The SCP Hunter

SCP-053 #2

Agent Riot : H-004
-Entry Log # 19-

It was a first for me if I have to be honest. Finding two SCPs with the same attributes and one asking me to look after the other..... I soon understood why that old lady asked and also the true power Claire holds.

-Flashback-

Riot: ..... Are you sure?

She looked at a joyful Claire, who was still sitting on my lap, then looked at me while nodding.

Old lady: Yes I'm sure. You are the only one who can help her. I may not be able to see your face but I know that you are a kind person. It's the only reason you are not aggressive towards us.

I had completely forgotten that my helmet was still on and that my true character was hidden from view. I slowly raised my hands to the sides of my helmet.

Riot: You say I'm not aggressive because I'm kind well.... I think it's because....

Once my helmet was off the old lady stared at my face while holding a hand over her mouth.

Riot: I was made from aggression.

We stayed silent for a long unbearable amount of time. The old lady was felt speechless and found the only thing she could do was take a sip of her tea. Everything ended when Claire touch my has with her left hand. I gave her a look of pure confusion and in return she gave me a smile.

Claire: You not a scary man.

I... I didn't know what to do. I am used to someone trying to kill me or the painful feeling of people looking at me like a wild animal or a freak. It doesn't happen of but I always notice it when it does. This feeling however is different, it's not forced nor is it cold but warm and gently like a warm fire burning away the cold of a snow storm.

Riot: Thanks..... I didn't know how much I needed that.

I turned my gaze back to the old lady after have a deep sigh.

Riot: Give me a moment while I make a call.

Claire moved off my lap so I can go to the other room. Reaching in my bag I pull out the spare phone seeing on how Claire is busy playing with my helmet.

Riot: Delta... you there?

I could hear something fall on the other side followed by someone cursing.

Riot: Delta.

Delta: I'm here I'm here... I-I wasn't sleeping or anything.

Riot: *sigh* Just be aware that I'm bringing a... special one.

Delta: Oh well what's so special about this one.

Riot: Wel-

*Glass breaking*

I was cut off by the glass followed by a scream for inside and angry shouting from outside. Not knowing what's happening I hang up and running into the room they were in. I saw both the old lady and Claire on the floor with Claire being unconscious and the old lady not far from it. She pointed to a broken glass container on the floor before joining Claire. I can feel myself getting sleepy as my vision begins to blur. My helmet is lying next to Claire and thankfully it wasn't far from me. Without wasting another moment I grab it put it on, I hear everything connecting to the suit and soon I'm able to breath clear air which cleared my lungs of any knock out fumes.
The front door was being rammed but for a old wooden plank it held up well. Giving me enough time to move Claire and the old lady to a safe corner in the kitchen out of the knock out fumes. Finally the door gave way to an furious mob wearing gas masks and holding makeshift weapons. I readied my collapsible glaive in one hand and my assault rifle in the other as the mob stood in the hallway leading to the kitchen. Some of them were resting their weapons on their shoulder or by their sides while others were repeatedly taping one end in a hand.

Riot: Leave now.

Mob#1: Why should we asshole!

Riot: Because you won't get another chance.

Some seemed to look confused and hesitated but the rest didn't care and charged towards me.

Riot: Why would they listen. Their affected by those two. *Mental Sigh* Guess I have no choice.

With my gun raised I emptied my magazine killing everyone inside and some outside thanks to the bullets tearing thought the walls however more flooded the house. I allowed my gun to swing on my shoulder so both my hands were able to wielded the glaive properly. One by one the mod decrease in numbers. With every stab, counter and block I held my position at the entrance of the kitchen. They tried shooting my with simple pistols and rifles but my armour is too strong for those kind of weapons.
One of them must have noticed that the attack was going nowhere so a mobster run round to the kitchen window. I heard, while holding back a modster, the glass break behind me and a hand with a pistol sticking through. Knowing what is about to happen I used my strength to push the mobster back and quickly throwing my glaive like a spear. It hit the mobster outside but not before he able to let one shot go off. I wanted to check if the two were alright but the fight was not over as the same mobster I pushed away jumped on my back attacking me like a wild animal. Using both my hands I grabbed the mobster throwing him to be ground and before he could recover I shot him between the eyes with my desert eagle. Now these people have made me pissed so before any could attack me from behind I aimed my pistol at the approaching mob. With my body perpendicular to them and my finger on the trigger I was ready for whatever they threw at me.

-Time skip: 30 minutes-

The final mobster fell to the ground with a hole the his chest. There were so many bodies that if soneone had a quick look at the massacre they'd assume the whole US army died here.
I'm still recovering from literally killing the entire town. I was leaning against the wall breathing heavily when the sound of Claire crying caught my attention. Using the last bit of my energy I lift myself to check if everything was okay but things never are. The old lady lay in a pool of her own blood with Claire crying on top of her. I knew deep down that something like this would happen and I also knew that I don't how to handle it.
I knelt down next to Claire and placed my hand on her back. She must not have known I was there because as soon as my hand made contact she shot up looking at me with fear in her eyes though it soon turned relief mixed with sadness. She threw her arms around me and started crying on my chest. By instinct I start patting her.

-End flashback-

We both stayed like that for sometime, she eventually passed out due to exhaustion.
The trip here was uneventful as usually though I did take a much less used route so there was no one to course trouble. *sigh* I'm just so tried..... I'm just hoping they give me a break after this.