[The Lone Outsider] 16 – Confrontation and Breaking Point

Looking upon the many armed men before me, I was surprised to see that most of them stood before me, a literal incarnation of Death, without fear. Just what has the Foundation thrown these men at for them to not fear something like me?

As my gaze swept across the men and women, I looked deeper. Past their flesh and into their very souls. Looking for any sort of anomaly, I soon found it.

Each and every one of these men was infested with the Pestilence. A parasite that was leeching off their souls and embedded deep inside, festering within them. No wonder the Foundation thought the Doc was crazy, or...maybe the Parasite was somehow interfering? Could it be intelligent? Or, was it simply just a beast, one that feasted on souls instead of flesh and blood?

Focusing on my senses, I searched for my bond with my Omen of Death, soon finding him, feeling him. He was trapped, struggling inside of a cell as he was loaded onto a vehicle that was leaving the facility.

Quickly becoming angry, I stepped forward, my skull shifting and changing to show my anger, "You threaten me? After I helped you detain and calm the Doctor?"

"3539, cease hostilities!" Someone shouted something, but I ignored them, angered by the actions of the Foundation.

Stepping forward, I asked again, "This is how you repay me? Imprison my O̶̭͈̗̰͓̍͑̈͐m̴̛͍̗̪̐̔͝ͅe̶͇̣̞̭͌̀̀͠ň̶̮̤̦̬? You threaten me? I sought to help your so-called SCP Foundation! Secure, Contain, Protect? How so I wished those words to be true, but as it turns out, it seems none of you are to be trusted, not while whoever leads you all is still in control," As I continued walking forward, one of the Task Force captains stepped forward.

"3539, cease hostilities and peacefully return to your cell, or we will open fire!" The Task Force Captain ordered as if that would deter me.

As I continued stepping forward, I was interrupted by a bullet slamming into my shoulder, pushing me back.

Someone fired first, and the others quickly followed, whether it be in panic or protocol.

A hail of bullets slammed into me, pushing me back, towards my portal.

Annoyed, I became intangible, letting all of the bullets fly through my incorporeal form.

While the bullets flew through me, I spoke softly, words that while quiet compared to the sound of gunfire, still reached the ear of each man in the room.

"The deal has been broken. It's time I do things my way," When I became tangible, I was already upon the men, my Scythe disappearing from my hands as my arms swelled to become black tentacles that launched forward, piercing into the bodies of many of the Foundation's Task Force and Guards surrounding me, before I pulled out, dropping the men.

I may not have killed them, but I certainly disabled them. Many of these men had their bones fractured, broken, or in a few cases, completely torn out from their bodies, sending a great many of them unconscious from the pain alone.

When I touched them, for a few milliseconds I reached into each one of their souls, peering deep inside. For a few moments, I saw their entire lives. I saw their hopes and dreams, as well as their fears and nightmares. Everything that made them, them, was seen by my eyes.

At that moment, I judged all of them.

While I may not have killed any of them, those who deserved death would soon meet it, face to face, and if I was still around, they'd see me again as I tore their souls apart.

Shaking my head, I felt bullets impact my form as those whom I did not strike continued unloading their bullets into me.

That's when I heard some commotion and turned around to see one of the Captains holding some kind of old rifle that looked to be from World War 1 before he unloaded the magazine on me.

To my surprise, even after I turned incorporeal, the rounds struck me, drilling deep into my bones as they seemingly ignored the resistance I had. While I felt no pain, the holes from the bullets let out steam as the bullets seemed to heat up.

Reaching down, I did not hesitate to pull them out with my thin bony fingers. Watching in fascination as my bones sealed back up after I pulled the bullets out.

While I was distracted, the Foundation did not hold back, I felt something shift and change with the area around me, strangely forcing me back to the physical realm, where the men around me used all sorts of strange gadgets and weapons in an attempt to either kill me or capture me.

Having had enough and knowing that the Foundation likely brought all manner of toys to make sure they could contain me, I finally let go.

Ink-like blood began to seep out from my bones, dripping onto the floor as I launched myself around the room, dodging almost everything they threw and launched at me.

As I dodged a net that sparkled with an unknown energy, the Ink-like blood of my Outsider form seeped out completely, coating my bones in their color before condensing to reveal my Outsider form.

Eight appendages sprouted out from my back, as well as my horns before my crown appeared from nothingness and resting itself atop my head.

Not wasting a moment, the appendages on my back sunk into the floor, walls, and ceiling, allowing me to propel myself across the room faster than a bullet, making me seem like I disappeared and prepared next to one of the Guards, as my clawed hand grasped their throat and picked them up before throwing them at a Task Force Member who was raising their weapon to fire.

Using my extra limbs, I was able to move and maneuver, crawling across the walls, flying close to the floor and ceiling, and so much more.

It granted me such a strong advantage, that within a minute, all of the Foundation's Task Force members and Guards that surrounded me, now lay unconscious and in pain.

Satisfied, I walked around, depositing whatever interested me into my home for later study and examination, briefly examining the room for any stray souls, not finding any, meaning that they all, despite their injuries, were still very much alive.

Reaching out through my bond, I honed on the location of my Weeping Angel and pulled.

With the sound of breaking glass, the very air around me cracked and broke like glass, leaving jagged 'scars' in the Dimension around me. Reaching out into the jagged cracks in reality, I stepped through, appearing with the sound of shattering glass next to my Omen of death who was bound by steel chains to the shipping container being carried by a truck, surrounded by Guards both inside and out.

In a flash of movement and before the Guards could react, my appendages struck, wrapping themselves around the Guard's necks and thrusting them up into the air and the Truck's ceiling, knocking most of them out, and a second try knocked the rest.

Looking over to my Omen, I felt through our bond his emotions.

He felt a variety of emotions, fear, horror, apprehension, anger, betrayal, and so much more.

I sent over an apology through our link and the man sent over a demand through our bond.

He did not want anyone in the Foundation to die.

"I will only kill those who are deserving. You do not need to fear that I may harm your former peers, for they all shall embrace Death eventually," I answered cryptically.

"Now, how about we get out of here?" I asked, opening up a total to my Dimension inside next to us, and beckoned him to come, as he rose from the ground, snapping the chains.