Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

SCP-049

SCP-682 and I were waiting in a large empty testing room. They had drugged 682 and shot me up with numbing darts. 682 was laying down and watching the door, I was leaning against the wall twiddling my thumbs. "What do you think they'll do?" I asked. "Send something to kill us. We're dangerous, they know that." I crossed my arms and chuckled. "This'll be fun then." The metal door began to open, I pushed myself off the wall and stared at the door. 682 took a step back. A human figure wearing a dark cloak entered the room in shackles. They walked in and the door closed behind them, the shackles released remotely from a guard somewhere. The cloaked figure raised its head. I was shocked to see the stranger wearing a weird mask. It reminded me of a birds face, but the color of the mask was a boney white. "Who are you?" I asked. 682 shot me a glance, then returned its gaze to the stranger. "I'm SCP-049, I'm a doctor." I looked 049 up and down, the only thing he had on him was a leather bag. I relaxed a bit. "I'm 700, and the big lizard to my side here is 682." 682 growled at me as I introduced it. "Pleasure to be meeting you." I nodded, it seems like the scientists failed at killing any of us. Suddenly the door opened again, this time five D-class people were shoved inside. I looked at each of them, they seemed to be around the same age. "Well hello." I said, 682 stood taller and looked down over the people. It even looked like it was drooling slightly. "Wait." I whispered to 682, it looked at me with aggression in its eyes. I motioned over at the doctor who was slowly approaching one of the people. "I wanna see what he does, maybe it'll be a key to getting out of here." 682 seemed to calm itself, then observed the dicter. 049 approached the closest D-class person, it was a male in his early twenties from the looks of it. The doctor held a hand out towards the man, I could hear him chanting quietly to himself as he slowly approached the man. As the doctor got closer I expected the people to run away, but the closer the doctor got the calmer they became. Finally I heard what the doctor was chanting before he placed a hand on the man. "You're sick, but I'm the cure." The doctor touched the man, the man slumped over and fell to the ground. "Holy shit." I muttered to myself, the man lay stiff on the ground. 682 scoffed, then quickly ran over to a young woman and ate her in one powerful bite. I rolled my eyes. "Guess it's my turn." I sprinted up to another woman, her pupils were dilated and her gaze never left the doctor. I punched her stomach and sent her flying into the nearest wall. She landed with a loud crunch, her eyes went wide. Suddenly she screamed, the two last men were shaken from their trance. They looked around then ran to the door banging and begging to be freed. I looked at the woman, blood dropped from her mouth as her whole body shook. I looked over at 682 who was staring at her. "She's all yours!" I ran towards the men, one turned and faced me. He tried to throw a punch, but I easily caught his fist with my hand. With a loud crunch I crushed his hand, he screamed and stumbled backward. The other man was about to run off, but I grabbed his orange jumpsuit and forcefully threw him down. I pinned him onto his back and began to punch him, it was almost therapeutic. Hit after hit, the more his face began to bruise and tear. It was nice getting all my anger out, I ignored his bloody begs. His attempts at catching my fists ended in his hands being broken. When his body was limp, and his face was a bloody mess, I stood up and took a deep breath. I looked over at 682, it was watching me. I even thought I saw amazement in its eyes, but it quickly looked towards the doctor. I looked as well, the doctor was stitching the man up. I looked around, the woman I had hit and the man who's hand I broke were both gone. I assumed 682 ate them. I walked over to the doctor and crouched down to look at the man. His face was a deadly blue, and his veins looked almost black. I looked at the doctor confused. "What'd you do?" He cut the string he used to stitch the man up and put his tools back into his leather pouch. "I cured him." Suddenly the mans eyes opened, they were red and his pupils were drained of color. The man sat up, then stood with a low grunt. I stood and took a step back in case he attacked me. 682 decided to join us. The man stumbled slightly on his feet, reminding me of a zombie. "You're cured." The doctor stated, I looked towards the one way glass. My reflection looked back at me. Suddenly a gunshot rang throughout the room, the man who had been resurrected fell to the ground. Blood oozing from the bullet hole in his temple. I looked at the doctor, he just stared at the man. "I'm sorry that that happened." I said lowly, the doctor shrugged. "They always ruin my cure." After that we separated, each of us going to a different corner and waited for guards to come and get us out.