legitimate treatment, we could veil it from the Foundation."

"Why SCP 106?" I asked. "Why is his death so important to the Insurgency?"

"Don't you understand?" the guard coughed. "It's too dangerous to keep alive. It's a Keter class. Do you think it's the only one? We aim to destroy the entire Keter class. That way, the world would be a safer place."