We moved on the next day. I smiled as I stepped outside, it was Christmas. Everyone wished me a merry Christmas as we stepped out of the hotel and walked towards the train station. We got there early in the morning as the first train rolled in. We sat in the train waiting for it to depart when I heard a door open and someone came into the car, but not into our compartment, I pulled down the screen that covered the door and sat back down. Footsteps walked past and on into another compartment. The train went on until eventually it was at its first, I yawned and listened as the person from earlier stepped out of their compartment and walked towards the exit.
What I didn't expect was the door opening and a gun pointed straight at my head. A man in black SWAT-like gear and a mask stood pointing a handgun at me. Another man, of Hispanic descent, wearing similar gear, but without a mask stepped up beside him, "I wouldn't make a noise if I were you." I didn't and I looked around at the others, they were all silent and watched the door, when suddenly I realized something. Bright was missing, no sooner had I realized that when Bright crashed into the Hispanic man and knocked him onto the ground. The masked man swiftly pulled Bright off his compatriot and knocked him in the head with the butt of his pistol. Bright yelped and grabbed his head. The Hispanic man stood and said to us, "get off the train."
After they stole a large blue van and put us in the back they drove us to an old building near a large number of warehouses. They pulled into the building and pulled us out. They walked us up some stairs and onto a catwalk above some old machinery that was rusted and broken. Then someone else walked across from the other end of the catwalk. A man walked up to them and the man with the mask turned on a flashlight. The light illuminated the man who was revealed to be someone Ben suddenly recognized, "Mr. Westley?"
The old man smiled, "I'm surprised you remember me."
"What's going on hear?"
"Bright," 2662 said. "Look."
2662 pointed to Westley and the white lab coat he wore. "It's been a while since I've been so close to one," Westley said. Bright shuddered, "you work for the Foundation don't you?"
"I used to."
Westley motioned for us to follow him and the two men pushed us forward. At the end of the catwalk was a dead end where it had long ago fallen, and below that was a vat filled with some sort of clear liquid. Westley looked over the edge and said, "hydrochloric acid. Very effective, soon I can finally end it." Westley kicked a box sitting next to him and smiled. "Funny that 1762 survived. Well, I digress, after I'm done with all of you I'm gonna go torch that stupid mansion."
I started, "What does that mansion have to do with anything?"
"You don't know," Westley asked. "It's an SCP. Your friends aren't even from this world, in this world there are no more SCPs or the Foundation."
Bright gasped, "what?"
"You really didn't know? Huh, well, no matter. I think the boy should go first."
The Hispanic man stepped forward, "can I do it myself?"
Westley shrugged, "it makes no difference to me Alonzo."
Alonzo smiled, looked down at me, and winked. I shuddered. He stepped forward with his hand on my shoulder, the others tried to stop him, but the masked man pointed his gun toward them. Alonzo stepped up to the edge next to Westley with his hand on my shoulder. He turned to Westley, "there are no more SCPs other than these?" Westley shook his head, "these are the last ones." Alonzo nodded, "good." Then he let go of my shoulder and pushed. I fell. Time went in slow motion as I took in what just happened. Then it was over as I hit the catwalk. Alonzo had pushed me the wrong way. Westley turned just as Alonzo pushed him over the edge and into the vat. He screamed as he fell down and into the vat. There was a splash and the screams became gargled cries of pain as the struggled to float in the acid. Alonzo ran at the masked man, who had heard Westley and began to turn, when suddenly Daniel reared and punched him in the face. The mans gun hit the ground and his mask came off and hit the ground with several cactus spines embedded in it.
The man spun and hit Daniel in the gut, then turned towards me and Alonzo. I bit my tongue holding back my scream. The man wore a mask for a reason, his face had been horrifically burned. He breathed loudly and raspingly as he stared at us. Then he went for his gun, Alonzo drew his gun just as the man hit the ground and grabbed his. He raised it and screamed. It was a horrific noise that came from his burnt and ruined vocal cords. Aé had simply touched his back, giving him an acidic burn, on what I could only assume was skin just as burned as his face. Alonzo grabbed him and pulled him back and over the edge of the catwalk, down into the vat.