𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗.
Short practice writings and stories and such, I used a random generator for the plot of the story but overall requests for stories are closed. Thanks for coming around.
Officially my f...
Breathing heavily and clenching your eyes shut in an attempt to hide your screams. You started to sob out loud, unable to roll over onto your side or back so you could only lay there on your stomach. You felt warm and fat tears slide from your face and opening your mouth in a silent scream. You couldn't move anymore, barely even. You couldn't feel anything else besides the ached, broken, and stinging pain in your upper leg. No doubt it was broken, even the bruises and small broken bones didn't match to the intensity of it. You let out a loud, almost ear deafening scream throughout the room, only to know the sick bastards in the observing room had doomed you to your death. Well, you were going to die either way, either by SCP-173 or perhaps even SCP-096. However, you never thought you would be tested for SCP-106.
They were testing something new of course, and what might that be? Well, if it includes pushing you off a railing that was a good 4 stories high then making sure your femur was snapped would be your ultimate answer. You wouldn't be able to walk soon- or ever again if you knew better. You felt the cold concrete your body seemingly become chilly and ice cold to the touch. You were suffering, you knew it. Going out the hard way was always painful, no matter how you put it. You sobbed and wiped your eyes as you tried to avoid the leg bone to try and cease any increase in pain. You let out another cry as a wave of pain crawled through your nerves and leg. You breathed. You had to do something. Anything would do to try and make your death less in vain then what it already was. You clenched your fists and pushed the floor from under you, only to not be able to hold your own weight and collapse. Giving out a loud whimper and shake violently. You weren't about to give up though, so you tried again. Able to lift your stomach off and bend your other leg to try and give yourself a fighting chance.
You felt a wet and warm liquid leak from your nose, knowing the substance all too well as a drop fell downwards and onto the concrete. Dark red splattered as you gulped, your tears mixing with the much different coloration. You let a small growl-whimper out as you looked up. In front of you was the cold and harsh faces of the scientists, unsympathetic and cold. Their eyes harsh and inhuman. It made you feel sick, how many did they have to kill to act such a way? To treat you like shit? You wouldn't even try to stand, there was no point anyways. You tried your best to crawl, only able to try to avoid and ignore the stinging and ache of your nerves. Shaking your head as you came to a stop and shift your weight so you rolled onto your back. Which earned a loud sob from you as you leaned yourself up against the wall, coughing violently and breathing rapidly. You closed your eyes, listening to your own pulse and trying to calm your own heartbeat. That was until the room was dropped to freezing levels.
