Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

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I was sitting in the center on my cell, a group of guards had come and got me putting me in shackles so I couldn't escape. They forcefully walked me to my cell and practically threw me into the room, a heavily armored guard took the shackles off me and slowly backed out of the room with their rifle pointed at me. I laid down on the floor staring up at the metal ceiling, a buzzing sound shook me from my trance. "SCP-700, please stand by." The large metal door opened, I didn't care to look. I heard the sound of a struggle coming from the door. I looked over to see a young woman in an orange jumpsuit be shoved into the room with a brown sack and a water bottle in her hands. She looked just as terrified as the man I had seen earlier. I sat up and turned my body to her. "Can I have my food please? I'm starving." The girl walked slowly towards me as if one wrong step would cause the whole room to explode. I sighed and played with my shoes as I waited for her to approach. I looked up and the woman froze, I groaned and stood up. I walked up to her, she stumbled back and almost fell over but I caught her arm. "Do I look dangerous?" I asked her, she shook her head while scanning me from head to shoe. I let go of her arm and held my other hand out.  "I'm 700, as the scientists call me. Nice to meet you." She put the water bottle down and cautiously shook my hand. When she realized she wasn't hurt she let out a deep breath and handed the brown bag to me. "I thought you were going to kill me." She confessed, my jaw clenched. If only she knew what I could do. "What makes you say that?" I asked while sitting down on the ground. She sat down next to me. "You're marked Euclid." I gave the woman a questioning look while I took my sandwich out. "What does that mean?" I took a bite from the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "It means you're dangerous and unpredictable, all Euclid attack people like me." I took a big gulp of water. "People like you? Do you mean the jumpsuit?" She shrugged. "Kinda, but not exactly. The jumpsuit means I'm basically a prisoner." I took another bite from my sandwich. "So you're like me?" I asked while covering my mouth. "Not really, I'm not dangerous. But I did something to get me here." I felt even more confused. "Like what?" She looked me straight in the eyes and responded, "I killed my boyfriend." I jumped up and put a bit of distance between us. "You killed someone?!" She looked at me confused like I was crazy for not understanding. "This is how I pay for my crimes, I'm sent here. 30 days is the longest people like me are aloud to live, tomorrow is my last day." I stared at the woman, I looked over at the one way mirror. They put a murderer in here, with me?! "Thanks for the food, but I think I lost my appetite." Why was I reacting this way, I've killed more people and in a worse way than she ever could. "Okay." She stood up and made her way to the door, it opened up and some guards stood there to take her away. The door closed and I let out a deep breath, a buzzing sound went off. "SCP-700, you will be questioned again. Please cooperate with guards." The door opened and five heavily armored guards approached me with their guns aimed. I placed my hands on the back of my head and sat down. A guard approached me with shackles in their hands. They chained my hands and my legs, then forcefully picked me up. I followed the guards in front of me to the interrogation room, once we were there a guard followed me into the room. "Leave SCP-700 alone, she won't hurt anyone." The guard nodded at the window and left. I sat down in the chair, I moved my arms uncomfortably. The same woman who asked me questions last time approached the table, she looked serious but her cautious movements showed she was scared of me. "Hello SCP-700. A lot has happened." I nodded my head, I looked down at my hands, I didn't want people to be scared of me. It made me feel like I was an outsider. "I'm sorry, for all the trouble I've caused. I'll answer these questions truthfully, and no attitude I promise." The woman eyed me warily then looked down at her paper. "Do you know SCP-682?" The woman looked back up at me. "Is that the talking crocodile? If so I've never seen it before." The woman nodded her head. "Video footage shows you asking SCP-682 if it was hungry. Do you have any idea why?" I slumped my shoulders. "I was in a blind rage, everything I said wasn't really me." The woman read her paper again and looked back up at me. "We asked SCP-682 if it recognized you, it's response was that your strength was familiar but your face wasn't. Does that mean anything to you?" I looked at the lady confused. "No, I don't know what that could mean at all." The woman scanned my face, when she didn't find anything she looked back down at her paper. "You say that it was a blind rage, have you ever had one of those before?" I shrugged. "Maybe? But like I said last time I can't remember anything before getting here." The woman nodded. "Well, I think I'll let you get some rest. Tomorrow we'll see how you respond." I watched as the woman walked back into the other room, what would I be responding to tomorrow?