The final locking bolt snapped.
The reinforced door gave way with a deafening metallic scream as Devin stepped through the warped frame.
Alarm lights bathed the corridor in pulsing red. Sirens echoed endlessly.
But he walked calmly.
Barefoot.
Silent.
Following the scent.
Behind him, containment teams from the SCP Foundation scrambled to mobilize, but no one had reached his sector yet.
Security blast doors attempted to seal ahead of him, Devin simply pushed them open with slow, steady pressure. Hinges bent. Mechanisms failed.
He wasn't angry.
He wasn't violent.
He was… curious.
Far down the corridor, SCP-6712 stood still in her chamber.
Her heart beat faster.
She could feel him now.. not just his mind, but his presence. Heavy. Wild... yet Controlled… barely.
She straightened, brushing her red hair behind her ear. The suppression cuffs hummed softly around her wrists and neck .
"…So you made it," she whispered.
The hallway outside trembled.
Footsteps approached.
Slow.
Heavy.
Then silence.
The reinforced glass door to her containment chamber creaked as a shadow fell across it.
Devin stepped into view.
His eyes.. glowing red.
His body, still partly bulkier than human, muscles defined, posture predatory yet calm. He tilted his head slightly, studying her.
And then he saw her clearly.
A beautiful red-haired woman, early twenties, pale skin illuminated by emergency lights.
She stood barefoot, calm despite the alarms, green eyes locked onto his.
For a long second, neither moved.
The scent was stronger now.. warm, sharp, almost electric. It filled Devin's senses.
"So.... You're the smell, Tickling my senses," he said quietly.
She smirked.
"And you're the storm I felt six months too late."
The glass between them vibrated as Devin placed his hand against it.
She didn't step back.
Instead, she walked closer until they stood inches apart, separated only by reinforced containment material.
Her telekinesis flickered unconsciously.. small screws lifted slightly from the wall before settling again.
"You don't seem like crazy animal," she said.
"Well... I'm Trying not to be," Devin replied.
Behind them, automated voice systems blared:
"WARNING. MULTIPLE CONTAINMENT BREACHES. MOBILE TASK FORCE EN ROUTE."
Devin glanced sideways briefly, then back at her.
"You stuck in here ?"
She raised her wrists, and tilted her head slightly, showing the suppression cuffs and neck brace . "Mostly... Yeah ."
He looked at them.
Then back at her face.
"…hm.... I can fix that."
Her smile widened slowly.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I was hoping you'd say that."
In the distance, heavy armored footsteps began echoing... MTF units moving in fast.
She looked at him more desperately now.. .
"Help me escape with you, I promise I won't hold you back.. ," she said quietly.
Her voice was steady… but her pulse betrayed her.
Devin didn't answer.
Instead, his hand gripped the reinforced glass panel.
The material groaned, fractures spiderwebbing outward. With one slow pull, he tore the entire door loose from its frame. Metal screamed, bolts snapping like twigs.
The chamber opened.
He stepped inside.
Her breath caught immediately.
She hadn't expected that... She thought it need more effort... .
She took a step back… then another.
In her mind, thoughts raced.
Okay… this is good… this is good… maybe too good.
Why is he not saying anything anymore?
Why is he just staring?
Why is he walking so slowly?
Devin moved forward, measured steps, eyes fixed on her. No aggression… but no hesitation either. His presence filled the room like pressure before a storm.
She kept backing up, palms brushing the wall behind her. Her telekinesis flickered unconsciously... a loose tray lifted slightly before dropping again.
This plan is working too well, she thought.
He's not just strong… he's… intense.
Another step back.
Her legs hit the edge of the bed.
She stumbled and fell onto it, propping herself up on her elbows, eyes wide now.
The alarms outside echoed through the open doorway, red lights flashing across her face.
Devin stopped right in front of her.
Close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her.. not like prey, not like a threat… more like he was trying to understand something unfamiliar.
Her breathing quickened.
"Uh… so…" she started, voice softer now, "you're definitely the quiet type."
He grind.. But didn't respond.
His gaze shifted briefly to the suppression cuffs on her wrists.
Then back to her eyes.
For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade... just the two of them in the flashing red light.
Then he spoke.. " I'll take you with me.. Just don't back stab me..
She nodded like a chicken pecking seeds..
Down the corridor, heavy armored footsteps grew louder.
Reinforcement teams were almost there.
Inside the chamber, the tension thickened.. not violent, but charged… like something irreversible was about to happen.
Devin leaned forward slowly.
She froze.
He lowered his head slightly, close enough that a strand of her red hair brushed his cheek.
He inhaled.. the scent stronger now, intoxicating, layered with adrenaline and something uniquely hers.
Her breath hitched.
"…You're really doing that, right now ?" she whispered.
Before anything else could happen
"CONTACT!"
The hallway exploded with movement.
Armored units from the SCP Foundation rushed into position, rifles raised, tactical lights flooding the chamber.
"Hands where we can see them!"
"Anomalies, do not move!"
Laser sights painted across Devin's back.
He didn't turn immediately.
The commander signaled.
"Activate suppression protocol."
A technician triggered Devin's collar remotely.
The device pulsed violently.. electrical arcs snapping across his neck.
Then…
Nothing.
The collar flickered.
Sparked.
And died.
"…Failure?" one soldier muttered.
Devin turned.
His red eyes locked onto them.
And he moved.
He lunged forward with explosive speed.
The first two MTF operatives barely reacted before he slammed into them. One hit the wall hard enough to dent the plating, another crashed to the floor with a sharp crack.
Not lethal but still brutal.
A third fired a stun round, Devin swatted it aside, grabbing the rifle and shoving the soldier backward. Armor clattered, bones audibly cracking. Others hesitated, trying to reposition.
Within seconds, the unit was down, groaning, bruised, some with broken arms or ribs.
Silence filled the corridor.
Devin stood in the middle of it, breathing steady.
He turned back toward her.
"…Come, let's go red head ," he said simply.
Her eyes widened, then she grinned.
"Finally, ."
She hopped off the bed, stepping over the fallen soldiers. Her telekinesis flickered as she yanked a dropped access card into her hand without touching it.
Sirens escalated.
"MULTIPLE HOSTILE ANOMALIES MOBILE."
She moved beside him. "You got a plan?"
Devin looked down the corridor, sniffed the air briefly.
"…well... We have to go Up."
She smirked. "Works for me."
Together, they ran into the hallway, alarms screaming, red lights flashing... and began their escape as more containment teams mobilized deeper in the facility.
Devin didn't slow down.
The moment they cleared the breach corridor, his body shifted mid-stride bones expanding, fur erupting in a violent surge of controlled transformation. Within seconds, he was fully in his werewolf form again, larger, denser, more stable than before.
But this time… there was no rage.
Only direction.
He scooped her up without warning.
She barely had time to react before she was on his back.
"Hey!" she started.
Devin was already moving.
The facility blurred around them.
Red emergency lights streaked across steel walls as he sprinted down the corridor at inhuman speed. Every step cracked concrete. Every impact shook mounted fixtures loose.
Behind them, alarms escalated again inside the structure of the SCP Foundation.
"Breach team cannot intercept.. he's too fast!"
"Seal bulkheads!"
"Deploy staggered containment doors!"
Doors slammed shut ahead of him
He went straight through them.
Steel folded like paper.
On his back, she reacted quickly.
Telekinesis flared outward in a tight field around herself... not attacking, just shielding. Debris, sparks, and falling fragments bent away from her body like water flowing around stone.
"Okay," she muttered, half breathless, half impressed, "this is… way faster than I expected."
Devin didn't answer.
He just ran.
In less than a minute, the structure changed.
The deep containment corridors gave way to an ascending access stairwell the first upward "escape layer" of the facility.
He slowed slightly as they reached it.
Not from fatigue.
From awareness.
They had crossed into a different level of security response.
She slid off his back carefully, landing lightly.
For a moment, they just stood there.
The sirens echoed distantly now instead of directly.
She looked up at him.
"…We just did that in like a minute, ," she said.
Devin's beast form held still.
Then.. slowly.. he smirked.
A low, quiet sound in his throat that could've been a laugh.
"You're light," he rumbled.
Her face flushed slightly. "Excuse me?"
Before she could respond further, his body shifted again.
Fur receded.
Muscle compacted.
Within seconds, he stood in human form... still tall, still powerful, but controlled. His red eyes remained faintly glowing, calmer now.
"Better like this," he said.
She blinked. "You can just switch back and forth like it's nothing?"
He glanced at his hand, flexing it once. "Feels… easier now."
A pause.
Then she crossed her arms, still a little flustered. "You know, most people don't get kidnapped by a giant murder-wolf and end up having a casual conversation in a stairwell."
Devin tilted his head slightly. "Is that what this is?"
"…Kind of, yeah."
That made him exhale through his nose.. amused again.
They started climbing.
Step by step.
The sirens grew louder above them.
She walked beside him now instead of behind, glancing at him occasionally.
"So," she said, "what do I call you? Besides 'giant murder-wolf who broke me out of prison.'"
He thought for a moment.
"…Devin."
She nodded. "I'm... "
"I know," he interrupted lightly. "I can still smell you."
She froze mid-step.
Then sighed. "Right. Of course you can."
A beat of silence.
Then Devin added, quieter, "You smell… different now."
She glanced at him. "Different how?"
He hesitated.
"…Less scared."
That made her go quiet for a moment.
Above them, the facility groaned as containment protocols escalated further.
But in that stairwell... between alarms and collapsing order... they kept climbing.