The SCP Hunter

Scp-539

Agent Riot: H-004
-Entry Log # 36-

There aren't many Scps who nearly succeeded in killing me but there are a few exceptions. They are all always the weird ones... like a rock. Yes, I know it sounds stupid but a simple rock was one of the few that nearly killed me. SCP-539, the procrastination rock. A rock that will force anyone to give it their full undying, lazy attention. A rock that forces anyone to... procrastinate.

Let me explain how this rock nearly killed me. I was lying down on a medical bed right after my fight with SCP-323 and I'm mere hours away from death. The sirens were still going off so the medical personnel had to wait in a secure room till the breaches were contained.

-Flashback-

All I can feel is my blood slowly seeping out with my very life. All I hear is the familiar sirens of a containment breach and the only thing I can sense is a familiar... evil presence. Almost like I'm stranded out at sea and the evil presence of a hungry shark circling my boat. Somewhere, somehow, something is circling me.

My eyes use the last bit of strength my body could give just to try and see what is out there. With one eyelid barely open, I can see... nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary that is.
The room walls are a clear white with one counter and one tall container resting on opposite walls. A silver tray, with medical equipment, stands next to my bed with a bright light shining from above... but no evil creature.

Where are you... I... I know you are... here.

Even though it is only my thoughts I still find it hard to almost impossible to piece together a sentence and even harder to keep my eyes open. Just as I am about to give up my search a very familiar voice spoke. Its voice sounds like it is coming from all the four walls surrounding me. Then it only comes from a single black hole that grew on my left side.

106: "Well well well. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

I did not reply for I could not. After all, it is taking everything in me just to keep my eyes open. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see 106 slowly examine me with a sinister smile.

106: "So weak... So... vulnerable... so easy to kill. Though I have to admit that you recovered somewhat well from my domain. And you only had a small amount of time to heal. Very impressive."

His smile grows to unnatural lengths as one of his hands is slowly making its way to my throat. He stops just as it is about to torch and says.

106: "But I enjoy watching you fight through the impossible so..."

A black hole appears next to him to which he reaches inside and pulls out a rock... why only a rock? My questions are soon answered as to when he places the rock next to me.

106: "You were able to think smartly in my domain so you should be fun here. Oh, and I already know what is going through your head, 'What's with the rock, how is a rock going to kill me?'"

Immediately after he said that in a mocking tone he burst out laughing before regaining himself again.

106: "This rock shouldn't do anything to you but it will do something to everyone else."

I want to ask what but my mouth wouldn't move. Just then the sirens and flashing lights stop and 106 gives me one more smile before sinking into the floor. Just me and this rock... alone in a room where I'm slowly bleeding out to death.

Great... now... h-how am I... going to... get out of t-this...

Before I could answer my question, two doctors quickly enter the room. They must have been informed of who I am because they are in a hurry to help. Two expert doctors working together to fix me up. Shouldn't take long but a nagging thought tells me it won't be a hurry if I don't do something with the rock.
It seems that nothing is happening because the doctors immediately got to work stitching up my wounds. There is no need for anesthetics because I couldn't feel a thing in this state. Not even the two needles working overtime.