Scp 019 Novels & Stories

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

The siren echoed through the underground tunnel. Loud. Relentless. Terrifying. WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… Nobody moved. Nobody spoke either. Because something about that sound felt wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared at his tablet. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. “No.” Victor immediately turned. “What now?” Elliot looked pale. Really pale. “The facility is activating Protocol Zero.” He said.

Blood stained her fingers. Slowly. Methodically. She ran them through his sweat-drenched hair. Not gentle. Never gentle. Yet for the first time in years, Alexander looked safe. Then the wrist terminal flashed. Red. Once. Twice. Again. 【WELCOME HOME, SUBJECT ZERO】 Crimson code flooded the screen. This time it wasn't data. It was a signal. A live transmission forced its way through kilometers of abyssal fiber-optic cables. Far below the ocean floor. Far below the reach of sunlight.

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Maxine’s POV I can still remember what I saw that very night; a man behind the mask, the corpse swimming on his own blood on the tainted floor, and the black piercing on the killer’s ear. He is wearing a black piercing with a star pattern on it. When Isaac bumped onto me, his scent intrigued my suspicion. And when I saw the star pattern on his black earring, then I became certain. Isaac is the killer. “Aren’t you getting off the elevator?”

Nasa party room yata ang lahat. "Uhh, Mr. Stevenson, may I talk to you for a while?" Rinig kong sabi ni Kieffer sa kabilang linya. Pinatay ko muna ang connection ko kay para makapag-pokos siya sa pagdi-distract kay Mr. Stevenson. Kami muna ni agent 00099. "I got you agent 00013. Opps! Someone is approaching you." Sabi ni agent 00099. May makakasalubong akong babae na nakapulang dress. Nagtataka siyang tumingin sa'kin. Lumagpas ako sa elevator at sinalubong siya.

“What’s this…” Kat murmurs. She leans forward to spot something on the screen. The lady, Roxanna Hapsburg, is pouring something in a drink and handing it to a server. She subtly points at Scarlett, who’s standing a few feet away. Kat immediately picks up her phone and calls Scarlett’s phone but to her annoyance, Scarlett’s phone is out of reach! Scarlett seems alert on the screen but Kat can’t take any chances. She dials another number and thankfully, this one rings.

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.

Damn! “SCARLET!” I shouted too. I just found Scarlet tied to the chair and her eyes were blindfolded. I was about to approach it quickly when someone focused on my senses. I looked over there, I saw that it was Leila just hiding in the corner. I heard Scarlet sobbing so I looked at her worriedly.

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.