Picture Of Scp 096 の小説・ストーリー

Pointing at the upward-sloping chart, his voice shook: “This purity… the old madmen actually did it. The Lazarus Immortality Project… realized.” Alexander didn’t release his hold on Vivienne. Left arm around her shoulders, boots crossing the metal threshold into Zero Core Lab. The circular chamber was empty except for an oversized cylindrical water tank, suspended magnetically midair, filled with glowing blue medium. A woman floated inside. Eyes closed. Hair like drifting kelp. Her face, forehead line, even the slight asymmetry of her jaw—eerily similar to Vivienne. Vivienne’s gaze locked. Her hospital gown swept aside by the flow, the left chest cavity was a gaping void.

I moved toward the nearest compartment. The panel opened immediately when I touched it. Inside rested a stack of thin folders. Real paper. Not digital storage. Paper. The sight felt strangely shocking. Everything inside Sublevel Zero revolved around technology. This did not. I removed the first folder carefully. The cover contained no name. Only a designation. SUBJECT 04. My pulse quickened. I opened it. Most pages had deteriorated. Others were partially erased. Yet enough remained to read. Psychological evaluations. Behavioral observations.

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.

--- PERSONAL ARCHIVE RESTORATION CONTINUING. Several screens across the chamber flickered. Old files appeared. Research documents. Security reports. Photographs. Names of scientists who had worked at Facility F-07. Camelia moved toward the nearest terminal and began searching through the database. "Most of the files are corrupted." Stefan looked over her shoulder. "Convenient." "Almost like someone wanted these records destroyed." Camelia nodded. "Someone did." She opened another folder. Then froze. "William..." Everyone looked at her.

Surrounding something. Someone. “We’re not the only ones holding power right now.” Sara followed her gaze. And her stomach dropped. The man tied to the post looked worse than death. Bloodied. Barely conscious. But still alive. Still breathing. And even like this… power radiated from him. Dark. Rotten. Wrong. “That’s him,” Sara said quietly. Thea nodded. “The one behind the facility. The one experimenting on rejected mates.” Sara’s hands curled into fists.

Keyed for magnetic entry. Camila floated beside her and began hacking the pad with a waterproof data spike. The door slid open with a soft hiss. They breached the island. — Interior – Lucrezia’s Lair Gunmetal walls. AI cameras. Surgical labs. It wasn’t just a fortress. It was a laboratory of horror. Rows of cryo pods. Some filled with children. Others with dismembered parts. Failed subjects. Sera gagged behind her mask. This was worse than the Hong Kong lab.

I rested my head on his shoulder, letting the vision fill me with a rare, delicate kind of hope. “We’ll get there,” I said. “You really believe that?” “I have to.” He kissed the top of my head. “Then I’ll believe it, too.” The next morning, we got the hit. An off-grid facility, deep in the Bohemian forest. Supposedly abandoned. But the security footage Elia scraped told another story—trucks coming and going, armed guards, power lines running hot. And the final piece? A thermal scan showed a single containment room, buried deep underground. With one heat signature inside.

The sound of it—metal screaming open—echoed like a dying animal. Eden and Cassel crept forward, peering through the crack in the wall. Inside, they saw it: a capsule. Nine feet tall. Frosted glass. Wires running like veins into the floor. And inside it… a body. Pale. Unmoving. Genderless. Eyes shut. Tubes in every vein. Cassel’s breath hitched. “He didn’t just steal data. He stole life.” “What is that?” Cassel pulled her back. “We leave. Now.”

**** The Core Lab The heart of the fortress pulsed with energy. Blue lights flickered across metal walls. Glass capsules lined one side, and inside them were floated failed experiments. Twisted versions of Rose, Sophie, and others whose names Elena didn't even know but whose faces mirrored fragments of the child she had borne. Twisted limbs. Empty, vacant eyes. Mouths frozen mid-scream. One tapped faintly against the glass, as if it still hoped to be saved. Elena fought a wave of nausea as she staggered forward.

“Mercer emptied multiple off-site locations before the attack last night.” Of course he did. “He planned escape routes,” Cameron said flatly. “Yes.” Mara slid several photographs across the table. “But he left one site behind.” I picked up the top photograph. Concrete walls. Rusted fencing. Forest surrounding an isolated military structure. Something about it made my wolf instantly uneasy. “What is this?” “Eastern Border Facility Nine,” Mara answered quietly. Cameron went still beside me. “You know it?” I asked immediately. His jaw tightened once. “Yes.” “How?”