CHAPTER 5: POV: ¿Chosen?: Pt.3

[ "It's time." she whispers again. 682 nods and raises it's head. It roars. You cover your ears, it hurts so much. 053 doesn't cover her ears. You look at her, concerned. "Y-your e-ears!" You scream, unable to even hear yourself talking. What is happening?... ] -------------------------------------------- [ 053's POV] I try to stay calm. It's not easy sitting next to a D-Class, which will probably betray you and tell everyone the secret your about to tell them. "So," I start, not sure where to begin. You look at me, slightly interested. "Agh, I can't even think right now, I'll just tell you later." I decide, and you nod. "Why did it scream?" you ask, referring to 682. "I'll tell you later." I repeat. You nod again. "Okay, fine." you proceed to look around, you haven't even noticed that you were now... Outside?... There was no grass... No,.. Life. You stare at the sand beneath your feet, a bit worried. "Is this.. A desert?.." You ask anxiously. I nod. "Mhm, the Foundation was built in the middle of a desert so if an SCP escaped, they would have a low chance of reaching civilization, and be easier to spot." I lean back. "You should enjoy the ride, you'll never have a chance like this again." I look right up at you, but my eyes didn't meet yours. "Why do you never make eye contact with me?" You ask curiously. "Maybe you want another heart attack, hm?" You shake your head no. I laugh, "Good we don't need an injured person to slow us down." I sit back up again and crawl towards 682's head. "Where are we?" I ask. 682 ignores me. "Fine, be a poopy head." Your eyes widen in surprise. This is the first time I said something childish since they met. "Poopy head." You echo, and I crawl back, sitting next to you. "I'm worried." I whisper. "Why?.." you ask, starting to worry yourself. "This Breach wasn't exactly planned, and we don't have any food or water-, for you of course. And besides, even if they catch me, they'll find a way to kill me in no time. Then everything will be chaos, believe me." I continue talking, but your barely listening. Your eyes are fixed on several objects in the sky. "Oh- U-Um.." you stutter, and I follow your gaze up into the sky. "Shoot, I knew it." I mutter and crawl back to 682. "Go faster." I order. 682 still ignores me. "This isn't the time to be stubborn..!" I look back anxiously. 682 growls and starts to sprint. "Finally!" I groan and crawl back to you. Me and you watch the sky. The objects are growing in numbers. "What are those?" You squint your eyes. "Helicopters, specially designed for destroying SCP's." I say rushed. 'Helicopters.. That sounds familiar.." you think, but you can't remember what it is."Can't remember, eh?" I laugh, and I nod. "They used a drug on you when you first came in, to make you forget your past life, I don't know why they do that, though." The helicopters grew closer. 682 ran faster. You can feel the wind passing through your hair. "They're coming, Like I said, it wasn't planned." I sigh and lay back. The helicopters arrive above you. Your shaking physically as a tiny hole opens up at the bottom of the helicopter...