Dreaming of a Killer

The Realization

"I'm telling you, Luna, you need to finish reading the binder soon," Jen said as they walked down the street from college. They had had a long day full of boring classes and she was ready to get home and jump into bed. "I have a ton more of them for you to read on the SCPs."

"Why do you want me to read these binders so bad?" Luna asked, "SCPs are from that horror game, right? The one with the weird thing that kills you if you blink?" Jen nodded her head and started going on and on about the details that people put into the SCP website and how there are thousands of them being made every day.

"So how far are you?"

"Umm...I think I'm at one called 'Cain'." Luna replied, thinking back to the last entry she had read the night before. "He seemed pretty cool. I like the way he was described, but it's kinda sad that he can't be around any plant life."

"Oh~ Cain~ He's one of my favorites as well! Of course it's a shame they made his brother so....violent."

That had caught her attention. The creator's of SCPs gave this one a brother? Wondering what his number was, she asked her friend for the details.

"Oh yeah, he's called SCP-076, also known as Able," Jen said as they came to their apartment building. "Many believe they are the siblings Able and Cain from the Bible. You know, the one where the brother killed his sibling out of jealousy. Well, in the binder, 076 is trapped in a stone coffin thing and every time he is released, he goes on a violent war path. He kills anything he can see and only seems to respect those strong enough to best him."

"Huh..." The name Able struck something in her. It was familiar yet she had never met anyone with that name before. Saying good bye to her friend, Luna goes straight for her bed and sinks into the soft sheets and mattress. Her mind went back to the SCP binder, but her body was just too tired and her eyes slowly closed on their own.

She was back in the field of flowers but things were vastly different. Instead of the blue sky and moon there was blood red clouds covering a black moon. The field seemed to be soaked with the deeper shade of red that cane only come from a person's life fluid. Her eyes went wide as she looked around for the man that was there the night before.

He was not in the spot she last saw him, but instead there was a crazed person running at her with a sword held high above their head. Screaming, Luna dunked down to her knees and held her head in fright, waiting for the strike that would take her life. Only it never came.

Something warm splashed over her and soaked into her clothes. The voice from the night before slowly filtered into her fear stricken mind as she looked up. The man from before stood before her, his arm swung out sideways with a jagged knife held in his hand. The obsidian blade dripped red as something fell to the ground and rolled away.

Shaken, Luna brought her hands down and couldn't help but stare in horror at the red blood that stained them. Her mind shut down as a scream left her throat, scrubbing her hands on the grass, trying to get the blood off as fast as she could. Her efforts were in vain, however, as the grass as also soaked and just rubbed more onto her soon dyed skin.

Strong tanned hands grabbed her own and held them still. Inky black hair rained down around her and created a curtain that hid away the gory scene around her. A smooth voice whispered into her ear in the same language she didn't know but could still understand. Soon, the voice lulled her into a deep sleep.

Jumping up, Luna shot out of her bed and scrambled away, her back hitting her bookshelf. It rocked back and forth, knocking something down onto her lap. It was the binder Jen had wanted to read through.

With her nerves calming down, she glanced down at the page that it had open on.

SCP-076 "Able"

There, staring up at her, was an artist's rendering of what this Able would look like from the description given on the page. Black inky long hair, blood-red tribal tattoos, and grey eyes staring into one's soul. It was him. Maybe not exactly as he was in her dream, but it was a close enough rendering that Luna couldn't help but be speechless. The man from her dreams the past two nights was an SCP from Jen's binder.

And she had dreamed about him before she had even read his page.