Change Of View (049xReader)

Chapter 18

049 fell to his knees immediately scouting for your wound.

"I knew the first thing she would do once she found that key card, was come for you.", Dr. Sherman said, gun trained at 049. He circled the Scp that was busy with taking care of your heaving form on the ground. "I really wanted to test my theory. I am happy to say that everything went as planned."

"I sense the disease in you.", 049 said.

"Ha, that old nonsense again? Is that everything you have to say upon seeing a familiar face?", Dr. Sherman snorted. 049 slowly rose from his spot on the floor and approached him, leading him away from your body.

"Gets kind of repetitive don't you think?", he mused. The plague doctor came closer. And closer.

"Stop right there.", he growled, cocking his gun. 049 stopped immediately.

Right as you flung yourself at the scientist from behind, wrestling for the gun. Just as 049 was about to step in, Dr. Sherman managed to knock the starlights out of you with the bottom of the weapon. He put one arm around your neck and the gun against your head.

"Don't think I have forgotten about you...", he growled. "You two put in quite a good show, but you have forgotten that I am quite familiar with the uniform you are wearing given the circumstances that I'm wearing one myself."

You squirmed heavily in the man's arms. Being taken hostage was definitely not part of the plan. "And those relieved glances from the Scp have given away way too much of the surprise element.", Dr Sherman continued tutting. "I'm sorry, I expected more from you."

The pressure around your throat tightened. And tigthened and tightened and tightened. You scratched at his arm desperately, trying to get air. 

"St-stop it."

Dr. Sherman bellowed at the sight of the Scp. 049 took a step towards you as another wheeze left your lips. The ache you felt was nothing compared to the pained expression he wore as he had to watch you choke in front of him. You had never felt that useless before.

The gun against your head returned.
"Yes. That's what I want to hear..." The muzzle of it stroke your head almost affectionately. The arm around your throat loosened, quickly being replaced by the cold steel of the gun. You took in greedy gulps of air, taking in all the oxygen you could.

"Take of the jacket."

The words didn't reach your ears. You were too focused on your own breathing.

"Take off the bullet proof vest. We don't want another mistake happening."

Dr Sherman released you, gun trained at your head in case you wanted to try something. "Come on.", he growled, and you started to undress swiftly. Taking off the lab coat and involuntary the heavy vest, leaving you in only your flimsy uniform. It didn't feel good as the weight lifted from your shoulders. It left you vulnerable. Your captivator kicked the vest behind him out of your reach. Then you were back in the embrace of death.

"And now, step back into the containment chamber.", the scientist ordered to 049.

He hesitated only for a second and complied.

"Don't...", you sputtered out.

"I see now the appeal of letting you live. Dr. Waltmount was right. Having you comply to our every desire is far too good to be killed off."

"Don't! Leave now that you have the chance!", you cried out, squirming in the scientists grip. He yanked your head back roughly by grabbing a fistful of hair. You yelped in pain.

049 turned to you. "Do not oppose him." He gave you an imploring look. "Please..."

You teared up. "No! I can't let you loose your only chance of escaping this nightmare!"