Just a Normal D-Class

Dark. That's all it was. Dark and bleak and black. She didn't know where she was- or even who she was. She just knew that she was floating in an abyss of nothingness. And that nothingness refused to let her go, as it grabbed at her hands and her feet.

Hands... my wrist. Memories were flooding her head. Of melting skin. A crooked smile. Laughing. Excitement. Bright lights. It was unnerving, making her feel empty. But she still wasn't scared. Because she knew where she was. She knew that she had been right.

So she let her entire self relax, and the memories faded. Soon there was nothing once again. Now she just had to wait. And wait she did, until slowly she began to feel. She could feel her eyelids pressed closed, her toes in her shoes, and most importantly, her heart in her chest.

"I can't believe it." an awed voice said. D didn't recognize it. "She was supposed to be dead. It killed her! Hell, this has to be reported." She smiled, taking a deep, cold breath. After a moment she flexed her fingers. It felt amazing. The burning was gone. She knew at once that her wounds were too.

"Her hand! Are you seeing this? Jackwell get over here and look at this." There was the sound of people murmuring, and D let out a small chuckle that silenced the area. She opened her eyes and slowly sat up, rubbing her head. She felt the weight of the knife still in her pocket.

"Gah-" she grunted, moving her hands to the base of her spine and popping her back. "That was not fun." She yawned and looked around. She was surrounded by many people in white coats, all of them looking dumbfounded. Among them was a face she knew immediately. 

"Hello again four-eyes," she said with a chuckle, swinging her legs over the hospital bed she had been laying on. She got off and stood up, flexing her legs. Mason was gaping. "This explains it- you knew didn't you!" D shook her head. "Nope. I merely had a suspicion." 

The other people kept glancing between the two people. They looked amazed. "I- I-" Mason stammered, blinking. D chuckled. "Come on now, isn't it obvious? I'm not what you thought I was. I'm not just a normal D-Class like you thought I was. I'm special."

The word 'special' made her heart leap. She wasn't merely unique. She was special. 

Out of place. 

A monster.

And soon, an SCP.

Mason rubbed his face. "I'm going to take her back to the D-Class cells. You all can discuss what to do with her when she's secured." He grabbed her arm and tugged her from the medical bay to a hallway, and then to an elevator. He didn't say a word until the elevator door had closed.

"Who are you?" he asked shakily. "There is no way in hell you came here by chance. You're a kid. But apparently, a kid who can't die. Explain. Now." his voice was shaking, and he was breathing heavily. D ignored what he had said completely.

"Why did you take me to the medical bay? It was clear I was 'dead'." She said the word 'dead' with finger quotes. "So why try to save me?" Mason opened his mouth and then closed it again, shaking his head. "I... I don't know. But everyone else would like an answer to that question too. You aren't even a staff member. You're a D-Class. Disposable. The entire point is for you to die in the end."

He took a shuddering breath. "But you didn't. Somehow, you survived an encounter with a Keter class SCP on your first attempt. And you didn't just survive. You came back. You were dead, D. Your heart was not beating because it was melted and warped with your ribs. I saw it happen!"

D cut him off. "I know all of this. But it still doesn't answer my question. If you watched me die, then why not just leave me to 106?" She was genuinely confused. Then it clicked. The things he had said to her before they had gone into 106's containment. They now made sense.

"You're concerned for me." She spoke bluntly. She was confused. More confused than she had ever been in her entire life. Mason nodded. "I don't know why but- I feel like I need to watch over you. When I saw you on the floor, I knew you were dying. And I was scared for you. Because you don't deserve this. Your only a kid." D took a deep breath, teeth clenched.

"No." She balled her hands into fists. "I do deserve this. Because this is what I want. This was a choice. I don't need watched over," she spat out the last two words like they were spoiled milk. "And I don't need anyone's concern! I'm not helpless! I'm not just a kid!" she was furious. Blood rushed in her ears and Mason took a shaky step back.

When the elevator door opened she stormed out, waiting angrily for Mason to open the door to her cell room. And as soon as he did she was gone, walking to the stairs and then the railing. "D-" Mason murmured, taking a step into the room. 

"Out." She commanded, reaching for her knife-holding pocket. Before she could grab the weapon, though, Mason nodded and left, the door hissing closed. She took the knife out anyway and began tracing it across the railing, leaving jagged scrapes. 

Just a kid. The words danced in her mind. She wanted to scream. She held the knife even tighter. She wanted to kill. But for some reason, not Mason. "D?" a voice came from behind her and she whipped around, knife pointed to the speaker's throat.

"Whoah!" Robert cried out looking terrified. Reluctantly D put the knife back in her pocket. "You. What do you want?" her voice shook with suppressed rage. Robert was now looking like she had just done the impossible. Which to him, I have. 

"You're not dead? I- how?" He looked at her up and down. "You look a mess. Have you seen your jumpsuit?" D turned to look at her previously melted shoulder to see a ragged hole in her jumpsuit. Her wrist looked the same, but instead of there just being a hole the entire front half of her sleeve had been melted off.

"Yhea. So what?" Robert blinked and then- he hugged her. "I thought you were going to die! I thought- AHHHH!" His sentence was cut off by a guttural scream, and he staggered back, clutching the side of his stomach.

D had stabbed him. And in fact, the knife was still digging into his skin. "Listen," she began lowly. "Enough of this. I am not normal and I don't need any of your concerns. "I don't care that I'm 'just a kid'. I'm more capable than you will ever be."

She stepped up to where he had fallen onto his knees. She reached down and grabbed the knife handle, ripping the blade from his skin. He screamed. But D enjoyed it. She felt good. She had gotten out her suppressed anger, and now she was smiling.

"Told you I didn't save you." She said playfully to him as his face went pale. "I- I thought-" he took a shaking breath. "You were the first person I met here who actually seemed to care." he coughed raggedly.

"The key word is seemed. And what do you know, I didn't care enough to save your pitiful life again. So goodbye Robert." she knelt down and grinned as the light left his eyes and he fell limp. Again. I killed again.

And she enjoyed it. It brought a smile to her face. Sure, this person had cared for her enough to try and save her life- but she certainly didn't care about him.

Because she wasn't what they thought she was; no matter what they said.

She wasn't just a D-Class. Not just a little girl. Not even human.

She was a monster.

Yep, Robert is dead. For those of you who did not like him, I hope you enjoyed his pitiful death. I got this done at 11pm so sorry it's cruddy.

Anyway, point out any mistakes or don't, I don't really care.