Current Strength Comparison (Age 10 Early Evolution)
Baseline: average 10-year-old human vs Devin
Attribute Normal Human (Age 10) vs Devin (Current)
Human boy :Strength Can push ~20–30 kg
Devin : Can push ~150–200 kg
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Human boy :Sprint Speed ~15 km/h
Devin :short burst ~35–40 km/h burst
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Human boy :Reaction Time ~250 ms
Devin : ~90–110 ms
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Human boy:Jump ~1 meter
Devin : ~3–4 meters
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Human boy :Durability Easily injured
Devin : Can survive tree-impact level hits
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Human boy:Healing Days–weeks
Devin :Minor wounds in minutes
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Human boy:Senses Normal
Devin :5–8× sharper smell & hearing
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Human boy :Pain Tolerance Low
Devin :Extremely high
Summary:
He's roughly 6–8× stronger than a normal child and approaching adult peak human but still far below his future potential.
Back in the forest
The feeling didn't leave him.
Being watched.
Devin stood still for a long moment, head slightly tilted, listening. The forest had changed subtly. The silence now felt intentional, like something was holding its breath.
He crouched and pressed his palm against the soil. Cold. Damp. Undisturbed… mostly. But there, a faint impressions. Not footprints. More like something heavy had been placed briefly, then lifted.
Equipment.
He frowned.
"Not just anomalies…" he murmured. "People."
If he really was in the world of the SCP Foundation, then observation before capture made sense. They wouldn't rush blindly. They'd monitor, classify, then contain.
That meant he had time.
Not much but some.
He resumed walking, slower now, deliberately altering his path in erratic angles. If someone was tracking him, he wanted to see how they reacted. He doubled back once, then climbed a low ridge. His muscles strained slightly, but he scaled it easily.
At the top, he paused.
The forest stretched endlessly.
No roads.
No smoke.
No buildings.
But far in the distance, barely visible through the trees, a straight line. Too straight to be natural.
A clearing.
Or a perimeter.
His instincts said avoid it.
But information mattered more than comfort.
He headed toward it.
Halfway there, the temperature dropped.
Not gradually.
Instantly.
His breath fogged.
He stopped.
This wasn't weather. The sky hadn't changed. The air simply… cooled. Like he'd stepped into an invisible boundary.
He moved one step back.
Warmer.
Forward again.
Cold.
His eyes narrowed.
"Localized anomaly."
He crouched, studying the ground. Frost formed on leaves in a circular pattern. Something here affected thermodynamics. He didn't know which SCP it could be, but he knew better than to stay long.
He started moving around it.
and heard whispering.
Not words.
Just… layered sound. Like multiple voices speaking underwater.
He froze.
The sound came from inside the cold zone.
Curiosity tugged at him.
Danger screamed louder.
He chose survival.
He backed away slowly until warmth returned. The whispering faded. He exhaled.
"Yeah… definitely not ready for that."
He continued toward the clearing.
The trees thinned gradually.
Devin slowed.
The ground changed, it was less underbrush and more like flattened soil. Something heavy had moved through here repeatedly. Vehicles, maybe. His senses sharpened.
Then he saw it.
A fence.
Not ordinary. Tall, metal, topped with coils. No warning signs, but small black boxes were mounted at intervals, cameras or sensors.
He dropped instantly into the brush.
"Perimeter…"
He crawled closer, staying low. The metal smelled faintly of oil. Recent maintenance. That meant active monitoring. He scanned left and right.
No guards visible.
That didn't mean none existed.
He spotted a gap beneath one section, small, but enough for a child. He considered it, then shook his head. Going inside blind would be suicide. He needed more information first.
He was about to retreat when,
Crunch.
Behind him.
He turned slowly.
Two figures stood between the trees.
Not anomalies.
Humans.
Dark uniforms. Helmets. Rifles.
Devin's pulse quickened.
They hadn't raised their weapons yet. One spoke quietly into a device.
"Visual confirmed. Subject appears juvenile."
The other stepped forward slightly.
"Hey," he called, voice calm. "You're not in trouble. We just want to talk."
Devin didn't respond.
His instincts flared. Calm voices meant containment attempts. He backed away slowly.
The second figure raised his hands slightly.
"It's okay. We're here to help."
Lie.
Not malicious but still containment.
Devin turned and ran.
The agents reacted instantly.
"Subject fleeing!"
Footsteps thundered behind him. He darted between trees, zigzagging. His speed surprised them; he heard one grunt in effort. But they weren't normal either, trained, fast.
A dart hissed past his ear.
Tranquilizer.
He dove behind a tree, then leapt sideways. Another dart struck bark. His breathing stayed controlled, but his heart hammered. He couldn't outrun them forever.
He needed to lose them.
He veered toward the cold anomaly zone.
Risky.
But unpredictable.
He crossed the boundary.
Cold slammed into him.
The agents slowed.
"Thermal drop, careful," one warned.
The whispering grew louder. Devin pushed through, ignoring it. His body resisted the chill better than theirs. He reached the far side and kept running.
Behind him, one agent cursed.
"Negative pursuit. Unknown anomaly."
They stopped.
Devin didn't.
He ran until the forest swallowed him again.
Minutes later, he collapsed against a tree, breathing heavily.
"They found me faster than expected…"
He looked at his hands. Slight tremor, adrenaline. But also… strength. The run hadn't exhausted him as much as before. He'd improved already.
Small.
But real.
He listened.
No pursuit.
He relaxed slightly.
But deep down, he knew.
They wouldn't stop.
Miles away, inside a monitoring room, a supervisor studied footage.
"Subject evaded contact."
An analyst nodded.
"Physical capability above juvenile human baseline. Possible anomalous physiology."
The supervisor folded his arms.
"Continue passive observation. Do not escalate until classification."
He paused.
"…And alert Site Command. We may have a self-evolving anomaly."
Back in the woods
Devin stood again.
Night was approaching.
The gray sky darkened slowly, and shadows stretched. His senses sharpened further. Hunger gnawed faintly. He needed shelter.
He found a fallen hollow log and cleared debris inside. Small, cramped but hidden. He curled up, listening.
The forest changed at night.
Distant movement.
Soft cracks.
Breathing that wasn't his.
He didn't sleep deeply.
At some point, he heard something approach.
Slow.
Heavy.
It stopped near his log.
He held his breath.
A sniff.
Low growl.
Animal.
But larger.
He slowly peeked through a crack.
Yellow eyes stared back.
A wolf.
But wrong.
Too thin.
Too many scars.
It stepped closer.
Devin didn't move.
The wolf sniffed again… then backed away.
It recognized predator.
It left.
Devin exhaled quietly.
Even animals sensed it.
He finally slept.
And somewhere deeper in the forest…
Something older shifted, drawn by the scent of a growing hunter.