Chapter 1: A Bad Composition

Following the DNA test, which lasted for about an hour, D was escorted back to his cell and he took this chance to lie down and get lost in thought once again.

He had just been through a life-altering experience, all that he knew about the world felt…wrong. His whole life he had denied the existence of anything this out of the ordinary, anything so inhuman that one would have to let go of their humanity to ensure the survival of their race.

D also spent this time reflecting on his past. He wondered whether he had made the wrong choices, whether or not he could have led a normal life without the omnipresent fear of getting caught chasing him for five years.

A crooked smile plastered his face as he remembered the flood of emotions that had drenched him the first time he had ended a life. The fact that he had control over someone else's entire existence pushed him over the board. But the remnants of those emotions drifted away as he recollected the events from an hour ago. He had known, only for a brief moment, how helpless his victims had felt. How overwhelming it was to be in the presence of an evil entity who held control of your faith.

The smile slowly faded away as fear took over once again. "I mustn't think of that anymore," he thought to himself, unable to grasp how important the events of the recent past would be to his future.

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A week passed since the day of the experiment. D had managed to erase all thoughts related to the SCP until he was once again called out of his cell in a similar way to last time. He once again walked out of the small white room and faced a guard who politely asked him to turn around. Once handcuffed, D looked to his right but there were no signs of the African American.

The guard once again navigated D to his location, the testing site, only this time he turned to the right instead of the left. "were we headed for the other subjects testing site?" he thought to himself. "if yes then what happened to him?"

The question, though not asked out loud, would soon be answered.

As D crossed the room adjacent to his, he witnessed a flash of bright red out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head sideways instantly, hoping to confirm his beliefs. He was right, and he fell to the ground.

His body began to tremble once again at the horrible sight before him. He wanted to gouge his eyes out but he was too late to even close them, for the dreadful imagery had imprinted itself deep within D's mind.

The guard behind him giggled at the despicable site of the fallen man trembling on the floor.

"How disgusting!" D thought as he stared at the officer, anger pouring out of his orbits as his gaze intensified.

The officer locked eyes with D, who now saw the emotionless abyss within the man's eyes.

A foot prodded at D's abdomen for a few seconds and then knocked the air out of him as it retracted backwards and struck D hard in his plexus. D grabbed his chest in anguish, trying his best to find his breath.

"STAND UP SCUMBAG!" shouted the man behind D. "THAT'S AN ORDER!"

D, despite the pain, quickly got back on his feet as a reflex. He knew what would come next if he continued to disobey the man.

The man pushed D forward, away from what he had seen, away from the cruellest, most twisted representation of the human body he had ever seen.

As D was led to his destination the image of his fellow prisoner flashed before his eyes. He saw it at every corner, at every turn. The dismembered body, torn to pieces by none other than the victim. The lifeless torso laying still on the bed with the head sitting next to the limbs, staring with wide eyes deep into the mind of anyone unfortunate enough to witness it.

Just as he had been promised by is destiny, D's question had been answered. He now knew what had happened in the neighbouring cell. As a bonus to the regretful information, he had also witnessed the harsh, chaotic nature of everyone who worked here.

With boiling blood flowing through his veins, D followed the guard to the next room, knowing that he was about to witness what the giant who lived next to him had.

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"Subject D-3491 please put on the infrared goggles and enter the room before you."

D faced the metal door in front of him. As he had entered the first room he saw no glass window like the previous one, indicating that what he was about to experience was maybe too brutal to be watched in real-time. He did as instructed and as he turned the handle on the door he was facing, the lights around him flickered out of existence.

A chill ran down his spine as he entered the darkness waiting ahead of him. As he stepped into the black void he was greeted by the scientist's voice once again.

"Test subject D-3491 will now proceed to interact with SCP-012, A Bad Composition."

As soon as the lines were spoken, D heard the loud noise of a heavy object descending from the ceiling. The sound ceased, accompanied by a loud thump! A huge metal box stood a few inches away from D who could now feel a corrupted aura emanating from the cube.

A few seconds passed until minute-long hissing noises signalled the opening of the box, revealing its contents to D.

It was a piece of paper resting on a standard sheet music stand. D could identify musical notes painted onto the paper in a shabby manner, almost as if finished in a hurry by someone who was losing their sanity. D turned around to look at where he had entered from, unsurprised to find that a camera was placed in the top left corner of the room, observing everything. "maybe it isn't too brutal to be viewed." He thought o himself.

"The Subject is requested to make contact with the piece of sheet music before them." The request had a commanding undertone to it and D obliged without hesitation.

He touched the edges of the paper, slowly moving his fingers over it, feeling the ridges of the unevenly applied paint. He held the paper and brought it closer to his face, trying to read the notes despite having no musical knowledge.

D placed the sheet back on its over-glorified pedestal when his left shoulder began to feel uneasy. the uneasiness slowly turned into pain, but it was bearable. D had lost all sense of his body, all but those of his left shoulder.

The pain intensified at an alarmingly slow pace, but that was all D felt. Nothing but the slowly growing agony. The pain was now unbearable and D let out a cry of pain as he felt the bone leave its socket, cracking at the end in the process.

With his bones dislocated, the increase in pain accelerated. D felt the fibres of his muscle being pulled between his shoulder and arm. His bicep flattened as it slowly began to tear.

It wasn't long before his screams echoed all around him like a disrupted melody of noise. His shoulder cried out as it was ripped into two. His nerves roared as they sent multiple inputs to the rest of his nervous system. His arteries burst, resulting in a fountain of blood filling up the cavities his atrophied muscles had left behind. D felt the fluid swirling around it his shoulder as his arm continued to tear until finally, his skin gave way and an eruption of blood filled the room.

D's mind was now blank but he could feel the nerves in his right hand sending messages to his bran, hoping it would interpret what exactly was happening around him.

He fell to the ground, feeling no pain as his head bounced off the floor. Once his vision returned he looked at his left side. His arm…. was still intact?

Confusion overcame D as he recalled all the pain he had felt in the past minute. His arm seemed to be working just fine but he still felt excruciating pain in his joint.

He grabbed onto his shoulder, looking around to see if anyone had come to his aid.

Emptiness. Even the huge metal box with the music piece had disappeared.

He looked around once again, hoping to find something other than pitch black. Hoping to find the light at the end of this tunnel.

"Subject D has shown no visible signs similar to past experiments. They do seem to have experienced mental anguish and insanity for a few minutes though, but not to the degree of the other Subjects, especially Subject-3492."

At the mention of his African American neighbour, D regained complete consciousness.

The doctors around him hadn't noticed him and continued to speak amongst themselves.

"Sometimes I begin to feel bad for the Subjects," A ray of hope shone into D's being, but it was crushed with the sickening blow moments later. "but then I remember what these scumbags did in their past and all those feelings of sympathy just fade away."

"that's right," D thought. "I'm nothing but an expendable resource in their constant craze for knowledge.

Anger welled up within D as he looked straight at the medics. "I hope you feel what I felt moments ago. I hope you go through what you are making light of. I hope you rip yourself apart piece by piece as you contemplate all your shitty life decisions."

As the rage took over D, he lunged at one of the scientists who screamed in horror as the strong grip of D's hand crushed his shoulder.

D could feel it. The new-born power within him begging for more sacrifice. Craving more bloodshed. The man before him then stood still. His friend on the other hand rushed out of the door and shouted for a security guard.

It was the guard's unlucky day, for he was about to bear witness to something very disturbing.

All three people now in the room watched in fear and confusion as the fourth man lifelessly ripped his left arm out. He showed no signs of pain or anguish as he tore himself apart, limb after limb until only his head and torso tumbled onto the floor like an unfinished doll.

D began to feel uneasy and drifted off once again into the realm of the unconscious. He had discovered a new ability.

An ability brought about by the pain he wished would go away.

An ability that the madman within him was very pleased to acquire.