The Creation Of A Cure

Chapter Twenty Five- SCP 049-C

You stood inside the observation room and glare out the window a ghast at what you were witnessing as 049 words came to mind, 'she perverted my cure."
A reasercher vomited beside you as she flayed the D-Class alive.
"Pain is but a instrument to cleanse the mind of impurities." She said aloud. Her voice was calm, collected but completely dead. "Once cleansed the body is then opened to receiving the proper medical treatment." You wince as she inserts a razor blade into his ear. You look to Dr.Gears,
"This is barbaric. It needs to stop." You say. "This is not medicine, it is just insanity." Dr.Gears nods and then the D-Class stops screaming.
"I can hear it, it is so beautiful." He says in awe.
"What can he hear?" Dr.Gear asks Catherine. The smell of sweet mold creeps over you as you feel panic rising in your chest.
"Kill him." You reply.
"My pardon but my patience needs further treatment." Catherine said. "It would be rude of me to leave him as he is."
"Dr.Crow an explanation is in order." Dr.Gears says.
"I can't." You reply, "but he is being driven closer to Alagadda."
"Agents," Dr.Gears says "Stand by for termination."
"Why do you worry so." Catherine asked inserting a razor blade into his other ear. "My work on the cure is most advance, most ingenious." The smell becomes stronger as blood leaks onto the floor forming puddles around the table.
"This is perverse torture." You spit at her. "There is nothing mecial about this!" She sighs heavily and places her own medical bag atop the counter in her cell.
"You sound much like the good doctor." She replies. "Ignoring what is before your very eyes." You surpress the want to yell out good, and instead decide to pry.
"How dose this compare to 049 methods." You ask.
"Ha, the good doctor is archaic in his practices. The stubborn fool cannot see the quick results my treament produces."
"What results. What are you even hoping to achieve?" You ask.
"The cure of course." She replies.
"Do you mean the one he is searching for or the one 049 is trying to achieve?" You ask.
"Why the one the good doctor was charged with of course." Catherine says removing the mans eyes. "These are not need to see."
"What are you trying to cure?" Dr Gears asks.
"We are merely trying to reproduce what was lost when the black lord allowed the cup to fall. That is his task, I am merely assisting as a dutiful wife should." She said as the smell grew stronger. If you could have you would have punched her in the face for her words but instead you look to Dr.Gears. Dr.Gears nods and signals for the termination. A single gun shot rings out as the D-Class finally lays still.
"Dr.Crow I await your autopsy report." Dr.Gears says looking down at you. You notice Gears has lost weight, his well groomed black hair and kept appearance are hiding the dark circles of exhaustion and dull painfilled eyes. "Perpare SCP 049-C for transfer to interview room 7D."
"Dr.Gears when is your next break?" You ask.
"My lunch is in 2 hrs." Dr.Gears replies.
"Do you a moment to speak with me in private?" You ask. His assistant looks over his schedule,
"You are available from 12:30 to 12:45." Dr.Finn replies.
"See you then Dr.Crow." Dr.Gears answers before leaving. You watch and notice his limp is more pronounced as he leans even more heavily on his cane.

049 sat crossed legged on his cot, his hands were neatly folded in his lap. How long had it been? 049 wondered since he last saw his Raven, quiet sometime to be sure but alas he was never good with time.
"049, you have been seated like that for 2 days. Is something wrong?" Dr.Itkin said. 049 slowly turned his head,
"I am well doctor, I assure you. Might I ask why I am no longer able to see Raven?" 049 inquired.
"Was wondering when you would ask." Dr.Itkin replied.
"Oh?" 049 said surprised.
"Well it has been a month." Dr. Itkin replied. 049 turned his head back and took a deep breath, how had time escaped him so.
"I see." 049 muttered.
"To be honest 049 I don't know why your request have been denied." Dr.Itkin replies. 049 stood and placed his hands behind his back as he stood tall his shoulder square, allowing his full high to be on display. He had already received his patient for the day and had make all his required notes only to have no one to discuss his findings with. 049 had tried at first vainly to converse with the doctors and researchers, but like before they only looked at him with confusion. His pace was slow as he walked about, he could deny it no longer he missed her company. Though he mused it was becoming more was it not, more then simple lovers enjoying company. 049 gazed over at the stack of letters he had collected from her. Missives that were full of easy conversation, her dry sarcasm that often improved his mood and words of yearning. It was those words that often left him out of sorts. She wrote him everyday, 049 knew he did not.....infact when was the last time he wrote back to her? A feeling of deep disappointment washed over him as he came to a stop, placing a hand on her most recent letter. Her tendrils were active one more, and she seem to be quiet busy with her work. As always though she sent several notes she felt would aid him in his work. At least they had allowed him to give her gift of affection, flowers and the sort. Alas though for the first time since his youth he had begun to long for more then words, more then trinkets of affection. 049 wanted her touch; he desired to once more have her lay her head in his lap while he read aloud, he longed for the way she kissed his beak in affection when she was delighted, he yearned for the way she would burry her face in his chest breathing in his scent deeply and say how much she missed him that day. No one had done such things to him before, perhaps he was use to being feared and hated he did not know. 049 removed his hand and felt his body crawl as he denied a single truth to himself over and over until he became quiet fustrated. 049 rubbed his temples he needed a cold shower but even when he step inside and the water fell over him it did nothing. Finally alone with no eyes watching him he gave in and admitted to himself he wanted her again, that he wish to ravage her completely. Passion filled him in a wave of trembling heat as the cold water did little to help him. The water made his garments feel tighter, the leather whining as he moved restless. Closing his eyes made it only worse because he picture her flushed face, and full lips. The way she arched her back into his body, her long legs wrapped around his waist. Shaking his head 049 made the water as cold as it could possibly go. He growled angeryly to himself he had gone hundreds of years with out it, but with her a month felt like an eternity. He was shivering lightly but the heat only grew within him demanding he squelch it least it consume him. This was ridiculous, and yet utterly his reality. His hand curled into fist as he tried to control his breathing. The need for his kind to divulge in acts of utter carnal lust was strong but threw abstaining and burying himself deep into his work he had pushed it away and silenced the lingering affects it had on his mind. Of course he had, had his moments of weakness to be sure but it was nothing he could not over come. This was entirely different however why could he not steady this need to have her again, to mark her over and over. Regrettably he began to undo the clasps of his robes to allow the water direct contact with his feverish skin. He sighed with relief as the water finally began to slate the heat building in his body. 049 paused when he thought he had heard someone calling him.