Chapter 5: The Drowned - Part 3

"Subject D-3491, please wave your hand if everything is alright."

Doctor Hallows was the one who had finally broken the eerie silence. D looked at the glass window, slowly turning his head.

The Doctor nearly jumped at what he was seeing. A smile plastered across the D's face, his hand oscillating slowly in a wave, slow enough for it to be considered mockery.

"The Subject will be terminated if they dare mock the Foundation. The subject is requested to comply and step away from the SCP." It was Fischer who spoke this time; Hallows' actions must have lit a spark in her. But her voice still trembled as she spoke those words. She felt as though D knew he was staring straight at her. There was no way he could know where she was on the other side of the one-sided glass. Right?

As Fischer continued to run through scenarios in her head, D turned to face the diving suit once again. "These humans seem to believe that they hold the power to stop us." He spoke in the twisted language that the scientists could not comprehend.

"Should we eradicate them, brother? Or should we play with their lives a bit more?"

The diving suit seemed to stay silent in thought as if considering both options D had stated.

"Very well, brother." The suit began. "Call in some of them, may it be a soldier or one of the white-clad scientists. Beg for help, make sure you convince them. We must regain our energy for the Uprising. We aren't strong enough as of now. But once we absorb another human, we may be able to achieve the immense goal that I sense in the back of your host's mind. Good luck brother."

D snapped out of his trance. Once again he fell to the floor as he stared at the colossal piece of metal armour before him, except this time it wasn't all in his head. D slowly moved away from the diving suit, trying his hardest to reach the maximum speed his fear-stricken body would provide. He soon reached the end of the glass window and turned to face the other room.

"Please help." The words did not come out, but the scientists understood at once.

"SHIT! Send in the guards quickly!" Hallows shouted out loud in his last-ditch efforts to save the subject he had moments ago thought of abandoning.

Immediately, a group of six guards rushed into the room. One of them grabbed D and the other five formed a semicircle in front of him, separating him from the diving suit.

"Now brother." The SCP spoke in the language only D understood. But Hallows, now with wide eyes that resembled those of a cornered prey, understood what the suit meant. He knew what would come next, and he regretted sacrificing the six men who had pledged to commit their lives to the Foundation.

Hallows couldn't move an inch. The fear and guilt of killing six of his best soldiers had taken over his fragile body. He wanted to jump at the mic and tell them all to run away. He knew that is what he should have done, but he also knew that it would all be pointless. He had sent them to their deaths and there was nothing he could do to save them. Hallows gritted his teeth as the weight of his actions set in place.

"RUN AWAY! LEAVE THE SUBJECT AND RUN!" Hallows sighed in relief as Fischer took matters into her own hands. She too had realised the situation that was ensuing. She too knew the graveness of this worst-case scenario.

The guards looked at each other in confusion, ignoring the two dangerous entities that inhabited the same room as them. It was too late for them now.

D jumped up and grabbed the soldier behind him by the neck. The man dropped his gun and grabbed onto D's hands, trying his best to tear them away but they wouldn't budge. D's killing instincts had returned, his serial killer past had caught up to him and his newfound powers only aggravated the other side of his personality.

The calm D who had begun to accept the mistakes of his past was now gone, and in place of him, the wild beast within had come forth.

D soon felt the guard's grip slip, and his body soon went limp. D wondered why none of the others had shot him yet, but he realised why as he turned around to see the gigantic diving suit strangle one of the guards while the others meaninglessly shot at it.

D grabbed the closest guard he could find and disarmed him. The guard fought back as D threw reckless punches at him, all the while receiving some heavy hits from the well-trained officer before him. But D felt no pain. Only ecstasy. The thrill of predation had taken over his body, providing him with an overdose of adrenaline. The guard grabbed D by his arm and shoulder and in a swift motion threw D to the floor, pinning him down in the process.

D struggle some more as the guard reached for the handcuffs at his waist.

"Relax brother." Spoke the metal suit as he saw D writhe around on the hard concrete floor. "Use your powers. Imagine the endless possibilities. The endless amount of killing you could do if you learn to use this gift. USE IT, BROTHER! USE YOUR POWERS!"

D smiled as he realised his stupidity. The craze of killing had taken over his judgment. Now with a calm mind, he focused on what he had to do.

The guard had now wrapped the handcuff around one of D's hands. His knee pushed against the palm of D's right hand, unaware of the strange power D had acquired.

Suddenly, D closed his palm around the guard's knee, gripping it tighter than any neck he had in his past. This thrill was greater than the thrill of watching his victims run out of breath. In his final moments, the guard would go through an unimaginable amount of anguish, an amount that should not be felt by any organism in existence. But this was his fate nonetheless.

Focusing on the feelings that had taken over him at the doctor's office, D forced out a loud cry as he channelled his anger into his palms. The guard jumped back as the pain in his knee intensified, giving D the opportunity to get out of the hold. The wild animal stared at his latest victim, trying his best to control the maddened bloodlust that emanated from him.

"This is the end for you, mister." D laughed maniacally as he watched the soldier tear out his legs and arms. D's laugh escalated in amplitude as he watched the helpless man being overrun by agony. The man soon died of blood loss, and the last thing he was unfortunate enough to witness, was the birth of a monster.

D's laughter soon died down and he turned to the diving suit who had destroyed the other soldiers. "You have much to learn brother." Said the suit as it looked towards the crazed man before it.

The suit lifted its arm and pointed at the one-sided glass. "It is their turn next, brother. They are the ones that put you through this hell."

D turned to face the mirrored glass. His breathing became heavier as rage consumed him.

He quickly turned to the door and ran towards it.

On the other side, Doctor Hallows was trembling. "Runaway Miss Fischer. You must warn the others about the monster I have created. If not for my opposition against discarding him, none of the soldiers would have had to go through what they did. My actions are what led up to this, and now is my time to end what I began. Please sound the alarm on your way out. Begin the lockdown, warn everyone. I'll make sure this bastard is dead."

Hallows smiled at Fischer who was now on the floor, tearing up as she realised Hallows was probably walking to his death. She knew one of them had to survive, for the sake of humanity, but she hated this outcome. But she ran anyways. Ran away from her colleague. Her friend.

The doctor stepped out of the observation room, just in time to come in between D and Fischer. "Your target is me, leave the woman out of this."

"Bold of you to assume I won't finish her off after I'm done with you." Said D out loud, confident of his chances against the old man who blocked his path.

"I should've chosen to discard you as well. My instincts told me to trust the future in your hands, but I guess they've dulled since my youth. I can't trust my gut anymore, and you proved that to me today."

Hallows moved his hand to his waistline and pulled out a revolver. He shot as quickly as he had drawn. The bullet cut through D's abdomen and into his lung. The shock of being shot preceded the pain which arrived as soon as D collapsed onto the floor face first, towards Hallows.

The doctor knew what would come next, D would try to use the power of A Bloody Composition. Seeing through the obvious outcome, the doctor shifted backwards, away from the bleeding man on the floor.

Hallows aimed and shot each of D's legs in the back of the knee and the calf muscle, making him unable to move if he somehow survived the shot to the chest. "This is where we part, Subject D-3491. I was mistaken to believe that you had anything special in you. Maybe it was just me projecting what I wanted to believe onto a worthless piece of meat. Maybe my desires brought about this incident. Or maybe this was all your fault. Who knows. I know I don't, but I do know one thing. That I must end your existence yet for some reason, I am unable to do so. I still want to believe that you have a sliver of goodness inside you, but I can't always dangle from that string of hope. So I'll make sure to send my best squad to end your disgusting existence."

And with that Hallows left the room, locking behind its thick doors, a helpless cowardly man gripping onto the last bit of his vile existence.