She couldn't remember how she had gotten there.
More importantly, she didn't know where there was.
All she knew was that she was running and something was chasing her.
A child ran through the forest, her feet pounding the snow covered ground as she panted. Tears were in her eyes and blurring her vision, her arms out in front of her and pathetically blocking the trees branches from smacking her in the face.
It was cold-no, scratch that. It was freezing. Her pajamas were doing little to block the cold wind from getting to her, and running barefoot through the snow wasn't helping much either. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Something was telling her to keep going, to keep running.
Her foot caught on a rock and she yelped as she tripped and went tumbling down the hill. She rolled and bounced, sticks and rocks getting caught in her pajamas and hair before coming to stop on a small dirt mound. She whimpered quietly, her tiny body completely filled with pain with no end in sight.
Her fingers were cold, her toes were cold, her everything was cold! She cracked one blue eye open and struggled to her knees, hands gripping a leaveless bush and slowly getting to her feet. The little girl hugged her arms close to herself, trying to conserve as much body heat as she could with a shiver.
She looked at the towering trees, shivering at the way they looked like they wanted to grab her. The tall man wouldn't grab her though and he lived in the trees. She pushed forward, her teeth chattering as a choked up sob escaped her. She was scared, she wanted to go home.
She wanted her daddy.
Where was her daddy?
Her eyelids had nearly frozen shut, forcing them open as her tiny voice called out into the forest.
"D-D-Daddy?" Her tears had formed ice on her cheeks, all warmth sapped from her frail body. "W-Where are y-you, d-daddy?" She sobbed, breaking into a jog.
Her eyes brightened when the trees opened up and saw the familiar figure face down in the snow.
"Daddy!"
The child used the last of her energy to sprint, collapsing and falling to her knees by her father. She was smiling but it quickly faded when he didn't get up. She grabbed hold of his arm, tugging on him as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Daddy? Get up, daddy!"
She shoved at him, rolling him over so he was looking up at the sky. His eyes weren't closed, they were wide open. Of coarse they were, her daddy's eyes never closed. His smile was still there. Of coarse, her daddy never stopped smiling.
So why wasn't he moving?
"Daddy!" She sobbed, pounding her tiny fist on his shoulder and chest to wake him up. "Wake up daddy! Stop sleeping!" She battered him more but to no prevail. She eventually just stopped hitting him and cried again, her fists balled up against her cheeks as she hiccuped and sniffed quietly.
"Daddy..."
A shadow fell over her suddenly and she froze, somehow knowing it wasn't The Tall Man behind her this time. The little girl slowly turned and gasped at the sight before her. Her eyes widened in horror and she fell back, sitting in the snow but not seeming to notice the cold anymore.
"E-Evil clown! Evil clown!" She shrieked, starting to hit her still father on the ground again.
"Wake up, daddy! Wake up! Evil clown! Evil clown!"
The "Evil Clown" gave a dark chuckle at the little girl's futile attempts to wake the man in the snow. He reached out and grabbed her by the collar of her pajamas, holding his free hand open with claws at the ready.
"Daddy can't save you anymore." The words slithered over the girl and washed her in fear, trembling at the sight of his claws and grabbing at her daddy's sweatshirt.
"No! no no no!"
The little girl gave one final scream as the Evil Clown's claws came down on her neck.
"DADDY!"
Emma's eyes slowly fluttered open, blinding white light filling her vision and forcing her to close them all over again.
Her head was pounding and her tongue felt like sandpaper. What happened? One moment she was talking with Jeff, the next; pain and then blackness.
They were talking with Agent Hoff by his van. He had went to go get a pen...
He lied to them.
Emma opened her eyes again, squinting through the light and allowing her vision to adjust before looking around. She was in a room, the walls and ceiling were a solid stainless steel and by the looks of things, there was only one door.
And that was twenty feet away from her.
She began to sit up, only to be caught short by the bindings to her wrists and ankles. Her eyes widened, pulling desperately at the leather straps to try and free herself before crying out.
"Hey! S-Somebody get me out of here! Let me out!"
She pulled again, the strap across her chest resisting more of her mobility as her bed began to jump and bounce from her efforts.
Where the hell was she? Why was she tied down? And where was Jeff? Where was her brother?
Escaping and Jeff were the only things on her mind now. She had to get free, find her brother, then get the hell out of there. Wherever there was.
Easier said than done, though on her part.
"I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE, ASSHOLES!" She screeched, her face and ear turning red from her straining and the yelling. Oh no, it was happening again.
Like back in third grade. She was breaking off from herself into a blind rage, part of her sanity actually snapping because her brother was nowhere to be found. She barely registered the fact she was screaming again but no words were to be formed, she was just screaming.
The door burst open, men and woman rushing in and trying to hold her down. She only fought harder, snapping her teeth at any person who got closer and snarling at them with the ferocity of a wild animal.
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE'S MY BROTHER?! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! GET OFF ME!"
A mantra of something like that kept spilling from her lips, fighting against the Doctors' efforts to keep her down so that they could sedate her again. She caught sight of one man readying a syringe.
"NO! NO! I WON'T GO BACK UNDER! GET OFF ME! GET OFF! NO! NO! NO!"
She was someone else now, the insane rage that burned inside her something out of this world. She kept fighting even as they held down her arms long enough to inject the drug back into her systems. She kept fighting even as her vision began to darken again. She kept fighting until she finally went limp against the bed again.
Emma never noticed how they tightened her strappings, and how one doctor radioed someone in another part of the building.
"Sir, SCP-630 regained consciousness. Extremely hostile. Six medics had to hold her down before we were able to stabilize her again."
The radio crackled with static for a moment before an answer, "And SCP-629?"
A different voice buzzed a responce.
"SCP-629 showed exact same reactions. Extremely hostile. Took ten to hold him down. But Sir, we have the test results back from the blood test."
Tom Hoff was a well built, handsome man in his late thirties, dark hair neat and combed with piercing cornflower blue eyes. He was shifty. Everyone knew this.
Agent Hoff walked down the hall, his shoes clicking against the polished floor all the way to the lab where the bloodwork results were. The head of the lab was a scrawny brunette man in his twenties, glasses on the bridge of his nose with dark brown eyes and a pathetic excuse for facial hair.
"What are the results, Johnathon?" Tom asked as he walked to the shorter man. The other fixed his glasses before handing him a file folder.
"After running the samples we gathered from Jeffrey and Emma Overlander-"
"You mean SCP's 629 and 630?" Tom asked with a warning glance towards John. The younger man gulped and gave a nod.
"Erm..yes. 629 and 630. Anyway, we ran their blood against a sample collected from Jeffrey Woods."
"And?" Tom asked, losing his patience.
"Sir, it was a match."
Tom's eyes brightened for a moment.
"Jeffrey Woods is their biological father."
Hoff closed the folder and gave it back to John, giving him a nod before leaving briskly. A grin was spreading across his face though, eyes darkening as he turned down a hall and into the monitor room where he could watch the sleeping twins on screens.
It was a match. He thought to himself again, his grin widening as he chuckled. Tom poured himself of Whiskey, circling his pointer finger over the rim of the glass slowly.
Jeffrey Woods is their biological father.
"Got you now, you son of a bitch."
