Scp-011 Novels & Stories

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

Beneath it another hand had written: "It remembers." The same phrase. Sera froze. She had seen those words before. In another report. Dr. Rowan. "The blood remembers." Her breathing slowed. Why did everyone keep writing the same thing? She reached the final page of the folder. Unlike the others. It wasn't typed. It was handwritten. Messy. Hurried. As though the writer expected someone to interrupt. > If Subject H-01 escapes, terminate the project immediately. > Never attempt replication. > Never expose compatible bloodlines.

They were glowing, very faintly, with the same violet light that had consumed Lucian. "Sis," Leo whispered, crawling out of the hole. He was shaking, his eyes fixed on something behind her. Maya turned. Standing at the edge of the blackened circle was a man. He was wearing a simple, nondescript suit, holding a black umbrella against the light rain that had begun to fall. He wasn't her father. He wasn't Xavier. "Congratulations, Subject 01," the man said. He pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a button.

Elion said. "I look like a variable." "Let's go buy a getaway car." They left the apartment. Elion locked the door. As they walked down the stairs—slowly, painfully—Cale stopped. "Elion." "Yeah?" "The notebook." "I have it." "Write this down." "Now?" "Yes. Before I forget." Elion pulled out the book and pen on the landing. "What?" "Anomaly 116," Cale said. "The Blank Page." "Okay."