Secure. Contain. Protect.
New story time! Get ready for a whole boatload of creepy!
Rated M for blood, gore, action/adventure horror, and my twisted imagination and the game S.C.P.: Security Breech.
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The man sat in the passenger seat of a black van, looking out over a house out his side window. The driver was facing the opposite way, observing the street.
The driver was a tan, middle aged man with graying black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a suit, as though planning to report to a meeting. The other man was wearing the same uniform. He had dark eyes, hair and skin untouched with age. He wore a solemn look on his face, as though dreading something.
"People around here have said things lately...strange noises coming from the house. Like some sort of alien."
The man in the passenger seat didn't move. He remained silent.
"One of them said it's been going on for at least a month now. Also said that they suspect the owner of the house is a full time dealer. Grows pot in his basement. He's got other things too, they say. Hidden in a secret room,"
Still nothing. The man adjusted a black tie.
"We have reasons to believe he has found something we should have found first."
Still no reaction. The man picked up a pair of sunglasses and put them on, despite the darkness inside. He turned back toward the house, knowing the eyewear would begin recording and the night vision would kick in immediately.
"Your instructions are simple," the driver continued. "Secure and contain whatever he has that's alive. Animals are top priority. All of it. We'll run it back at the lab. Every plant, every animal...him too. Do not kill."
The passenger nodded, concealing a weapon in his jacket. "It shall be done,"
"Be careful. Headquarters wants you back alive."
The man nodded and stepped from the car, walking up to the front porch. He rang the bell.
Almost at once, the door was thrown open and a double barrel shotgun forced into his face. The man grabbed it and twisted out of the way, pulling his own weapon as he went. He shoved the barrel into the other man's throat.
"That was a mistake. I'm here to investigate. I heard you have something you shouldn't have."
The door opener grumbled. He couldn't have been older than 18.
"Name? Where're you from?"
"Patrick Yeul. S.C.P.,"
"That agency everyone's going on about?" the man lowered the weapon. "Fine."
Patrick nodded and stepped into the house, not putting his own weapon away yet. "I will pay you for your troubles, if it amounts to such a burden,"
The other nodded and pushed his shotgun into a corner, glancing at the curtained windows. "I'm Dune."
Patrick nodded politely, adjusting his sunglasses. "I'll just have a look around,"
Dune grinned. Patrick pretended not to see. He calmly followed the jittery man into his trashed living room. Pizza boxes were thrown in a corner and other junk lined the walls. There were also plants that looked suspiciously like pot, but Patrick ignored them as Dune attempted to hide them from view.
He crouched at a table facing the beaten TV and was a bit surprised to see a partly concealed latch. He undid it. Immediately, the floor opened to reveal stairs leading down into a hidden cellar.
"All right. I can't let you go on," Patrick felt something jam into his back; something more powerful than his small weapon.
"What's down there?" he asked calmly, turning to face the other man.
Dune broke into a grin. "I'm not sure myself. All I really know is that aliens exist. But they're not as scary as I imagined. Although, the opposite could be said for it." with a chuckle, he motioned for Patrick to enter the hidden passage. "You might as well see it before I shoot you."
Patrick did as he was commanded, hoping the sunglasses were still transmitting to fullest quality. The stairs lead to a small room, dimly lit. The only thing in the room was a large cage, built for a Great Dane or other large dog. A chain connected itself to the bars and to a collar. Patrick blinked. Dune hadn't been kidding.
It was some sort of animal. Its coat was pure white and untouched with age...a young one. It had large eyes and a small muzzle, a tiny black nose twitching slightly. A white crest of quills rose from its forehead, nearly obscuring its ears. Two more long quills trailed from its head. It was wearing some sort of shoe and glove; almost like a human.
Patrick estimated that was what it looked like under the dried blood that coated its fur.
Blood stained its limbs and body, gashes torn in its side and head. One eye was half opened, staring at the two outside its cage warily. One hand was clutching at the collar tightened around its throat. It attempted to move, resulting in a pained sound and a whimper.
"Took me a while to break it." Dune chuckled, putting the gun under his arm and walking over and unlatching the cage. "Had some sort of power I had to get around...Kept pushing me back." he unlatched the chain from the cage's side and pulled, dragging the white creature out.
Its arms gave out and it uttered a strangled sound as Dune pulled it out of the cage, into the middle of the room. It lay panting, its sides heaving, grasping weakly at the collar. A wound in its side had reopened, staining its fur a deeper red.
"Where did you find it?" Patrick asked.
"Woods," was all Dune said, driving the heel of his shoe into the creature's arm.
It opened its mouth in a silent scream, body shuddering with pain. An earsplitting shriek burst from its throat, startling Patrick.
"How many times have I told you to shut up?!" Dune hissed, landing a hard kick on its side.
Its body folded easily and it skidded a short distance with a wavering whine, trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed from its eyes.
"I don't know what it is or where it's from, but it's not going anywhere," Dune grinned. "And neither are you, Patrick Yuel."
Patrick cast a glance at the terrified creature. Pity nearly broke his heart, but he forced himself to remain unemotional. Dune grinned again and raised his heel to smash into the creature's side again. "When I'm done with it I'll do the same to you..."
There was a mighty crash from upstairs. Dune stiffened, a look of shock on his face. "The cops...! Did they find out...?!"
Another crash. And then a dark blur darted into the hidden compartment, stopping at the base of the stairs. It looked like the other creature. Same build and facial structure. It had jet black fur with red streaks up its arms and legs and a small tuft of white on its chest. It had red lined quills, gloves, shoes, and a murderous snarl on its lips. Its red eyes were blazing with anger. Dune had dropped his large weapon and drawn a pistol from his jacket.
The black creature reacted instantly, dodging around him and landing a devastating roundhouse kick to his back. He dropped like a stone.
Patrick hadn't moved. He was partly in shock and in awe at the show of speed the creature had put on. It held his eye and began circling him. Patrick stepped to the side to clear the path from the stairs to the abused animal lying in the corner. The black creature held eye contact with Patrick for a short time longer before stooping next to the other.
"Silver...! Silver...!"
The other opened its mouth, but no sound came from it. Patrick blinked. Had it attempted to speak...? Dune hadn't said anything about intelligent speech...
"Silver...no, don't move...it's me. I'm going to get you out of here and to somewhere safe."
The white creature shuddered and choked out a wail as the darker attempted to pick it up. There wasn't an inch of its body that was unmarked; unbroken. The black creature grit its teeth and stood, the younger in its arms. It cast Patrick another glare.
"What did you do to him?!"
"Nothing." Patrick said calmly.
"What did you do?!" the creature shouted, quills and fur bristling.
A gunshot rang out. Patrick jumped, startled, and watched as the dark creature sunk to one knee, biting back a cry of pain. Another gunshot, but the bullet missed its mark and struck a wall.
Patrick shifted his eyes from the two creatures to Dune, who was still sprawled on the ground but somehow managed to raise his weapon with a shaking arm and shoot once more before the weapon clicked on empty.
A thin red line sprouted from the darker creature's mouth and trailed down its chin, dripping into its white patch of fur.
"What the hell, man? Kill it!" Dune shouted.
Patrick didn't move. He just watched as the dark creature struggled to its feet again, younger creature in its arms, blood streaming from its back and right leg. It shakily ran for the stairs, steps uncoordinated and unsteady. Only then did Patrick act.
"Stop!" he followed, surprised the creature had made it to the exit already. It darted into the night, blending in with the darkness.
Patrick pulled on his cufflink and pressed a button. "Code 9G. Send in backup. They are unarmed and wounded...take extra precaution,"
"Right away." came the reply.
Patrick adjusted his sunglasses and pressed a button on one of the arms. The night vision activated to its full potential and he ran out of the house toward the woods in the very near distance. The glasses picked up glowing traces of blood left behind by the fleeing creatures. Within moments, the sound of boots crunching over leaves was heard as the backup arrived, spreading and searching immediately.
"What were they?" asked one of the recovery crew.
"Humanoid. About three feet or so tall. One was tortured for who knows how long...the other was shot twice." Patrick said. "The one that was shot can speak. They are intelligent...that much is for certain."
"And no doubt terrified," the other man sighed. "We have others back at the house, cleaning up. The man in the basement will never walk again. What broke his back?"
"The dark creature. He attacked him because he had a weapon." Patrick said.
There was a shout from up ahead. Patrick and the other man quickened their pace until they caught up with the rest of the team. They were circled around a tree, lights aimed at the base. The dark creature snarled softly, but it didn't have the strength to fight. It was lying on its side as though it had fallen and couldn't bring itself to stand again. The white creature was lying a few feet from it, eyes opened but unseeing. It blinked once, a terrified, pained sound leaving its throat. It began to shiver.
Patrick was handed a syringe and he stepped forward and knelt next to the white creature, parting the fur in its upper arm and injecting the liquid into its vein. It whimpered at the cold touch but didn't try to pull away.
"G...get away from him...!" the dark creature growled, pushing itself up on shaking arms. "Stop...! Stop hurting him...!"
"I'm not," Patrick said softly, gently stroking the white one's quills back. "I'm deadening his pain."
The white creature had gone quiet and still as the drug began to take effect.
The darker's eyes widened. "You've ...killed him...!"
"No," Patrick handed the used syringe to a woman standing nearby and accepted a new one. "I'm helping him. Please, let me help you." he slowly approached the other.
"Get away from me!" the black creature shouted, twisting away from him and struggling to stand. Its leg gave out under it and it plummeted back down.
Patrick managed to soften its fall and dig the needle in its arm, quickly injecting the liquid into a vein.
"Stop...! Stop...!" it struggled uselessly as the drug immediately began to take effect. It eventually ceased its flailing and lay still.
"Get them back to base. They need help, now," Patrick commanded, handing the black creature to another of the recovery crew nearby.
"Sir, what about Dune?" asked another of the crew.
"Bring him too. Bring everything alive in his house." Patrick said."Orders from the Director,"
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It was thirty minutes later. Patrick stood in an observation deck overlooking an operating room, watching five of the greatest doctors and specialists work on the white creature. They were so tightly packed around the table that the creature was out of sight, but every few seconds or so Patrick caught sight of a arm or a leg.
He sighed and sat in the only chair in the room, casting a glance at the poster covering one wall. 'S.C.P. SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT. Special Containment Procedures.'
"We're prepping the other now," came a voice.
Patrick glanced over to the door, where a doctor was standing. "If you want to try to talk to it, now's your chance."
Patrick nodded. He followed the doctor out of the room to another OR across from the observation platform. Inside were three other doctors and the black creature. Patrick knelt next to the operating table so he was eye level with the creature. It was on its side, bullet wounds on its back and leg easy to get to and treat as quickly as possible. A long mechanical arm branched off a machine nearby, the end of it embedded in the back of the creature's neck. An oxygen mask was strapped to its face, the tube connected to a tank of compressed air and chemicals. Wires were taped to its body, the readouts on the nearby monitors. Tubes from multiple IV drips stuck into its thin arms. It opened its eyes halfway and gave Patrick a defeated look.
"Do you have a name?" Patrick asked softly.
It inhaled sharply and let it out shakily. "I...I can't move..."
"We've interrupted the signals from your brain temporarily. You'll be fine." Patrick said, glancing at the arm extending from the machine. "Do you have a name?"
"Wh...what about..."
"The other?" Patrick asked, not intent on repeating his question. He hesitated, finally saying, "He didn't survive. His wounds were too great. We did all we could for him." Lies, but the creature would have no way of knowing.
"...N...No pain..."
"We've got you on painkillers."
The black creature sucked in another deep breath. "Can't...feel anything..."
Patrick nodded. "I know. Just relax now. When you wake up, you'll be on the road to recovery."
"No...no...please..." it gasped. "No..."
"It's all right," Patrick adjusted a dial on the oxygen flow, putting a drug in the air to knock the creature out. "We won't harm you."
Its eyes fluttered shut and its vitals dropped slightly as its consciousness was pushed away. Patrick stood and stepped to the side as the doctors began gathering around the table, medical tools in hand.
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Yep. First incredibly creepy chapter/prologue. And Silver's already 'dead'...
More characters you all know and love on the way! Muhahahahahaaaa!
Tell me what you think about this, ok? This is going to be a dark, scary story.
Hasta la Vista, Readers!
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