Scp-024 Novels & Stories

It had a sleek, metallic body and a single, glowing red lens for an eye. A **Drone**. It was watching us. It moved its head in a series of sharp, mechanical jerks, scanning the faces of the sleeping survivors. When the red lens passed over me, it stopped. A faint, electronic voice whispered from the drone. It was so quiet I almost thought I was dreaming. *"Subject 01 identified. Resonance at 12%. The 'Independence' experiment is proceeding to Phase 2."* I felt a cold horror wash over me.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

Two techs in university hazmat gear approached with a stretcher. Jack stepped between them. “She’s calm. Don’t sedate her.” One tech nodded, the other pulled out a scanner. “Subject Forty-Two?” “She prefers Vesper,” Jack said. Vesper exhaled, climbed onto the gurney herself. As the straps tightened, she looked at Jack. Her voice was quiet. “They study monsters to create them.” He hesitated. “I’ll check on you.” She didn’t smile. “Don’t.” “You saved my life in there.”

Its rose symbol glowed softly in her palm. The core pulsed violently. A holographic figure materialized in front of her, a younger woman, beautiful and cold, eerily familiar. Not Evelyn. Not her mother. One of the founders. The first architect. The woman’s voice was smooth as glass. “Subject G01 identified.” Scarlett’s heart slammed against her ribs. The hologram smiled. “Welcome home.” No. She slammed the pendant into the slot. The lab screamed. Light detonated. Every screen shattered into blinding white static.

Deep, desperate scratch marks made by human fingernails and wolf claws. I stopped walking. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. “Subject 42 is ready for the serum,” a voice echoed in my head. It wasn't a real voice. It was a memory. It was Voss’s voice from a year ago. I looked at the metal table nearest to me. There were thick leather straps attached to the corners. They were stained dark brown. “Hold her down. This will burn, Amaya, but it will make you perfect.”

he said. "Yuck, that's disgusting!" Both Allen and Kim exclaimed. "Just kidding assholes. Gotta go." he said and they all end the video chat. 'Just wait 'till I have you, Primo Aziel Hughes' he thought as a creepy smirk slowly painted on his face. Outside the office, Primo was breathing hard while running on the hallway, trying to run away from that guy. He had his suit fixed already and this agency is so huge he can't find his way out.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

The man said nonchalantly and walked out of the room. **** Kyara was nuts and bolts frightened to the crux at the narration of the kidnapper. He was the same man who turned her unconscious by putting chloroform in the handkerchief. Nathan's earlier words struck her felicitous and she immediately established a mind link. Kyara doesn't have the phone with her to send him the location but looking out of the window she explained to him everything about the habitat surrounding her through the mind link. Nathan got the entire information that was needed to arrive at the location.

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”

The faction personnel turned in surprise, some reaching for weapons while others frantically worked to stabilize their failing technology. At the center stood Dr. Whitcomb, her face, a mask of cold fury as she recognized me among the truth-seers. "Subject 23-A," she said, her voice carrying even over the alarms. "How disappointing to see what you've become. You were designed for so much more than... balance."