Scp-004 Novels & Stories

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

June cried, hugging him tight. Then a cold shadow fell over them. The girl 04 was standing at the edge of the crater. She did not look like a girl anymore. The girl 04 was taller now. Her skin had this black glow. The girl 04s eyes were not purple or brown like they used to be. They were blood red now. The girl 04 said "The joining is finished." The girl 04s voice was really deep. It did not sound like a kids voice all. "Thank you Sister," the girl 04 said. "I could not have opened the door from the side without your help."

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

The shards of metal that had fallen into the sea were vibrating, glowing with a sickly, rhythmic blue. "The government..." Jinyan wheezed, his face contorting in pain. "They didn't just find the signature. They... they hijacked the frequency. They’re using the displacement field to anchor us. They’re turning my failsafe into a vacuum." The black gunships hovered directly overhead now. A voice boomed from the lead vessel, amplified to a deafening, metallic roar. "SUBJECT 0-1. ARCHITECT JINYAN. FOURTH GENERATION. YOU ARE UNDER CIVILIAN DECOMMISSIONING. CEASE ALL NEURAL ACTIVITY OR TOTAL PURGE WILL BE INITIATED."

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

I pulled my daughter into my arms. It was over. Or so I thought. Because as the vault door reopened and Alex rushed toward us— A woman stepped into the threshold behind him. Same bone structure. Same eyes as Liana. And she looked at me like she’d been waiting her whole life to meet me. “Hello, Sophia,” she said. “I’m Subject Four.”

The large screen on the wall flickered to life. Talana crossed her arms. “We saw horrors in that place. Now I want names.” One by one, encrypted folders opened. Victim logs. Footage. Dates. DNA records. Surveillance stills from auctions. And then—the screen froze. A paused video. Dimly lit. Auction room. Red drapes. A small girl in a white dress, hands bound, collar tagged 0407. Her eyes were swollen. Silent tears ran down her cheeks, and behind her, watching from the shadows, a man in crimson robes.