Chapter 1

My name is Hailey Baxter, and I am 18 years old. My parents are doctors at the SCP Foundation, where monsters call home. I live with my 19-year-old brother Adam in a nice house with our German Shepherd Bruno. The only thing I have to complain about, even though I really don't, is that I have a rare disease. It's not all that new in the medical field, and it's referred to as AHUS, if I remember correctly. What does it do? Basically I'm supposed to be dead earlier than other people, around 50 or 60. Adam is perfectly healthy, which I'm happy for.

Damn, was I wrong.

Dad wanted to bring Adam and I to his work, per Adam's own request. Adam said he wanted to see the SCP's, and as I know well, that means he's usually looking for someone to tease. Mom was against it in the beginning, but Adam won her over with his magic powers. How he can do things like that is beyond me.

We drove the 15 minutes to the facility in suspenseful silence. I had my medication in my Kanken, along with my phone, my portable charger, my iPad and computer for schoolwork. Not that I planned on doing it anyway, I'd probably be too busy to do anything. I made Dad stop for Starbucks on the way, and life was perfect.

When we arrived, Mom and Dad told us to come to SCP-049's cell, whoever that was.

"I want you both to be careful. The smallest mistake can cost people working here their lives, so be careful," Mom said as we stood outside 049's cell.

"Don't look at me, talk to Adam," I grinned at my brother. He stuck his tongue at me.

Dad chuckled, "Yeah, Adam. No fooling around."

Adam rolled his eyes, and together we entered. There were already two other doctors there, and by focusing in on their name tags, I could see they were Dr. Sherman and Dr. Itkin.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter," Dr. Itkin smiled. Dr. Sherman nodded.

"Good morning. Who died today?" Dad asked.

Itkin laughed, "No one, thankfully. 049 hasn't been doing much lately, just the usual experiments and weird things. Are these your children?"

"Yes, this is Hailey and Adam," Mom said, "They wanted to come along and see what we do."

Itkin beamed at us, "It's your lucky day, because we're giving 049 here some human experiments, also known as Class-D's."

Adam perked up, "What does...049 do with human experiments?"

Itkin smiled, "Come here and see. It starts momentarily."

Not two minutes later, a group of three Class-D's were pushed into the containment chamber, all male. 049, who had been standing at his desk on the opposite side of the room, turned slowly around and examined the group one by one. He was dressed in a black robe and bird mask, the standard medieval plague doctor outfit. He was approximately 6'2, and his eyes were heterochromatic, one blue and one yellow. His leather bag was on the desk, and his operating table was covered in medical tools.

"I sense the disease in you," he said, his voice metallic but soothing. The men looked at each other, clearly confused, then back to 049. The SCP slowly approached the group, eyes locked on them. The Class-D's panicked and raced away. The first man was too slow, and with a touch to the neck by 049, collapsed to the floor like a wet noodle. The other two men flipped out and stood tensed as 049 turned to face them.

"Stop resisting. I am the cure," 049 said, and with a lightning-quick movement, sped between the two and touched the backs of both their necks, causing them both to collapse like the first.

"I want to say it's cool, but people just died so now I'm conflicted," Adam whispered to me.

"Why is that a hard decision for you? This...thing just killed people, that's not 'cool' whatsoever," I replied angrily.

Adam raised his hands in defense, "I'm just saying, his powers are cool."

"On this side of the glass," I said. Adam was silent.

"He's looking this way. Robert, are you alright with letting him see your children?" Dr. Itkin asked.

"As long as that thing stays far away from them, I'm alright. What about you, Clara?" Dad replied.

"I think it's fine. Maybe seeing human children will provoke something," Mom said.

"Mom, we're not 'children', we're technically legal adults too," I sighed.

Adam laughed, "In body, maybe, but not mentally."

"Speak for yourself, hypocrite" I replied. Adam frowned.

Sherman gestured us to step forward, "Come closer to the glass, you two. Let him see you clearer."

Adam and I moved closer to the observation window and met 049's gaze. His eyes looked Adam up and down, but stopped at me. It was almost uncomfortable how he looked at me, almost with...desire?

"Greetings. Who might you two be?" 049 asked.

"My name is Adam Baxter, and this is my younger sister Hailey," Adam said.

"Nice to meet you," I said, waving and smiling. 049 still stared at me.

"These are Robert and Clara Baxter's son and daughter, 049. I advise you treat them with the same respect as their parents," Sherman said, a dark undertone to his voice.

"How inconsiderate of you to believe I would ever harm the children, Dr. Sherman. Though I do inquire, how old are they?" 049 asked.

"I'm 19," Adam said, giving me a nervous look out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm 18," I said, smiling. 049 nodded.

"Perfect," he muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Adam asked. I could hear the aggression in his words.

049 glared at Adam, "I said nothing, sir."

"Good," Adam muttered. I rolled my eyes.

Dad's phone buzzed, and his eyebrows furrowed when he looked at it, "We need to stop by SCP-106 and SCP-035 today for tests, see you both soon?"

Itkin smiled broadly, "See you soon, Robert."

"Come on, kids," Mom said. As we left, I noticed 049 staring at me, then glaring at Adam, as if it was planning something regarding us.