Regrets And Sorrows: An SCP Novel

Chapter 5: Director Murphy

Director Murphy's Perspective:

I've been in a couple of years here now in The Foundation. I was an MTF commander for some time in the Hammer Down unit, been a Site director for 6-7 years, I've dunno, I could not recall each of my memories anyways. And finally, a Director of Task Forces, really nice, I could just relax, manage the MTFs budget and whatnot, and... just manage the friggin roster, yes.

Why did it become this complicated, killing off Dr Valerie and getting tazed in a meeting room that was more like an arena, I really don't know. Except for one:

One day, not a hot summer's day, because it was mid-May of something and it rained, horibbly, very horibbly. Then a letter was up my mail. It said that "keep an eye on that Valerie, I suspect that she is a 'mole' in the Foundation..." with a signature of Dr Hill, an already deceased and "subversive"  researcher of Site 59. His cause of death was shot seven times with the caliber of a pistol. And on that pistol, was a carved engraved signature of Dr Valerie, or known to the GOC as codenamed: "The Queen Of Seven Spades And Seven Knives ".

I knew it. She was part of the Global Occult Coalition all along. I expected it for a long time, ever since she became Site director of Site 59. She was good at hiding this stuff, yes, pretty good.

Now I found myself in a dark interrogation room where I myself, was once the interrogator. Heh, very ironic if you ask me. Well, I took up my cigarettes and smoked a few, waiting for the guy, or gal, that's going to swiped my face onto the black, metal table.

Doctor Chandler's Perspective:

Director Murphy was one of our trustworthy and one of the most loyal and devoted to the service in the Foundation. I couldn't believe it, that he was a " mole" all along. Well, I found myself in the room with the great director himself, talking with him.

"Addendum Entry 7-D, Interviewer: Dr Chandler Stanborough, Interviewee: Director Murphy Lawton." I flipped on the recorder switch, and it began to record our voices, voices... Frickin voices...

Ah, shit. I forgot to take my anaemic meds. I'm getting a little delusional... Stop... Stop... Stop!!! Damn it, stop it, voices...

"Um, Doctor... you seem a little pale. Are you sure you can continue this?" The director... asked... Why does he fricking ask? Does he always do this... Shit, shit... Shit...

"Y-yeah, I'm good... I'm alright... Let's start, shall we?" The repetitive echoes banged my ears, I couldn't take it anymore, as I swallow each of my meds, till there are no more...

"Doctor, I think what you are doing is not healthy... Might want me to take you to the med bay?"

"No, no... No need..." I slowly got back my normal sight and hearing, thank goodness. I got to memo this, never ever skip the meds, or else, I'll get crappy delusional.

"So... Director, if I may ask, why did you shot Doctor Valerie?" I scribbled my pen onto my manifest, pretending to take some notes.

"First of all, stop scribbling your pen onto that empty manifest. I know you're techniques here, Doctor..." He suspected. Of course, why he wouldn't. He's been in these rooms for almost all of his lifetime. I slowly placed the manifest and pen onto the table, and stared at the enigmatic man, and took a keen interest on his looks at the manifest. He continued:

"Good... very good. Now, the question?"

"Great, you didn't listened. I will repeat this the last, latter time... Why did you killed her?" I got a little frustrated, as I was so bogged down by the meds, I took a deep breath, and contemptly waited for him to answer.

"Why? First, let me ask you the question. Why did you killed her?" I was getting frustrated by this guy, he has got a nerve for asking me that question.

"What a goddang philosopher..." I murmured.

"You see, Doctor... It's not me that I am wrong... It's her that makes everything wrong..." Her which referred to Dr Valerie.

I... couldn't handle it anymore, that... Director made my blood boil... I couldn't stand it until...

"Damn you!!! You a**##!!! You f**##*!!!" I stood up, grabbing the Director's neck, choking it, and slid up a pistol onto my hand, pointing it into his head, threatening:     "You couldn't be as much cooperative do you? Well, this is how I... repay the goddamn consequences!!! Huh!!! How'd you like it now!!!" I went full rage mode, my skin toned redder, and my eyes was bloodshot, like I sniffed a drug of some kind.

I can't believe it, his face remained calm, so calm, he didn't even broke a single drop of sweat!!! How? How did he remained calm, in times like these!? Then my ears started to vibrate another strange noise, hurting it a little.

It was my ear piece. Then a voice echoed on them. It was Doctor Kyra. I don't know what she's doing, but surely its related to what's happening right now.

"Chandler! Don't do it, please! Don't shoot him! If you do, they will apprehend you! ALL OF THEM! Please, just heed me!!!" Then another voice, a familiar one, stepped aside, and spoke, saying the same words,  much calmer, and a little more understanding.

"Ma'am, you're not suppose to be here, back away... Chandler, I don't know if you can hear me, but listen. That Director inside is a lead to a mysterious plot. If you kill him, we go back to square one. No more clues, no answers. Do you hear me? Goddamnit, Chandler... I thought you were more professional... I guess I was wrong." It was the voice of Agent Teddy Poltons. Ted was a close friend of mine. Through thick or thin, he was the trusted man to talk to in those crushing times.

"I thought you were a doctor, Doctor. Why do this, when you can do something else? Something better." Director Murphy calmly said.

I began thinking straight. My eyes blinked so fast, even I was very tired already, so much bogged out. I released my hand, and returned to my seat.

"Doctor... You seem incapable of continuing. Exit the room now, and dismiss recording." An anonymous deep voice suggested.

I took out a sigh, flipped off the recording and left the room, as Director Murphy kept a steady look. An enigmatic one.