Scp 019 Novels & Stories

"Dominic!" I shouted into the sudden blackness. A low growl answered from somewhere behind Adams, deep and inhuman, echoing off the concrete walls of the abandoned station. "He brought me a gift," Scarlett's voice continued through the dead speakers, somehow still carrying power even with every light extinguished. "How thoughtful of him." A pair of burning crimson eyes opened in the darkness across the platform. Subject Zero. "You said alone," Adams stammered, backing away from me, his composure finally cracking. "This was not part of the arrangement."

Fingers. Closed her eyes. “Papa,” she whispered. “It’s Rosie. He’s gone. Please.” Green light. _ACCESS GRANTED. ARTHUR BLACKWOOD, PRIMARY. ROSIE BLACKWOOD, MEDICAL PROXY. VOICEPRINT MATCH._ The box clicked. Scar fired. The bullet hit the box door as it opened. Empty. No papers. No USB. Nothing. Scar laughed. “Told you.” I grabbed the empty box anyway. Lifted it. And threw it at his face.