This is the first chapter of my "novel", I'm a novice so please don't crucify me mercilessly.

English is not my mother language, I'm sorry for any mistake.

The SCP Foundation is not my property, Metal gear Solid is property of Konami and Hideo Kojima, Splinter Cell is property of Ubisoft and Tom Clancy, High School DxD is property of Ichiei Ishibumi.

This fanfic belongs to me.

SCP: Birth Of The Legends

Chapter 1: Adam Rose.

"Do you think he will grow well?"

"For the results, I would say yes."

"I hope so, you saw what that beast of Hayden did to Connor."

Two scientists were arguing in a dusty laboratory, behind them there was a capsule of at least three meters filled with a yellowish-green liquid, inside of it there was a boy of little more than 3 years.

The boy was blond, his blue eyes had a tiny tint of green, his skin was pale since the poor boy had never seen the light of the sun.

At the bottom of the capsule, there were 4 written letters: Alfa Golf Lima Romeo.

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Outside of a high school, a blond boy was chatting with a blonde girl, the boy was 10 and the girl was 13. They were talking about advanced topics like theoretical physics and medicine.

The children were so focused on their conversation that they didn't notice the presence of the boy's father.

"You have a strange way to flirt, son."

"Dad!" the boy ran toward his father's arms.

The boy's father was just like him with a few differences, his hair was dark blond, his blue eyes were almost bright, just like his son his skin was pale and he had a beard.

"Wow!, is that your father? He looks strong and handsome," Said the girl.

"Yes!, He is strong because he always trains," answered the boy.

"I came here to take you to the mansion," said the boy's father, "your friend can come too."

"It doesn't matter Mister Rose, I don't want to bother you," said the girl with the eyes on the ground.

"Galiana!, please come, I want you to know my grandfather," the boy asked almost desperate.

"Alright, I will go with you" she agreed with a smile.

"Ok, Let's go, what's your name little one? my name is John," said the boy's father.

"My name is Jennifer"

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"Miss Leonard, you should change your son of the academy"

"May I know the reason? Please call me Samatha."

In Braithwaite Academy, the mother of a certain blond boy was in the headmaster's office talking with him.

She was beautiful, with long and straight blond hair, bright green eyes, pale skin as snow, however, what most attracted attention were her large breasts. Despite being her greatest attribute she didn't show them off.

"Miss Leonard, Adam is a genius, he has achieved the better notes in Physics, biology, and chemistry but the social note...we had to put it aside"

"Why?"

"Miss Leonard, your son is asocial, I was worried about him for two years and he didn't make any friends"

"(Sounds like my son, he couldn't get over it)" Thought Samantha.

"In a month we will send him to Harvard, he must be the first one who gets in there with just 12 years"

"Thanks for everything, Mister Bronte"

"It was an honor had had your son in my academy"

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"So, you're the son of John and Samantha." An old man got close to Adam.

"Yes, sir."

"I dare to say that you're an identic copy of your father"

"Many say so if you excuse me I have to go to the laboratory"

"I don't think that they will expel the best student for being five minutes late."

The man forcibly dragged Adam to a trophy-filled citrine.

"Someday you'll be there with the greatest students who ever stepped on Harvard."

The man pointed with his finger at a specific place of the citrine. Adam opened his eyes surprised.

Samantha Leonard, Bioengineering award winner

Jonathan Rose, Chemical engineering award winner

"I didn't know that my parents won these awards."

"They had help and goods friends, Adam, I'm the leader of..."

"No."

"Huh?"

"You were going to ask me to join your group and make friends, sorry but the answer is no."

Adam turned around and begun to walk toward the laboratory.

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Colorado, California

A young man was looking at himself in the mirror in the HQ of the Navy SEALS.

His blond hair was spiky and chaotic, his blue eyes were dark with a tiny tint of green on them, his skin was pale. His body was worthy of a member of special forces due to the strenuous training.

His nameplates rested on his neck: Adam Rose.

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The SEAL TEAM 7, the team to which Adam belonged was under the overwhelming sun of the Nevada desert; the 7 members of the team used equipment adapted to the desert and everyone had goggles and a scarf.

"So, we don't know where are we going" Adam said while putting his scarf over his nose and mouth.

"The coordinates that the colonel gave us marked this place, right behind that dune," the squad leader indicated; Adrian Shepard, a role model for Adam.

The SEAL TEAM 7 climbed the dune, only to be surprised.

"Is that..?" one of the integrants couldn't end his sentence.

"Area 51," another member completed it.

"Okay, this is weird" Commented Adam aloud while his brain was starting to tie up dots.

"I wasn't expecting this, this was supposed to be a rescue mission," Shepard said.

"So...We're getting out from here?"

*BROOM*

Before the SEAL team could even turn around they were surrounded by trucks and motorcycles for military use. From these soldiers came out, these soldiers wore gas masks and they had assault rifles of different calibers.

"A surprise party," the lack of seriousness in Adam's voice was something that shocked the soldiers a bit.

"Drop your weapons we don't have a chance," Shepard ordered.

"Sir, they're going to kill us anyway," Adam said struggling internally between obey or not.

The whole team obeyed and rose their hands, the enemy soldiers approached and took each one of them into a different truck.

"Not the kind of party I was expecting," Adam thought trying not to panic.

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Everything was blurry, the only distinguishable were two human silhouettes in front of him and the lamp that pointed at his face. With annoyance, Adam opened his eyes completely, although he repented almost instantly for the pain in his retinas.

After a few seconds, his eyes adapted to the light and he could take a better look at his environment: Surgical instruments, monitors, torture tools?

The blond tried to put his hand on his face but his surprise was great when he realized that was tied with chains to an operating table.

"Elin, I can't do this to a kid."

"Natasha, we don't have a choice, remember what they can do to us."

"Ladies, you really need to find other jobs."

The women saw him somewhat confused about his behavior, they both used a scientist coat.

One of them had white hair and blue eyes, a slender body, and generous proportions. She wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and black heels. Now that Adam saw her carefully she couldn't be over 25.

The other woman was red-haired, her green eyes were covered by small oval glasses, and her body was more generous than the woman with white hair; she wore a black sleeveless blouse, a miniskirt, stockings, and heels. She looked young too.

"Welcome back" Greeted the woman with white hair.

Adam saw her, he knew her, if what he was thinking was right then he would have to do his best performance of prisoner.

"Where am I?" asked the blond.

"That's not important now"

Immediately after the red-haired woman put an oxygen mask on his face, the effect was instantaneous, Adam felt how his senses started to numb. The white-haired woman moved her lips, despite he couldn't hear her words he could read her lips: I'm sorry.

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Adam didn't know how much time had passed, the only thing he knew with certainty was that his body was burning, desperate he hit his body against the bars of the cell.

"What the hell is happening?!" he cried out.

Outside of the cell, the red-haired woman from the laboratory was seeing him. She got closer and took Adam's hand.

"I'm sorry, your body is adapting to your new cells."

"You...really need another job"

"I'm sorry, I'm Natasha Belikova."

"Adam."

"Nice to meet you."

"Are you Russian?-

"Yes, how did you..."

"Your accent."

"Where are you from?"

"From United Kingdom."

Adam was doing his best to endure the pain but It was overwhelming. In a matter of seconds, he lost consciousness.

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Days, weeks, or months? Adam didn't care anymore, his mind was a disaster the feeling of loneliness and despair were...no, he must put aside those feelings.

Currently, Adam was tied in a chair, dried blood decorated the floor. He was scared, and he hated himself for that. He was trained since childhood to be a soldier, he couldn't allow that the fear takes over his thoughts.

His mission couldn't end there, he will survive and he will carry the dream of her.

"Sorry Area 51, I'm just too angry to die"

"(Please save me)"

A beautiful woman's voice was heard for Adam but nobody was there. The blond looked for the source of the voice, was he becoming crazy?

"Please, don't leave me here."

Then a woman with fox ears and nine tails appeared in his mind.

[...]

Natasha was in her laboratory, she was talking through a radio.

"Understood, what's the status of Omega? "

Natasha doubted a moment before responding.

"Omega has been activated."