Chapter Text
SCP 6839
Name: Lance McClain
Age of containment: 8
Age of release: 19
Date of birth: July 28, 1999
Place of birth: Varadero, Cuba
Date of release: June 10, 2018
Place of release: Chicago
Ethnicity: Cuban
Background:
Lance McClain (SCP 6839) was born with the power to manipulate water and any variants of it. This includes acids, alcohols, blood, and chemicals. The SCP has discovered his abilities at the age of 4. We have secured and contained Lance after a panic attack at his elementary school. Children and a teacher have been reported to be injured by what they and a few witnesses described as ‘ice-hard lashes of water’.
The source of power is unknown. DNA tested has no inconsistencies.
Testing and pushing through the limitations of his powers have proven to be fruitful. A decade and a half of experimenting and testing shows great results, as Lance McClain have shown great improvement in manipulating water. Forming water from air humidity, converting water into ice and vice versa, and etc.
Sam Holt’s eyes scanned the documents for the umpteenth time, earning a groan from his son beside him. They were experts in the Garrison’s SCP division. the SCP division is responsible for locating and containing individuals, entities, locations, and objects that violate natural law (referred to as SCPs)
This SCP in particular has been with them for over a decade and a half. Sam was the one to ask the division manager to let the SCP leave the safety of his containment and reach out to the public. After a few weeks of psychological testing, final combat training, and various other tests; they deemed Lance suitable for public exposure.
“On one condition,” The division manager squinted her eyes, studying the lanky man in front of her. “You and your son are to keep a close eye on him. No one- and I repeat- no one is to know about his… capabilities. If one is to know, they are to be terminated. Understood?”
The doctor can remember how amber eyes bore into him, a silent threat hanging in the air. If somehow, Lance were to turn on the Garrison- turn on the public-, it’d be both the SCP and his head. He nodded before saluting to his superior.
This SCP was one of a kind. The closest one to what the media portrayed as what superheroes were. But there was no accident. He was completely human (at least they believed so). He was simply born with it. And that was the very reason why he was torn away from his family and why his childhood and a chunk of his life has been ripped away from him.
He can still remember the kid that was dragged in the facility, screaming for his mother.
“So,” Matt perked up, “Are you sure we’re ready to do this?”
Sam put the documents back into the folder, letting it slide against the metal table. “I’m the one who vouched for this in the first place.”