073 Scp Novels & Stories

He finally had her. THE END

I screamed. “…!” Perhaps just a few millimetres before it could reach my face— Kuroyuki’s sword stops right after my desperate scream. “HAH— HAH— HAH—” …That— was scary. “…Fine. I will see what do you have to say about this.” Kuroyuki told me, with her face still reddened. “…My device. On top of that cabinet next to you.” “...770717.” She murmured softly.

Sarah, how do I know which one? She spoke urgently into the microphone. Look for the code SC-47, a blue vial. Got it. Grabbing it now. Relief flooded through me, overwhelming and fleeting, nearly buckling my knees. Harrison, report? Nathaniel asked, voice edged with worry. Static. Harrison? More static, then a guttural grunt of pain. Harrison's voice, strained and rough: Shoulder's hit, but I can still move. They're everywhere. Every exit route we planned is compromised.

Each one filled with a liquid the color of bone. And inside... I stepped closer. My blood turned cold. Faces. Not just any faces. Mine. Younger. Older. Modified. Broken. Each one labeled: Subject A01 Subject A02 Subject A07 - Prime And beneath it, the words: Cloning Viable. Transfer Pending. The tanks began to hiss. One by one, the seals started to disengage. — —Sophia’s POV The outer corridor was colder than I expected. My boots slid across black ice as I moved, fast, careful not to jostle Irene.

The general's voice drinking wine from the glass in one of his hands "Looks like there is no turning back for all of us. Surely the Creator predestined us who are here to get to know each other to reveal a little secret of this world. Alright I have decided" Said the General who had made everyone in this room impatient to listen to the General's intentions. "I'm going to set up an organization called 'S.C.P' which is the Subject Content Predator" The General said emphatically. "Subject Content Predator" Said Yusuke, Kojima, Keiko and Sgt. Ah Cun softly with shocked faces.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

Her eyes were cold, diamond-blue mirrors. She looked exactly like the Grace Sterling on the billboards. But she was holding a heavy, black-iron scepter that pulsed with a rhythmic, blue light. "The Ninety-Day Clause is officially over," the woman said. Her voice was a perfect, high-fidelity replica of my own. She pointed the scepter at Ethan. "Unit 7," she commanded. "Initialize the Scorched Earth Protocol. Eliminate the corrupted hardware." Ethan stood up. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at the baby.

"Okay, I'll be right there, thank you very much." After calling Shawn, Andre called Jett, and when he answered, Andre asked, "What is going on?" "We've succeeded in killing some of the men, Scorpion. We're heading towards the last block now. Do not worry; we're going to retrieve Queen," Jett replied.

“You’re eighteen, right? Sixteen years ago was the tail end of a pretty large war in the werewolf world. You could have been a survivor. Do you remember anything about what happened before you were at the orphanage?” “I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “It’s fine. A lineage test would be able to tell you if any of them are alive at least.” Another knock sounded from further away. She stood. “Seems like the calvary is about to advance. Would you like to meet him?” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Chief Operative of the SCF and Liaison Specialist Dagon Bluescale.”

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”