ACT I

Chapter VIII

040-1K

Entry Log

August 9, [Expunged] – 11:04:56 – Site [Expunged]

Anomalous Object AO – 040-1k, Object Class: Euclid

My vision slowly returned to me as I came back to my senses and I found myself back in a room, lying face down on an operating table of some sort unable to feel my arms which laid to my sides, unresponsive to my commands.

I looked up and saw a Nurse busy hanging up X-rays on the board in front of her and organizing the doctor's instruments either in preparation for use or for storage.

"Excuse me." I said to her.

The Nurse jumped in surprise as she turned around.

"You're awake."

"Yeah." I replied weakly. "What happened?"

The Nurse paused a moment looking at me then looked at a mirror nearby which she walked over to pick up then raised it to face me, to show me what had become of me. The doctors had removed my uniform shirt exposing my bare back which had a pair of white feathered wings protruding out from my shoulder blades, giving me the appearance of Arch-Angel from the X-men.

"What is this?" I asked in awe.

"What you're seeing, is the side effect from 040 operating on you." The Nurse replied. "Whatever she put into you, has caused bone growth on your shoulder blades to create these, wings. The back pain you experienced for the past week was from these wings growing inside your back before finally bursting free."

"They ripped my back open?" I asked.

"Yes, don't worry sir, the doctor managed to stitch you back up, but I'd take easy if I were you, unless you want to bust your stitches."

I carefully lifted myself up to sit down on the table, my arms were completely numb, but were beginning to obey my commands. My new wings moved in accordance with my arms and my left wing knocked over a bunch of stuff sitting on a cart next to the bed.

"Ah shit, sorry." I said looking down at the mess I made.

"Don't worry about it." The Nurse said as she got to cleaning up the mess.

"So what else is going on with me?"

The Nurse walked to the cart that I knocked all the stuff off of, and retrieved a few folders containing test results that the doctors had done on me while I was unconscious.

"In addition to the bone growth taking place in your shoulder, your muscles appear to be, "denser" than that of a normal human, your bones are stronger too, your irises have changed color from brown to blue, your hair has also gotten darker, your skin appears to be losing pigmentation, but most alarming, your body's core temperature is at 68.4." the Nurse explained.

"Jesus." I said aloud. "That's got to be one the worst health results I've ever had."

"It's not that all bad." The Nurse said as she took out charts to show a variety of DNA test results and analysis.

"See this?" she asked pointing to irregularities in my DNA RNA sequences. "This is the foreign material 040 added to your genetic makeup."

"Anyway you can see what it's doing to me?" I asked.

"Yes." The Nurse replied showing me another bunch of charts. "This here."

"Can you explain this to me?" I asked. "All I see are a bunch of a letters and lines."

The Nurse laughed then explained to me what was being displayed, "This right here are traits that are usually seen in animals capable of flight, like bats and birds, we both can see what mutation this has led to. This one here would explain your enhanced eye vision, this is a genetic trait commonly seen in birds of prey, meaning you have the ability to spot and identify targets up to 200 yards away."

"So, she put bird DNA into me?" I asked.

"Possibly, but the DNA doesn't match that of any known bird here on Earth." The Doctor said as he entered the room.

"What other mutations can I expect doc?" I asked.

"The worst of it seems to be over. The cell growth in your shoulder blades have stopped, and we can't identify any more modifications to your DNA structure." The Doctor replied.

"But?"

"But we can't be certain." The Doctor added. "Genetic splicing and engineering can unpredictable, even with our current advancements in technology we've only scratched the surface of this matter; so we need to make sure."

"So back to Quarantine?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry."

"Don't be doc." I said. "Besides, I doubt Eve would put anything in me that would hurt me. So how long will I be in Quarantine?"

"I don't know, the O-5 is discussing that."

Council Log

August 9, [Expunged] – 11:14:07 – Site [Expunged]

O-5 Council, Emergency Meeting

[WARNING! Confidential Record]

[Level 5 Clearance Only!]

"Alright, we're all here." The eldest of the O-5 said sitting at his seat as the rest of the council members took their seats.

"What's the meaning of this old timer?"

"You know what this is about." The elder member replied. "Sergeant Yair."

"He's dead old man, we all saw what happened." The youngest of the council member said.

"He's not dead, you saw him wake up."

"And we saw what SCP 040 did to his corpse."

The room was silent for a minute, the ticking of a nearby clock being the only sound that broke the silence until the youngest member spoke again.

"We never should've let that little freak anywhere near his corpse. We should've given Yair a proper memorial service and send him home to Texas for a proper burial."

"Well, that "little freak" saved Yair and gave him a second chance at life."

"She desecrated his corpse like a little Necromancer, that 'thing' we have in containment, that's just another instance of SCP 040-1k, not Yair. Just like the previous instance before it, has no sense of humanity in it. We should dispose of it before it mutates any further and becomes more difficult to terminate."

"The last time 040 resurrected a human she used genetic material from a rat which lead to the subject being mentally retarded. This time however, she used "exotic material" extracted from 294, Yair woke up with all his previous intellect and memories leading up to 682's containment breach, intact; in fact, she gave him a few upgrades."

"I hardly call a pair of bird wings tearing through your back an upgrade; god I can't even begin to imagine how painful that must've felt."

"Sergeant Yair is a strong man, he'll walk it off."

"That thing in there isn't a man it's an object."

"Well that 'object' is a valuable asset to the Foundation."

"You can't be serious, it's an SCP, a Euclid SCP at that, you'd have to be an absolute fool to allow it into the ranks of the MTF."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Because it's an SCP! We don't know what it's capable of!"

"Well then, what do you say we find out?"

The O-5 was silent as they all looked at each other then back at the old man.

"Find out? What are you proposing here old timer?"

"I'm saying we test Yair-

"040-1k-

"His name is Michael Yair alright!" the old man snapped frustrated with the youngest member.

"Easy old timer, remember your blood pressure."

The old man took a few steady breaths before taking out a small container of pills then spoke, "Yes, he is an SCP now, but he's our SCP, he's served us well for a long time, we shouldn't be so ready to turn our backs on him so quickly. So let's test him, let's see if Michael Yair is still capable of fulfilling his duties in the MTF."

"And if he fails?"

"We'll decide on that based on the results."

Two of the other council members nodded in agreement while the youngest remained stubborn and one other still one the fence on the subject.

"I don't know, I mean to have an SCP in the ranks of the MTF? The last time we did that was, Mobile Task Force Omega-7 Pandora's Box."

"Yes, and we all know how that ended? Don't we?" the youngest added glancing to the old.

"All those men and women, who perished, just because 076 got bored." The youngest added tauntingly. "And let's not forget about poor 105, she'll never see the light of day again, all because of you."

The old man slammed his fist on the table in anger while the rest of the council members tried to deescalate the situation.

"Calm down old timer."

"Knock it off kid, he wasn't the only one at fault there."

"Sure."

"Yair isn't 076, nor is he 105, he's a soldier, a war hero, I doubt he'll fail our test, so I vote for the test."

"As do I."

"Hm, well I guess there's only one way we're going to find out, you have my vote."

"Tch, fools."

Mission Log

August 28, [Expunged] – 13:22:01 – Canada, Site 354

SCP 040-1k, Object Class: Euclid – Designation: Arch-Angel

"Listen up, communications with Site 354 was lost about two hours ago. This site is known to have containment breaches involving various unknown entities originating from SCP 354, designation, the Blood Pond." An MTF Captain explained to the Mobile Task Force Beta-14 and I as we sat within an Osprey.

"The last transmission was from Mobile Task Force Alpha-9, who reported a total containment failure, we were unable to gather intel on the entity before we lost communications, so I'm afraid we're going to dropping you boys in blind on this."

"What about satellite surveillance sir?" I asked.

"Nothing much, but the Site appears to have sustained heavy damage, so expect the worst."

"Alright, this is your stop people." The pilot said to us as he hovered the Osprey low to the ground below. "Get in there and give em hell!"

"Hoorah!"

The men got on the ropes and started to rappel down to the ground while I jumped down from the aircraft and used my wings to slow myself down and break my fall; I had grown accustomed to my new traits over the last month.

I landed on the ground crouched on one knee then got my modified M4 which the men within the MTF have come to call, the M914 Carbine. I was now dressed in a blue digital camouflaged to help me stay hidden in the snowy cold climate of Northern Canada, a climate which I strangely found quite comfortable now.

Before I hated the cold weather, my father was from Texas, and my mother from Israel, so you could say I was born with a natural tolerance to warm climates, but now I found the previously intolerable cold, quite pleasant; perhaps another perk Eve gave me.

"Michael Yair?" a voice said on my radio; it was the O-5.

"Lima Charlie." I replied.

"Good, I wish we could tell you what to expect out there, but the last time we lost contact with site 354 survivors detonated the Alpha Warheads, killing the MTF team sent to investigate; we can not have a repeat of that. We've managed to gain access to the site's Alpha Warheads remotely, but we can only set the Warheads to enter a 30-minute countdown in the event they go off." The O-5 explained.

"So you need us to disarm them." I said.

"Yes, once that's out of the way you can proceed to search and destroy whatever anomalous objects emerged from the pool; keep an eye out for survivors, and good luck."

"Understood, we're Oscar Mike." I replied as I motioned the men to form up behind me while I took point.

This wasn't the first time the O-5 dispatched me to site 354, before I came into the Foundation site 354 usually called in MTF Omega-7 to deal with threats too big for them handle on their own, but Omega-7 was now dissolved, so now I'm the one they call for when things go south.

I led the men through the Canadian forest to the north where site 354 was, it was a bit of hike due to the untouched wilderness around us, after marching for a about ten minutes through the snow we eventually came to the out perimeter of the facility where.

The staff sergeant got out his binoculars to scan the area ahead while I took advantage of my new enhanced eye sight to search the area.

"Everything looks clear sir." The staff sergeant said.

"Stay on overwatch, I'll check it out." I said as I emerged from the thicket of the forest with my rifle in hand.

"Understood."

I carefully walked across the snowy opening towards the front entrance of the facility keeping my eyes and ears open for anything that might give away movement nearby. I approached the entrance and took out my clearance card and swiped it on the door's lock which glowed green to indicate access had been granted.

A tiny movement out from the corner of my eye caught my attention and I raised my rifle as I turned to face the source; it was a deer. The deer ran back into the forest while I motioned the men to form up again then turned to face the entrance to make sure it was clear to move in.

The men moved into the hallway, walking a few feet into the facility before stopping while crouching down; I stepped inside behind them then shut the door behind us.

"Alright people let's make our way towards the Alpha Warheads." I ordered.

"We're right behind you sir."

It was dark inside the facility, power appears to have been knocked out, so the men and I pulled out Night Vision goggles down over our eyes to help us see in the dark. It was eerily quiet, not a sound came from anywhere in the facility except the men and I.

We made our way into the lower levels using my level 4 clearance card to open any locked doors on the way. Fortunately, we didn't encounter whatever monster came out of the pool, so we reached the warheads without any problems. There were usually four warheads, but since site 354 was considerably smaller than most sites, only one was needed.

"Command, we're at the warheads." I said into the radio.

"Good, there should be a locker labeled N-7, it'll require a level 4 or higher key card to open." The O-5 replied.

"Sir." The Lance Corporal said gesturing to the locker next to him, the reflective letters N 7 on the door.

"We see it." I said to the O-5 as I threw my level 4 key card to the kid who caught it from the air. "What are we looking for?"

"A red folder, it should be marked with a nuclear emblem."

The Lance Corporal found the folder and showed it up for me to see.

"We found it." I said as the Corporal handed me the folder and my key card.

"Everything you need to disarm the warhead is in that folder sergeant."

"Understood, we'll update you once we disarm it and locate the threat."

I opened the console which powered on using a separate power source from the rest of the facility so that it would stay active in the event of a power outage or EMP burst; the screen lit up and displayed a message.

"Please swipe your key card."

I swiped my key card on the skimmer, and the screen changed, indicating that it was processing my card ID, then displayed a new message.

"Welcome MSGT Yair, choose one of the following commands: 1) Initiate Countdown 2) Detonate 3) Disable."

I hit three and the screen changed again now reading, "Blue."

I opened the folder and found several different colored pages inside, quickly I put two and two together and turned to the blue page which read, "1) Int CntDwn – Powerball 110 2) Det – Omega 203 3) Dis – Alpha 059."

I typed in the required the command into the console's keyboard which the computer accepted then displayed a new message, "Green."

Again, I turned to colored page requested and then typed in the correct passcode into the keyboard then pressed Enter. The screen then displayed a new message, "Granted, Warhead Disabled."

"Alright gentlemen warhead disabled, let's find that SCP." I said.

We made our way to the "enclosure" where SCP 354 was contained, it was a large area that resembled one of those enclosures you see at the zoo holding a cat or bear, only this had no wild life in it, only a blood red pond at the center.

The men made their way to the control room while I searched the enclosure for signs of the SCP or where it might be. There was an incident where an SCP emerged from 354 capable of cloaking itself, so for all I know it could very well be down, watching me from somewhere inside the enclosure.

I looked up at the ceiling which was heavily damaged, in fact, most of it was gone, as if something smashed right through it, some of railing for the catwalk had received serious damage as well, and the control was a mess.

"Command this is Arch-Angel, come in over." I said into the radio.

"We read you Arch-Angel, what have you found?"

"Nothing, there's a hole in the ceiling above 354, I need satellite recon of the area around the facility."

"Looking for anything specific Arch-Angel?"

"Anything big enough to force its way through the stone ceiling and maybe take flight."

"You think we're dealing with another instance of SCP 354-1?"

"Maybe, or maybe something worse."

"Alright, we'll look into it, in the meantime secure that facility."

"Understood, Arch-Angel out."

I took a step to join the rest of the team when I heard the sound of gurgling coming from the enclosure and looked back in time to see small bubbles breaking the pool's surface before settling again.

Keeping my eye on the pool I raised my M914 and searched for any signs of movement within the pool, my finger on the trigger, my legs tensed, ready to move at a moment's notice.

"Sir cameras and thermal are-

Before the kid finish his sentence a single large Octopus like tentacle shot out from the pool and struck the agent, killing him on impact. I fired my weapon into the pool as the tentacle retreated back into the pool and the rest of the men rushed outside to fire their weapons into the pool.

"Shit! It's 354-14!" someone shouted as I armed my undermounted launcher and fired.

A flash of light and the weapon blasted the pool, obliterating a majority of the pool's liquid mass, exposing the monster hiding below the surface as the pool began to refill itself in a frightening crimson whirlpool.

Enraged by my attack on it and the pool it dwelled within, the large Kraken like beast emerged using its large tentacles to pull itself out, its size caused the ground the pool to grow unstable and compromise the facility's structural integrity.

"It's going to bring the whole place down on us! Go, go, go!" the staff sergeant shouted as he and his team rushed to get to safety.

I moved to follow them, but the floor and walls were already cracking up and falling apart as the Kraken lifted the facility up in pieces in its tentacles. I got down as low as I possible could to keep my balance as we altitude, I spotted the men in the control room which was now a few yards away from being held in a separate tentacle.

The monster however was more interested me, the one who disturbed and harmed its home. I stood up as it brought my foothold close to its face to look at me, appearing to look at me with anger and spite.

I greeted its ugly face with my M914, shooting a few laser bolts into one of its eyes which pissed it off even further. The enraged Kraken retaliated by throwing the foot holding I stood upon, I crouched down low to keep my feet planted on the holding as the world around spun as if I was barrel rolling in a fighter jet.

Timing the speed and motion, I leapt off the foot holding using the momentum of the spin to launch me back towards the beast, then used my wings to glide toward the nearest foot holding as I watched another tentacle strike and crush the foot holding I left behind.

I fired my weapon at the monster again, but the bolts failed to cause any serious harm to its seemingly rubbery skin, all I did was piss it off some more. It opened its jaws, then spat a black goo at me, ink probably, which I turned away and raised my arm in defense expecting to get soaked in it.

A few seconds passed, and I did not get splashed by the foul shit, so I looked back and saw before me, a small barrier made of ice, which had blocked out the disgusting black goo. Before I could make anything off it I noticed a tentacle coming to strike my position, so I jumped, using my wings to glide to the next foothold.

"Sir, we're trying to contact command to call in air support to take this thing out, but we need you to keep it busy!" the staff sergeant said over the radio I landed.

"That won't be a problem." I replied as I ran to a ladder that was mostly intact on the foot holding I stood upon; it led up to higher level.

I climbed up the ladder and spotted another tentacle coming my way and jumped off moments before it struck and shattered the foothold, then landed on the tentacle. Thinking fast I took out my thermite charges and secured them to the tentacle before leaping off and gliding to the nearest foothold.

Once I landed I detonated the charges which exploded and sparkled in blinding golden fire, burning through the monster's flesh and melting through the tentacle which fell over and came crashing down to the ground below.

The smell of burning charred flesh overwhelmed the area, the Kraken howling in pain as its severed tentacle boiled and blistered from the thermite's extreme heat. The beast began to search for me while I remained out of sight, hiding behind whatever I could and moved when the creature's gaze turned elsewhere.

Once I came to the end of the foothold I leapt down, using aerodynamics to my advantage by diving down with my wings, then spreading my wings again to climb up and reach a foothold that was higher up.

I climbed up onto the foothold then got down low on my stomach as the creature turned to look in my direction. There was very little of a wall on the foothold I stood upon, in order to stay hidden I had to remain in the "prone" position and slowly crawl along the floor.

The creature turned its gaze off me again, searching the grounds below, allowing me to come out of hiding and leap down from my foothold. I spread my wings to slow my descent and control my direction, aiming for the Kraken's head.

After landing on the creature's forehead I loaded a cryo-bomb into the undermounted launcher and approached one of the creature's eyes then pointed my weapon at it and pulled the trigger.

A cold blast erupted from the launcher covering half of the beast's face in ice and snow much to its displeasure as it yanked its head back in pain, launching me up into the air. My stomach felt like it leapt up into my chest, but my adrenaline kicked in, preventing me from freezing in shock from the height allowing me to spread my wings again and glide back down to the closest foothold.

Upon landing I raised my rifle and took aim for the eye I had frozen solid and fired, causing it shatter and explode, blood erupting out from the exposed eye socket as the Kraken roared in agony.

The angry monster turned to face me again, opening its jaws to spit out more ink at me, this time I was prepared and moved to dodge the incoming foul liquid, jumping off the foothold and gliding down to a mostly intact hallway below.

"Command, this is Beta-14 Actual, we need air support ASAP!"

"Roger Beta-14, what's the situation there?"

"We've found the SCP, it's 354-14, Arch-Angel is currently engaged with it, but I don't know how long he can keep it occupied, we need air support!"

"Understood stand by while we contact the nearest site with an air field."

I moved through the hallway to the tentacle that held the foot holding I stood upon, planting another thermite explosive on it before carefully climbing over it; the monster was searching for me again, unaware of my location.

After I climbed over the tentacle I made my way towards the end of the hall then jumped off to glide to another foot hold, detonating the thermite charge behind me, causing the beast further pain as its tentacle melted off.

I landed on a foothold that must've been part of a kitchen, it had a counter top with a sink that had a bunch of fruit still inside it and stove next to it. I got down low behind the counter top as the Kraken searched for me again this time bringing each foothold it held in its tentacles up to its face for inspection.

"Tch, stupid squid." I muttered to myself as I loaded another cryo-bomb into my weapon's launcher.

I waited until the monster brought the foot holding I stood upon close to its face then emerged from cover and fired the undermounted launcher, firing another blizzard salvo into its face and freezing its other eye solid.

Quickly I took my finger off the launcher and pulled the trigger of my M914, firing a single laser bolt at the frozen eye causing it to explode and send more blood erupting from the eye socket.

Now completely blinded the monster resorted to crushing all the footholds in its grasp then started flailing its tentacles in random directions, hoping to crush me.

I used my wings to break my fall then spotted the men falling and adjusted my wings to dive bomb towards their direction. I caught two of them while the third grabbed onto my uniform, as a tentacle came crashing down behind us.

We landed on the ground and got the men to a safe distance before going to back to keep the creature occupied shooting at the monster with my M914; I couldn't let it think I had fled or else it'll just retreat into the pool.

The Kraken felt my attack and lashed out its tentacles in the direction my shots came from, attempting to smash me, but I dodged each attack using my enhanced reflexes and my wings to clear the incoming attacks.

"Command this is Warbird 5-1, flight of two A-10s, checking in with you, entering kill box 354-Beta, 4 AGM 65s, 4,000 rounds for this section, ready for tasking."

"Roger Warbird 5-1, do you have eyes on Odin 2-1 in your air space?"

"Uh, affirmative, they're two minutes out."

"Roger, Warbird 5-1 Beta-14 is on the ground in your area, waiting for support, break, be advised this will be a danger close op, how copy over."

"Affirmative, Warbird copies all."

"Beta-14, you have Warbird 5-1, flight of two A-10, Odin 2-1 will be entering your air space in two, out."

"Roger, Warbird 5-1, this is Beta-14 standby for fire mission."

"Warbird standing by."

"Close in fire support, four man team on the ground, three friendlies east of blue smoke, one south of tango, Callsign, Arch-Angel, break, attack direction southwest, declared hot, how copy over."

"Warbird copies all we are rolling in, weapons hot."

"Roger that, bring the rain!"

I dodged another attack from the Kraken as the staff sergeant got on the radio, "Sir, get out of there! We got air support incoming!"

I glanced off in the distance and spotted two A10 Warthogs flying in from the northwest moving in ready to strafe run the Kraken. Those things were armed with 30mm Vulcan cannons which had the ability to rip tanks to shreds, that is something I did not want to get caught in, so I ran as fast as I could for the tree line where the rest of team was.

"Warbird off safe, guns, guns, guns!"

The sound of the A10's engines was heard as they got closer followed by the signature sound of the 30mm gun firing away; it sounded like a bunch of loud crackling followed by what could've been the loudest phone vibrations ever, like thunder following lightning. I looked back in time to watch the A10 fly by firing their AGM missiles into the head of the creature while simultaneously firing the 30mm gun into its head.

The creature fell over crashing to the ground stunned from the impact and trauma caused by the assault but was still clearly alive as it struggled to get regain its bearing.

"Better call them to make another strafe run." I said to the staff sergeant.

"Don't worry sir, we got something bigger to finish it off." The staff sergeant replied before getting back on the radio.

"Odin 2-1, this is Beta-14, tango is still kicking, request you hit it with 105 shells, watch your fire, four-man team to the east of blue smoke!"

"Roger, Odin 2-1 rolling in, standby and enjoy the fireworks."

I heard a faint series of booms from the sky above somewhere then watched as death rained from above upon the Kraken's soft head which burst open from the force of the 105s and 40mms slamming into its head, sending the contents of its head spilling everywhere.

"Oh man, we saw that from up here, that was messy." The AC-130's crew commented on the radio.

"Hoorah, good shooting Odin 2-1."