(SCP Fan Story) Child Of Creation

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     Three days passed, and I got no human interaction besides the people coming to feed me. They wouldn't talk to me, just take off the chains from my hands and have guns pointed at me as if I was some kind of menace.

Then, in the middle of the night, I was woken up by screaming, and a moment later, a flashing red light. I cursed under my breath, getting to my knees and tugging on my chains. As usual, no dice.

"Hello?" a muffled voice came from outside the door, and I realized this was my only escape chance. "Here! Please help me!" After a moment, a blond woman came into the room, with oven mitts taped to her hands. 

I blinked at her, and she scanned me, before running up and holding her hands out. "If you can get these off I can help you," she said, and I nodded slowly. I reached up and started unraveling the tape on one, and as soon as she was free she took off the other.

After a moment, she ran out of the room, and I gaped, but then she came back with a pistol. "Stand back," she said, before pointing it at the shackle bounding me to the floor and pulling the trigger. 

click- BANG!

I flinched as metal shards flung all over the room, covering me in a million cuts. "Uhm- ow?" I complained, but was really grateful. After I got my hand free, the girl went and freed my other one.

"Who- are you?" I asked,and the woman blinked at me. "They- they know me as 187," she said, helping me up as I got used to standing again. "I'm- (YN) but they call me-" I tried to remember the numbers, "9476- I think"

187 nodded, her gaze gentle, but full of a hidden fear. "Why are you here?" she asked as we stepped into the hall. "Because I can do this," I said, stopping to showcase my power. I held my hand out flat, palm up, and a moment later there was a little toy rabbit sitting there.

"Awww, it stinks that will only be a few splinters here soon," 187 commented, and I grinned. "Wait-" I started, "how do you know it will be all broken?" 187 blushed, embarrassed. "That's my power, I can see things as they are, and as they will be." 

I blinked at her. "That's- amazing," I said at last, and she smiled shyly at me. "Okay, let's go," she said, changing the subject and grabbing my hand. She tugged me down the hall, before shots rang out.

"Told you," 187 whispered as a chunk of wood flew by my ear. We turned a corner, face-to-face with a lone guard. He blinked at us, but by then 187 and thrust her pistol in my hands and looked away.

"You do it, I can't watch," she whimpered, and I nodded, shooting him in the gut as he reached for his own gun. I leaned down and swapped my pistol for his gun- some bigger, more bulky pistol- and grabbed his key card. 

I shook 187 until they looked up at me, and they took my hand gently, before we began to run again. We ran until we ran into another person, and 187 screamed, tears running down her face. The person wore an orange jumpsuit with the words D-CLASS on it. 

At 187's scream, he turned around and gaped at us. "W- why is she screaming? What's going on?" I had no answers, and 187 had her hands over her face. "Whats wrong?" I whispered to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. 

"He's gonna die, his arm is gone, he has a chunk from his side- oh God oh God" I blinked at her. "What? No I don't- I'm fine! Right?" the man looked at his arms in turn, before we heard a rib-shaking roar.

187's sobs got louder, and I grabbed her arm. "We have to go" I said urgently, as another, louder, roar came. She nodded, starting to run with me while the man stood there, dumbfounded. 

Soon I saw a door, which I threw open, ran into, and slammed shut as a deafening scream shouted. I heard 187 mutter curses, her face covered in tears, which she wiped away furiously. "What the heck was that roaring?" I asked once 187 had caught her breath.

"SCP-682," she told me, explaining that it hated all life and aimed to kill it. "That's why you saw that guy the way you did, wasn't it?" she nodded slowly, her tears drying.

"By the way, thanks for helping me," I whispered to her as we walked around the room, which looked to be some kind of lounge. It had couches, and tables, and even a fridge; which I raided.

"No problem," 187 said through a mouthful of yogurt, which caught in her throat. "What?" I asked, turning around to look at the door. 

"The door- it's covered in bullet holes- and blood"

Yhea this was way to long, I just wanted to introduce 187 so yhea ;-;

point out any mistakes, or don't, I don't really care :P