He couldn't hold back a slight head tilt as he inspected the soldier coming his way. He very nearly went to check his watch, but thought better of it. The click of boots in rhythm snapped Gale's attention back. Fingering the gun, feeling the lighter weight of this weapon, feeling less comfortable with this, the thoughts drifting off. Gale felt his ear perk every so often at the din, but faded quickly into the background of his perception. The occasional bang of fist against the metal walls reverberated through the hallways. He had also been staggered by the MTF insignia on one of the shoulders of his black and navy fatigues instead of a Security one.В - Fireworks888 ( talk) 17:17, Decem(UTC) That honor belonged to his soul's windows, a pair of unnatural scarlet eyes to match Wilson's piercing green ones. That wasn't the first thing Wilson noticed, however. An unfamiliar man of similar attire, but much taller and bulkier and without a spot of headwear, revealing a well-tanned face draped in caramel hair. As he expected, his partner beat him to the cell, not that it was a race to begin with. He had finally arrived to the Cell Block the PA assigned him to. The tram halted and Wilson wasted no time storming out, stamping on the smoke in his march through the halls. A still fresh bite mark settled under a tight hug of gauze, which itself was underneath one of his sleeves. This time, it was because of he had just gotten out of his infirmary stay after a minor breach, and not even a day later he's already back to escorting Class-D's to Hell, like a River of Styx ferryman. As always, a bitter irritation poisoned his mind. And just as always,В I reminded myself of how much I hatedВ that place.With a lit cigarette hung between his lips, Wilson sat upon one of the seats of the tram as it steadily drove itself about the webbing of tunnels snaking through an underground containment facility. I took deep breaths, in and out until I became calm.

All the previous events flashed through my mind just as a child reviews the events of their nightmare. My whole body was covered in sweat and the fabric of my clothes stuck to my body like a magnet. My eyes shot open and I wasn't surprised to find myself back in my bed again. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I didn't have time to think about it because his leather gloved hand covered my face and everything went cold and dark. He casually walked toward me and my heart tried to beat it's way out of my chest. At that point all I could do was back up into the corner of the cell. After all of my time as a test subject for those bastards, I just knewВ when I was in trouble. 'But little do they know, I just want to help.В I am the cure.' He slowly began to rise up from the table and I knew he was going to kill me. It disgustsВ me,' he said, sounding disgusted and the way he said it made me feel like he was my parent and he was shaming me for doing something wrong. I nodded, but I was unsure if he even noticed. Most of the SCP's couldn't even manage to say a single word. 'They are allВ animals, don't you agree?,' he said. His voice was mechanical, like one of those super heroes. The cell was dimly lit and sitting at a table in the middle of the room was a man (if it even wasВ a man) dressed in a robe and a bird-like mask. The cell door slid open and the guard shoved me inside before the door closed. He swiped his card and the red dot on the panel next to the door lit up green. The same bullshit each and every staff tries to force-feed me before each test. I almost said the words right along with him: 'What you are doing is saving humanity'. He opened his mouth to speak and I already knew what he was going to say. He eventually let the grin go and pulled out his badge. 'I see you're in a cheery mood today!,' he said. He smiled and his teeth were flawlessly white, like he spent 5 hours each day scrubbing his teeth. He resembled a baby and this made me smile. He had a clean shaven face, silver eyes and short dark brown hair. A few minutes later, a scientist walked up to us. As usual, I waited for a scientist to arrive. Before I knew it, we reached 049 in Sector 2. I followed him, staring at the foundation logo on the back of his uniform the whole time. So I rose up out of my bed as the guard opened the cell door. I already knew what time it was and if I did not listen, he and his lackeys would come in and zap the hell out of me. The guard woke me up out of my dreamless sleep by whacking his baton on the bars of my cell. He wasn't a gentleman.В But he was the closest to one Iv'e met so far.

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