The lights dimmed and brightened for a few seconds... before cutting out entirely. There was a scraping sound, like concrete on concrete, followed by a sickening scream and a crunch… The screaming abruptly cut off. It happened in an instant. To say the least, Ian was alarmed.

The lights flashed back on. The statue had moved! It was now standing over the D-class who had been charged with cleaning. The poor, poor man's neck was twisted into a disgusting position, his body folded over in a heap. The other living D-class screamed and ran towards the door and began banging on it with both fists.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" the D-class shouted and hollered. Ian would have joined him in his efforts, but found he couldn't move. Not at all. In fact, he was so entirely jarred by the amount of stuff going on, Ian was about to tell the other remaining D-class to keep his eyes on the statue. He realized just a little too late that he needed to blink.

He blinked. And the screaming once again stopped.

The statue now stood over by the door, the still choking body of his fellow inmate swinging gently by his neck, which was held in the creature's stumps. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and blood poured from his mouth. Ian's stomach wrenched at what his eyes could see.

Ian stared at the scene, trying his best not to take his eyes off of the murderous statue, not out of the unperceived necessity, but out of shock. It had only been a few seconds since those people had been alive…

Still reeling from the deadlock of emotions in his head, Ian almost shut out the familiar voice ring over the intercom.

"WARNING! SCP-106 has breached containment! Commence evacuation and recontainment procedures!"

The lights cut out again, but came on quicker than before. SCP-173 was headed for his final victim, and would close the gap in no time at all. Ian yelped, snapping back as his mind caught up with him. His mind turned itself to self-preservation and he tripped over himself as he backed into the corner of the hanger-like room.

Attempting to regain what was left of his composure, he forced himself to focus. He could handle this, he just. Needed. To focus.

Taking in all available information now was important. There had to be something. Something which could help. Despite himself, he couldn't help but wonder how something with no visible hands could snap a person's neck so easily. Even as the concrete monster glared menacingly at him, he let his eye slide to the new bloody marks on the floor.

Ian's brain ran through his previous thought process as to where the blood came from... and that gave him an idea. It was stupid and, based on what had just happened would likely end in failure, but Ian figured "nothing ventured, nothing gained." He breathed deeply, purposefully filling his lungs as much as he could, and straightened up against the corner of the wall. He blinked, allowing SCP-173 to move closer. "3 meters ...interesting." he noted during his survey. Concentrating was rather difficult considering there was a loud alarm going off in the room outside.

Ian slid along the grey concrete wall, absent mindedly running his fingers along the scratched out grooves on the wall. He was slowly moving to a position where he was 4 meters away from the stone monstrosity. He blinked again. SCP-173 appeared 1 meter away from him. Ian jumped a little, for obvious reasons, but commenced his plan promptly. He stepped forward, close enough that he could touch the tall creature if he so chose to...

… Which he did. He stretched out his arms before reaching forward, ever so slowly placing his hands on the ends of SCP-173's stumpy limbs. Despite the look of it the creatures arms felt rather wet despite not showing any liquid, but wasn't like water... it was sticky... like blood. This was another important note in Ian's impromptu study.

Ian reviewed the procedures of his plan again and it still seemed preposterous, but knew that in most of the possible outcomes to this situation he probably wouldn't live to see the inside of his less than cozy cell again... or even anything outside of this room. "To hell with it." he thought as he took another deep breath. Then he closed his eyes.