Scp 003 Novels & Stories

“Lucas… what if she’s right?” He pulled her close, his voice low and fierce. “Then we’ll rewrite the truth ourselves.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, and miles away, deep inside the sealed Salvador Foundation, Amara Holt stood before the reactivated console. The red lights blinked in sequence as she entered a final command: PROJECT MIRROR: PHASE III- INITIATION SEQUENCE ENABLED.

​Left alone in the gatehouse, the room felt instantly colder. ​Scarlett backed up until her spine hit the edge of the terminal table, her Beretta held at a low ready, her eyes swinging between the open doorway and the scrolling text on the laptop. ​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING...]

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

So he grabbed Junes hand. The moment his skin touched her skin a wave of blue light exploded. The silver woman screamed. It was a machine-like sound that broke the windows. She flickered like a TV screen and pushed June away. "Biological interference!" the woman hissed. "The Engineer holds the memory of the 03 unit. He is the anchor. If the anchor is destroyed the 03 unit will join us." The woman pointed her hand at the ground. The mud turned into silver spikes. They shot up aiming for Bensons chest.

Everyone were in the state of puzzled and curious, when the heard that Sasu were clearing his throat. Naturally as this were going on, no one were stopping and stand still, they all still have their own personal duty, and the massacre of the Yulga Family still continues, despite the comical incidents that were happening right at the moment. “This Sasu, Secret Service Agent, Head of the Presidential Security Personnel, Agent Number, 001…Requesting Direct communication line with Aeternum Person of Interest, Code Name…Dragon 01…”.(Sasu)

" Don't you dare play games with me I am not in any mood . If you do anything to Cleo I will shoot you. " " I didn't have to. " " Why do you have her phone? " " I'm part of Nicolai' s security team. " "Where is she ? Put her on the phone right now . " I heard a bit scuffle and someone shouting. It sounded like Nicolai within seconds the phone went dead and rang again with Nicolai's name flashing across the screen. I was feeling angst and I was beyond pissed. I could hear the car coming down the driveway . As soon as I answered Nicolai spoke;

I ordered in a soft tone. "Right away sir" I leaned into the chair, closing my eyes to sleep I guess. I listened to her voice, "Please Xavier help me, Save me Liam has captured me. I don't know where's he's taking me" She was placed in the trunk of a car, with the plate number 'SCE 091567' I quickly opened my eyes, I realized that it was just a trance but she communicated with me, how's that possible?, questions filled my head wondering what Liam was doing in a Scotland car.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number.

Taylor's voice is arctic, and I suppress a shiver. "Okay," I say in a small voice. With a start, I remember my laptop. I am normally lazy and shove it under the bed when I shut it down at night, and this seems to have played in my favour. I drop to my knees and see it is still where I left it, untouched. I know better than to touch anything whilst we wait for the police; I have watched enough of those CSI crime shows. I walk back into the hallway and wait while Taylor taps away on his phone.