Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

New names

Days went by, from sunrise to sunset the old lady trained me. Everyday I got a little better than the last day. Today the old lady was leading me somewhere, but she refused to tell me. "Why are we going so far? Why isn't 053 coming with us?" The old woman groaned. "Do you ever stop asking questions? Also why still use your numbers, just use her real name." I frowned. "She doesn't remember her real name, people have used her number for as long as she can remember." The old woman was silent for a little while. "Stacy." I looked at the old woman with a confused look. "What?" The old woman scratched her chin. "I think Stacy fits her." I looked down at the ground, I smiled. "Ya, Stacy fits her well." I looked up. "What about you?" I glanced over at the old woman. "Your name. Is that something you remember?" I chuckled. "You seem to understand everything about me already, my name should've been the first thing you knew about me." The old lady glared at me. "What's your damn name?" I laughed. "Alexandrine, Alex for short." It felt like forever ago sine I've said my name, to be honest I think I had forgotten it. "Very pretty." The old woman commented. "Thanks. Now, where are we going?" The old lady raised her stick as if she was about to hit me, I raised my arms and chuckled. "Shut up and walk!" We continued walking for a few more minutes, eventually an old cabin came into view. "In there are soldiers." I looked at the old woman with wide eyes. "Then why in the hell are we here?!" She hit my arm with her stick. "I wanna see how well you can fight, just hand on hand combat. I'm not asking you to kill, only to defend yourself." I looked back at the cabin. "Okay." We made our way to the cabin. "How many are in there?" I whispered so only the old lady could hear me. "Four if I remember." I rolled my eyes. "They'll ne armed to the teeth." I stated. "They come here to be lazy and drink, their guns are far from them and they'll be simple to take down." I nodded my head. "Won't this alert the facility? They'll scan the entire plain, and with many weapons." The old woman nodded. "True, but they'll get in more trouble for drinking on the job." I smiled. "Sounds wonderful." We approached the front door, the sound of men laughing and slamming their hands down on a table. I knocked on the door. "Scram!" A man with a thick German accent yelled out. I looked over and grinned at the old woman. "How rude." I kicked the door off it's hinges, it went flying back and hit one of the men square in the face. The others jumped up and stumbled to regain their posture. I ran over to one, he pulled a hunting knife from his belt and swung it at me. I caught his arm with ease, I threw three quick jabs two hitting his stomach and the third landing on his nose. He stumbled back, a third guard pointed a pistol at me. He stumbled to the side and his gun shook violently. I grabbed him by his hair and flipped him over onto his back. The wind left his lungs, I gave a quick kick to the side of his head. The last guard just stared at me in awe, he ran to the door. The old lady pointed her stick out at him. "Where are you going?" He swung a punch, she hit his hand away. Suddenly she was circling around him and hitting him with her stick over and over. Eventually he fell to the ground unconscious. I looked around us. "Wow, that was actually kinda fun." The old woman laughed. "I gotta admit, it's been a while since I've beat up some punks. Don't get used to this though, this was just a once in a while thing." I nodded my head. "I get it. Wanna head back?" The old woman nodded. "I also saw a fruit try on our way here, maybe we can pick some for Stacy once we get back." The old woman looked at me surprised. "What?" I asked. "I never expected you to use that name so quickly." I shrugged. "It feels better to say a name then a number. Plus, it almost makes me feel like a normal person." The old woman gave me a somber look. "I understand, she'll be happy to know she won't hear that stupid number again." I chuckled. "Ya, it's nice not being in a cell and being called a number everyday." The old lady looked around, searching for the tree. "What was your number?" I chuckled. "700." The old woman nodded her head. "You got a simple one, nice." I pointed to the tree, we walked over to it. "Peaches, yummy." We began picking. "Were you ever stuck in a facility?" I asked out of the blue. The old woman froze for a sec then went back to picking. "Not really, I have seen them from the outside. Never been stuck in one though." I nodded my head. "Lucky." We picked Adam many peaches as we could hold and made our way back to the house. As we approached the house 053 came running out to greet us. "Hi!" She said with a large grin. I smiled back. "Hello." She held the door open for us as we entered, I placed the peaches I had on the counter. "Hey, can I ask you something?" 053 nodded her head, I crouched down to her height. "How do you feel about having the name Stacy?" Her eyes went wide, my heart felt like it was frozen. "You mean I get to have a normal name?!" I nodded my head. She smiled and hugged me. "I love it!" She started dancing around the house, I chuckled. "That went well." I muttered. "Hey Alex! Come over here and help with these peaches!" It took me a moment to realize the old lady was yelling at me. I quickly walked over and began helping, I couldn't help but smile. This almost felt like a home, a place where we were normal. It almost felt like a family.