The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Two -The Foundation

You were awake hunched over a metal table your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs to the steel chair you are currently sitting on. You lay there remembering what happened to bring you here. You jump when two hands slam down on the metal table.
     "Your awake." A male voice stated.
     "Now I am yes." You reply yawning. Looking around the room you see it is a blinding white colour. A single man wearing doctor attire sits before you. Four guards standing behind him.
    "Dr Raven Crow. Born October 13 Age 25. Parent deceased. Only child. Placed in foster care until the age of 12 when adopted my May and John Crow. A child prodigy, completed high school by 13 entered and completed university by 15 achieving a double major in chemical engineering and biology. Recuirted by the military with an offer to pay for all cost of medical school. Graduated top of your class by age 19. Entered the military and completed basic training with high recommendation. Entered into a special division of biological warfare counter measures. Honorably discharged at 23 so you could peruse your research within the private sector. Leading expert in medicine, biomedical science and bioengineering. Currently taking on line courses to receive a degree in medieval history. You are quiet busy." The man said tossing a file across the table.
      "Your forgot my favorite colour is purple." You say smirking.
      "You assaulted two agents and assisted a Euclid Level SCP in his attempt at escape." The man said curtly.
      "I am aware of what I did and I will face justice for it i am sure." You reply "if it is a confession you wish then I fully admit to my wrong doing." The man seems taken aback by your words. Clearing his throat he shifts in his chair,
      "Yes well...ummm. Why did you do it." He says. You smile softly remembering his eyes.
      "I dislike human experimentionation, you sick fuck" You reply your voice dark. He pauses before chuckling,
     "I assure you 049 is not man made."
     "Where am I." You ask.
     "You have not be cleared to know that currently." He replies waving his hand. "Tell me how do you feel currently."
      "Drowsy with a slight headache from the tranquilizer...my shoulders and wrists are experiencing fatigue and muscle spasms due to the awkward potion my body has been put it in." You say shrugging your shoulders the best you can. "So what do want with me."
      "During your interactions with 049 he seems to have touch you." The man says opening anothe file folder.
      "Yes." You reply.
      "Did you experience anything unusual at that time." He asks
      "No." You reply annoyed
      "You were alone for quiet some time with 049. Would you tell me what happened it that time." He asks smiling. You relay the events of the night and what was said between the two of you. Leaving out certain phrases for your benefit. "Did you know sense his return he has been asking to see you. Infact he seems quiet concerned for you." The man said off handily. You remain silent, your gut turning in sadness. Had his life been so horrible that a single act of kindness moved him that much.
    "What do you want!" You yell clearly done.
     "You seem to have a unique ability concerning SCP 049. We would like to explore that ability." The man says. A single tear falls down your face,
     "I take it I will never leave this facility again." You say softly.
      "More then likely but we do encourage hope it indeed helps the spirit." The man said. "Please take her to her cell."

   The last few days blurred together as you had no clock nor a window to look outside. They ran you threw a never ending battery of medical tests and psychological testing. You sat in the corner your head bowed. You had switched between crying and holding yourself together. Your mind itched to read something, your hands ached to practiced medicine again. Foot steps echoed down the hall, pausing in front of your door.
     "Dr Crow would you mind standing in the middle of the room keeping your hands visible." The guard asks.
      "I doubt I have a choice in the matter." You scoff as you obey the command. They proceed to tap you down before cuffing your hands. You walk down a series of halls until you find yourself down an unfimilar corridor. Horrible piercing screams periodically echoing off the walls. Neither guard seems distraught or bothered over it as a sense of something very wrong sets in. Your eyes widen in amazement as a man in a swim suit and lab coat stands before you. He is dripping wet as a large lovercraft style necklace hangs about his neck.
    "Dr Crow, how are you this morning." The man says cheerfully.
    "Exhausted. Yourself?" You ask amused.
    "Wet and excited. Seems you will reunited with 049 today. Though I rather expect he will be wet and excited too upon seeing you again. I dare say it has been a good 15 years since a women last graced his cell." The man chirped happily.
     "So what am I supposed to do excatly?" You ask wary
     "Today just talk, maybe get acquainted. Touch people, maybe each other I am not one to judge what you do. Hell I have done worse last week." He says.
     "Who are you." You ask.
     "Dr. Bright." He says sliding in a key card. "Don't worry will get to know one another better everyday that you manage to survive here." A large pressure door opens as your cuffs are released and you're pushed inside. You stumble into a room that smells of stale air and blood.
     "Doctor?" 049 voice calls out. A light comes on, revealing 049 chained to a wall. A collar sits about his neck with large metal rods keeping him in place. He is on his knees arms cuffed behind his back. Your eyes widen when you see blood on the walls around him.
     "What the hell did they do to you." You stammer.
     "Ah this. Well they do not take kindly to escape." He replies a dry laugh passing his lips. "I see regrettably you have become a prisoner here as well."
    "I have." You reply walking toward him. You kneel and look for a release button.
   "The key is on the table." Dr Brights voice crackles on an intercom. Walking over to the table you give the camera the middle finger and grab the key. It takes a moment but you manage to free him.
   "Are you alright." You say softly helping him stand.
   "Yes." 049 replied. "Come we have work to do."
   "Work?" You ask.
   "Yes...perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I am just eager to work again." He said happily.
   "On your cure." You reply.
   "On the cure." He corrects. "The cure to end all cures."
    "So then we are talking of the creation of perfection?" You reply.
    "Perfection is fleeting." He replies. "The cure is all encompassing it is eternal." You pinch the bridge of your nose as you close your eyes.
   "Doctor?" He asked in concern.
   "So tired." You whisper.
   "Inconvenient emotion. It will die in time." He says waving his hand.
   "I rather enjoy dreaming." You reply looking at him. "Even my nightmares give me a sense of reality a sense of purpose."
    "Interesting thought process." 049 mused. "Yes you may well be one of my kind."
   "Are you not human?" You ask.
   "I was birthed from humanity the body is human but I am not your understanding of human." He replied. You begin to laugh a deep sort of laughter one gives in confusion and exhaustion. You feel leather touch your face, a gentle warm caress to your cold skin. "The task ahead of us is great perhaps you should rest as you seem quiet human at the time." He says his voice comforting. "I am very eager to have a colleague again. It would disappoint me if you became unwell."
     "You have had them in the past?" You ask strangely calming down.
    "Once." He laments "We were many."
    "This cure you're looking for must be something if you have endured so much." You say looking into his steel grey eyes.
    "I have endured because I am the cure and the world has suffered enough in the throws of the pestilence." He says his hand cupping your cheek. You feel a tear falling, your mind is reeling. What the hell is going on here. You feel a leather covered thumb brush away your tear.
   "How can I hope to help you. I barely understand what is happening." You reply. He gives a chuckle,
    "Your knowledge is most extensive and extraordinary. You corrected my skilled hands during a route operation. In time I am confident you may learn as I have to feel the pestilence." His voice was soft with hope and loneliness.
   "Dr. Crow, SPC 049 please go to the back of the cell." Dr. Bright voice crackles. Both of you walk to the back of cell and wait. Two guards enter with a man in between who looks extremely nervous. 
   "D-9825 please sit down on the metal chair." Dr. Brights voice said. You cross your arms and watch as he sits down.
    "Glorious a new subject." 049 said.
    "So he is infected. With this pestilence." You ask as D-9825 shifts in his seat.
    "Yes." 049 said his eyes narrowing at the guards impatiently.
     "Dr.Crow would you please approach D-9825, 049 remain at the back of the room." Bright called out. You walk toward the man in the orange jump suit and stand beside him.
   "Touch him." Bright instructs. You poke him on the shoulder. "On his Bare skin please." Bright corrects. You comply and poke his check. "Try using your full hand." Bright asks. Rolling your eyes you grab his face, in response he bites you.
    "Fuck." You yell shaking your hand in pain. "Asshole." You spit.
    "049 against the wall!" The guards order bring up their guns. You can see he has crossed half the room in the time everyone was distracted. "O49 this is your last warning." They yell. You run paniced in front of him holding your arms out.
    "Please." You say over your shoulder. He seems to hear your plea and takes a step backward.
    "Everyone please return to your original positions." Brights voice commands. Once against the wall again with 049, he takes your hand.
    "You are bleeding." He says more to himself then you. "I wish to treat her." He calls out.
    "Proceed." Dr Bright replies. Removing his bag once more 049 kneels down before removing his tools. You slide down the wall inches from him still holding out your hand.
   "Interesting." 049 says looking over your hand. "You seem to have an infection of some kind."
  "Gaurds stand by for order to terminate." Bright says coldly. 049 takes your hand in his as he cleanses the wound and rubbing in a green salve. He then carefully wraps it in gaze.
    "Thank you." You say smiling to him. He was so gentle it seemed odd considering how he dressed.
     "That is not necessary, I am a doctor. Still....it has been a considerable amount of time since I was thanked for my work."  049 said his eyes sparkled for a second, "You are welcome."
    "Alright 049 when your finished hitting on Dr.Crow D-9825 awaits you special healing touch." Dr Bright said.
    "I was not hitting her." 049 objected standing. You watch as he walks toward D-9825 who stands quickly trying to get away from him. The gaurds exit the room leaving the man to claw at the door.
   "Get away from me you freak." He screams. Pressing his body into the wall,
   "The pestilence has consumed you. Though you do not deserve it I shall cure you." 049 said reaching out his hand. It only took a moment but the man fell his body unmoving. "Come doctor our works begins." 049 said holding out his hand for you to take it. You knew D-9825 was dead, you had seen enough death in your life to just know. You took his hand and walked toward him in a daze. You look down at the body,
    "Why?" You ask him.
    "He was infected. I granted him the mercy of the cure. Even though men like him do not deserve it" He says
     "You killed him?" You say your eyes still on the body.
      "I cured him. Though alas death is what must first take place to rid one of the pestilence I take no pleasure in it's use." He says somberly. Letting go of your hand he retrieves his bag handing it to you. Lifting the body with surprising strength he puts it on to the table.
     "What are you doing now." You say quietly.
      "Giving him a life free from the pestilence." He replies talk his bag from your hands. Your eyes fall away to the floor, your mind some how is both rejecting and accepting his explanation. As a doctor though you made a promise to preserve life, and the thought of death being the only answer to cure was fundamentally wrong. Your head snaps up as you hear the crunch of breaking ribs. You step forward and lean over his shoulder to watch him. He pulls out the bones and set them aside. Curiosity bites at you, what was this cure how would he beat death. Horrified you watch him butcher the body injecting several unknown brightly colour fluids into the body. Sewing up the last incision he cleans up his area and steps back. You gasp covering your mouth as the body twitches. After while it shambles up and stands. You shake your head denying what you were seeing.
    "God what the hell did you do." You ask softly trembling.
    "As you can see my cure is most effective. Yet I seem to be at an impasse and have regretful been unable to advance it further." O49 says frustrated. The speaker crackles to life again.
     "Dr.Crow would you please touch the Zombie." Dr Bright orders.
      "Fuck No." You spit loudly.
      "That was not a request Raven." Dr Bright says in a sing song voice.
      "He is most harmless I assure you." 049 eays in an attempt to comfort you. Tightly squeezing your fist you steel your nerves and step toward it. It moans in a raspy voice as you go closer.
     "Nope." You say and step back. 049 gives a chuckle, and shakes his head.
      "You can do it yourself or we can for you." Dr. Bright calls out.
       "Just give me a moment!" You yell. Taking a deep breath you walk back toward it and reach out touch his arm.
       "On the skin." Dr Bright corrects again. You shiver before reaching out and touching his neck. The Zombie falls to the floor and begins convulsing.
      "Most interesting." 049 says quickly descending on the body. The moans turn into screams, human screams before the body melts away in a puddle of ooze. You breath deeply and look at your own hands.
     "What did you do to me." You scream falling on your knees.
     "Dr.Crow please calm down." Dr Bright says. The smell of lavender fills the room but it only makes your stomach turn as you vomit.
    "Can you cut out the lavender perfume please!" You yell as your head begins to throb. The smell thankfully begins to fade, as you inhale a shakey breath. 
   "You most certainly are of my kind I have no doubt of that now." 049 said taking samples.
    "Please stop." You say your voice  breaking. "Just stop."
    "You seem to be distressed Doctor." 049 says looking at you now. "What seems to be troubling you."  You laugh tears falling, you try to answer but only laughter comes out. 049 stands and walks toward you his imposing figure looming over you. To your utter surprise he helps you stand and holds you against his chest. He smells of spices and medical supplies, oddly it comforts you. "In time it will leave you. I shall comfort you until then." He says. You nodded lacking an ability to do anything more.