SCP Oneshots

76-2 - Ransom

Able has breached containment and his lover/girlfriend is at a different facility. A few of the remaining scientists in Able's containment area are discussing ideas to get Able back to his cell.
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"I'm just saying, she's the only thing he cares about."
"That's exactly why we can't use her as 'ransom'"
"What do you mean?"
"A few years ago..."

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"Able, calm down. The sooner you return to your cell, the less harm comes to (Y/N)," the guard slapped a hand over his mouth.

Able stopped his massacre to look at the guard, "What did you just say? Because I'm pretty sure you said that someone was," his voice intantly rose, "GOING TO HURT (Y/N)!!!"

Able rushed the guard, slicing his wrists and ankles to make him suffer in death, "Where is she? WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!?!?"

The dying guard shakingly answered, "Sh-she's at y-your-your containment c-cell."

Able left the terrified guard to die and began sprinting to his containment cell to retrieve (Y/N). As he ran he started to imagine what he'd do to the poor guards that dared to touch his beloved.

After only a few minutes, he had reached the top of his containment cell. He took a short trip down the elevator and formulated a plan of attack.

Normally, he'd just massacre everybody, but with her in their hands, he needed a stratagy to keep her out of harms way.

Quickly, he decided to strategically visit each room and check everywhere for his lover. He would take no prisoners.

He dashed from the elevator as soon as the doors were far enough apart from each other. A check of one room revealed several guards, whose last moments were spent watching SCP-076-2 move at speeds impossible for even him, slitting throats but sometimes accidentally slicing a head off.

After massacring all rooms but his actual cell in a similar manner, Able was still beyond pissed. Normally he'd be overjoyed at the slaughter he had just caused, but that was when his lover was safely locked away in his box.

He decimated the door to his cell in under a minute, hardened features softening at the sight of his love before his anger swelled back at her injuries.

She was tied to a metal chair with steel cables, and had bruises, cuts, and scrapes all over her body. Her ankles were both sliced so she couldn't run even if she wasn't restrained. But worst of all, her face had several large cuts running across its surface.

"Able! You're here!"

"(Y/N), darling, close your eyes for a moment," Then, as soon as her eyes were closed, Able began his massacre.

Suddenly, the sound of a gun cocking and a short gasp from (Y/N) made Able's blood run cold.

"One more step and I'll shoot her," Able stillsd as the man spoke, "Return to your box and no more harm will come to her."

Able began to stagger to his box, fingers working through the locks. He heard the gun-weilding guard come up behind him, but heard no sound to indicate that his lover had been moved.

Faster than the human eye could process, he had turned and ripped out the gaurd's heart. With the immediate threat gone, Able focused on releasing his (H/C)-haired lover from her restraints.

As soon as she was freed, Able pulled his lover into his arms (bridal style) and sunk to his knees, showering the girl in silent affection. Several minutes later, when the girl's breathing had slowed and she was nestled into his body, he slowly stood and strode over to his box.

After hearing a sharp intake of breath, Able turned his eyes to a corner of the room. Cowering in the corner was a gaurd.

Able turned to the man and said

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"You will live to see the sunrise tommorow for one purpose: to tell any who wish to use my love against me the fate that will fall upon them."
"My God... How many..."
"He killed 83 gaurds that day. Not a single human made it out that day, save his lover and I."