Scp 012 Novels & Stories

“But you...you have possibilities.” Scy tensed, but Mathin caught his arm and squeezed in warning. Not yet. Scy subsided, but tension radiated from him as he sighted his laser rifle on their brother. Mathin’s hands were occupied with the coil of rope that would give them access to the room below.

Could she just watch herself be defiled by other people? She was already old, yet she had to suffer this kind of disaster. Iris cried out loud. Meanwhile, in a small dark house, a man was listening to the content transmitted from the tapping device. It was Thomas. His eyes were full of fiery anger. Thomas made a call. “Hello, Scorpio, execute a mission with me.” Scorpio was one of the members of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. Unlike the other eleven zodiacs, Scorpio never easily showed up. If he showed up, people would either die or get injured.

She walked out of the studio, leaving the twelve wooden panels standing guard in the silence. She didn't see the screen wake up again behind her. She didn't see the cursor move on its own. And she didn't see the second progress bar appear, hidden in the background processes. MIRRORING TO REMOTE SERVER: 14.192.88... DESTINATION: ZURICH. The file copied. Twelve pieces of her soul, digitized, compressed, and stolen. In a penthouse seventy blocks south, a notification chimed on a burner phone. PACKAGE RECEIVED.

He breathed in contempt. Taheem walked into the tent, breaking Sheikh's Khalid's train of thoughts and bowed in greeting. Khalid smirked when Omar walked in, holding the American to his side. He watched the girl, her disheveled look as a result of the harsh desert winds and the fear which registered in her eyes he recognized as her fear of him. She looked away. Khalid looked at Taheem without speaking a word and he understood, the man reached out and grabbed Megan's other arm, yanking her free from Omar and pulled her to himself tightly.

Then the screen showed a new image. Alex standing inside a Blackwell laboratory. But this time, he wasn't alone. A scientist stood beside him. The scientist was holding a newborn baby. Sharon stared at the screen. The baby had Alex's eyes. The image changed. A file appeared. PROJECT A-01 Then another line appeared. SUBJECT: ALEX KNIGHT Then: STATUS: ORIGINAL HOST Sharon's breath caught. Alex closed his eyes. The other Sharon spoke one final time. "You wanted to know why the apocalypse is changing."

“No, no, you said he was getting better. The doctors said he was stable right?” "You brought him here for safety, what's going on Lucas" Lucas crouched by the control panel near the bookshelf. “The security system’s been wiped. But there’s something odd…” He tapped the console, the screen blinked to life, flashing a single encrypted line: “SALVADOR PROTOCOL 01-A: ASSET RECLAMATION IN EFFECT.” Lucas’s heart stopped cold. “Protocol 01-A…” he murmured. “That was my father’s code. From before the fire.”

He was covered in sensors, his body a map of surgical scars. "Subject 001: Emotional Resistance Test. Trial 4,502," a voice boomed from the walls, identical to the scientist from the probe. A holographic projection of a young woman—a woman who looked disturbingly like Scarlett—appeared in the cage with him. The teenage Caleb reached out, his eyes filled with hope. "Don't touch her, Caleb!" Scarlett screamed, but her voice was a ghost’s whisper in this memory. The moment their fingers met, the woman exploded into a thousand shards of data. A massive electrical discharge hit Caleb, racking his body with agony.

I look at the window and it’s still dark- what the hell is going on? A appears in the doorway as Z opens my cage door, “Z, the lead is only 2 days from here, but we need to move quickly.” He states. Z smiles evilly and I crawl out of my cage and shift as he throws clothes at me, “Hurry up! I won’t say it again!” he says, holding up the cattle prod. I hurry up and get dressed, “1001 made it that far?” I ask. Z and A look at each other and laugh, “No, 1005 we have coordinates on 1003.”

The damp air of London's underground tunnels clung to my skin, rank with the smell of sulfur and centuries of decay. I signaled the team to halt, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Scent markers ahead," Lucas whispered, his military training evident in his precise movements. "Two hundred meters." "Everyone clear on the objective?" I asked, adjusting the tactical pack containing Amelia's stolen files against my back. Sophia nodded, her dark eyes gleaming amber in the low light. "Get in, confirm virus distribution points, get out. No engagement unless necessary."

"They can freeze a man's nervous system for twelve hours." Above them on the roof of the transport truck, Subject Twelve crouched low, his dark eyes scanning the pier for an escape route. He looked at Noah and gave a slight shake of his head. There were too many soldiers, and two more armed motorboats were now cruising slowly into the river channel from under the Manhattan Bridge. Director Ward turned back toward Noah. She reached inside her silver coat and pulled out a simple black paper folder.