11/29/14 - SCP073, “Cain”

SCP-073 appears to be a heavily-tanned male of Arabic or Middle Eastern descent in his early thirties, 185 cm (6'1") tall and 75 kg (165 lbs), with black hair and blue eyes. Arms, legs, spinal cord, and shoulder blades of the subject appear to have been replaced with artificial versions of unknown make and metal.

SCP-073’s presence is inimical to any and all life grown in soil, causing death to any such life within a twenty (20) meter radius. Any land SCP-073 has walked on becomes barren within two (2) weeks and is then permanently unable to support life. Anything that is derived from soil-grown life, such as wood and paper, immediately rots and disintegrates upon touch of SCP-073. Further affected derivatives include anything hydroponically grown.

Violence directed towards SCP-073 reflects any damage inflicted on SCP-073 directly back onto the attacker, although SCP-073 visibly remains unharmed. This applies to any damage directed at SCP-073. Attempts to get tissue and blood samples have proven futile: when the procedure was initiated, personnel carrying out the action felt the sensation of whatever was applied to SCP-073, and wound up with a sample of their own blood or tissue, despite the fact that “all actions were directed solely at SCP-073”. Indirect damage through a medium also results in the person perpetrating the action receiving the wounds caused. Although SCP-073 receives no actual harm from damage to its person, it has stated that it still feels the pain of the action, and has politely asked researchers to abstain from overly harmful actions to its person.

Brotherly Love.

Able actually accepted it. He actually accepted the request for him to meet in person with Cain. It was a horrible idea, but Able knew he could get away in time. Or he hoped he could. If it was an ambush, he could easily dispatch The Foundation’s agents, but Cain. He couldn’t kill Cain. Everything Able would do, would just hurt him.Then if Cain had even held onto Able for too long, he would die. Which would be just great, because he’d be back in The Foundation’s custody. Which means more tests and bullshit.

 It didn’t take long for Able to get to the meting place. It was about a kilometer out of the town. An old abandoned house, Able decided to get comfortable as he waits for Cain to arrive. So he sits in waiting near the front door, a wine glass in hand.