Hi, I'm Henry, I'm 14 years old, and I once lived in New York City. Now, I didn't know it then, but I had always felt something was off about me. But let me set the scene and how I got here.
I was just walking home one day, just like any other, when it happened again. That ping in my head, which I have felt for about 3 years now. As I was walking back home from school, people started to get sick around me. I didn't know what to do. Then a blank white van pulled up. People stepped out of it.
"We're here for you, now don't fight us, but it's for your good." one man in a hazmat suit said. I thought about fighting, and then something black appeared where my arm was. It was a blade, which stabbed the guy, instantly killing them. They tried to grab me with poles that dog catchers use. One grabbed me, then another, and they hauled me into the van. I saw bodies on the ground. What have I done? I thought as they had pulled me to an unknown location.
Once I was inside this building, I was brought to a man in a lab coat. They spoke in a tone that probably bored some people to death.
"SCP-8000, also known as Henry, it seems we've finally got you contained. You possess a highly anomalous ability to manifest a black blade from your arm, resulting in the instantaneous death of anyone it comes into contact with. We are yet to determine the full nature and extent of your power, hence why you have been designated as SCP-8000.
You're currently being held at Site-██, a specialized facility operated by the SCP Foundation for the containment and study of anomalous entities. Our primary objective is to understand your abilities, the origins of your anomalous properties, and to ensure that you do not pose a threat to society.
You are being kept in a highly secure cell equipped with various containment measures to prevent any unauthorized use of your abilities. These measures include reinforced titanium walls, electrified flooring, and a remote-controlled suppressor device placed around your arm to neutralize any sudden manifestations of your blade.
Our researchers and medical staff have been evaluating and monitoring your condition extensively. The Foundation is committed to ensuring your well-being, as well as the safety of our personnel and the general public.
We understand that being a teenager and finding yourself in such a situation can be overwhelming, SCP-8000. However, we need your cooperation in order to better understand and control your abilities. We encourage open communication, so if there's anything you need or any concerns you have, please don't hesitate to let us know.
Rest assured that we are working diligently to find a solution and potentially mitigate or even eliminate the dangerous aspects of your anomalous capabilities. Your containment and research will continue until such time that we can fully understand and contain the threat you present.
Thank you for your understanding, SCP-8000." he said.
"Dr., SCP-096 is escaping again, seems like someone looked at a picture of his face again." a man in a guard uniform said.
"I'll be right with you, but SCP-8000 is needing to be taken to his containment chamber," the man in the lab coat said. As I was being escorted to my containment chamber by armed guards, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread knowing that there were other anomalies like me being held within this facility. The thought of being stuck here for the rest of my life terrified me.
Despite the fear, I didn't resist as the guards guided me through the facility. I knew that they had procedures and protocols in place to keep me under control, and I didn't want to risk hurting anyone else with my abilities. Eventually, we arrived at my containment cell, and the guards placed me inside. The room was small and sparse, with only a bed, sink, and toilet. The walls were made of reinforced titanium and were at least six inches thick. I knew that I was completely cut off from the outside world.
As I sat on the bed, I couldn't help but think about my life before all this. The life where I was just a normal teenager living in New York City. It felt like a distant memory now, something that belonged to another life entirely. But I knew that I couldn't dwell on the past. Instead, I had to focus on the present and what would come next. I didn't know what the Foundation had planned for me, but I knew that I would do whatever it took to survive and make the best of my situation.