When the secret isn’t a secret anymore,Contd.

Chapter 3

The summer holidays swept by like a rocket. Every day of the holidays, Robert and Alexa played pirates by building forts out of wood and trying to invade the other’s fort. They wandered far and wide, looking for hiding spots in hide and seek. Robert realised that the countryside might just be better than the grimy, towering buildings of the hustling and bustling city. Unlike the city, the countryside was peaceful, quiet and green with lots of things to do. There were splotches of colour in between the trees consisting of Azalea, buttercups, daffodils and lilacs. The warm breeze made the cherry blossom trees dance while the birds chirped a soft melody. These were wonders that Robert had never experienced before.

At twilight, he and Alexa creep out to destroy the other’s fort for the next day. Once in a while, they would climb up the cherry blossom tree and sit up there, glaring at the moon. The nightingales sang, making them sleepy. Once, Robert fell off the tree and they had a good laugh about it.  There would be shooting stars all the time, filling the sky with streaks of light. There would occasionally be an owl with a shrew in its claws and it would drop it off near the start of the forest.

The only thing that worried Robert was someone finding out about Alexa. Or at least capturing her to put back into her 5ftx5ftx5ft steel containment unit with a sign on the door that read: ‘SCP-3008-2-A. OBJECT CLASS : EUCLID. HUMANOID’. During the day, they played inside so that no one could see them. Or sometimes, they would play late in the afternoon with their forts. They would often pick apples and cherries from the garden and grapes from the vineyard. The vines and thorns would often serve as good shelter from the rain on rainy days.

At night, Alexa’s skin turned a darker colour making her speed and weave in between the vineyard with incredible stealth.

Then came that fateful day. Robert heard gunshots. Pop! BANG! PEW! THUD! BOOM!

Alexa layed on the floor, peppered in gunshots. They started slowly healing, way faster than any human wounds but still quite slowly. Robert then saw a figure dressed in black, P90 in his right hand. As it came closer, he could barely distinguish the SCP foundation logo on his bulletproof vest. Under it read: ‘Secure. Contain. Protect.’ Alexa looked at Robert, her eyes now a dark colour, nearly black. Robert looked at her, with a sorrowful look. The SCP foundation Guard came over, Inspected Alexa, and made his way back to his armoured SWAT vehicle through the forest. 

Alexa managed to stand up. Robert hissed her to come with him. They sprinted into the garage and stayed there until Robert told her that the guard wasn’t there anymore and that the area was clear. Robert realised that he and Alexa had been out for so long each day that the SCP foundation set up cameras on the trees. Since the guard peppered Alexa in shots, they took the cameras down as they thought that she would not go anywhere. They were wrong. Very wrong. After all that, Mrs A, Mr A. and Robert finally decided to keep Alexa, but only under certain rules which included her not being able to play in the open at day. They decided to renovate the air raid shelter into a luxury bunker so that Alexa would not get bored. They also put a TV so that she could stay entertained. Nothing fancy, only a General Electric Television+.