Scp-024 Novels & Stories

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

File origin: internal lab archive. Extraction date: three days ago. Uploaded from Zurich IP cluster. Interesting. Why upload now? Why not earlier? Unless the footage wasn’t previously accessible. Unless someone had secured it. Or modified it. I slowed the playback to frame-by-frame. 22:46 — Corridor clear. 22:47 — I enter frame. 22:48 — Access panel opened. 22:49 — Code entered. 22:50 — Door opens. 22:58 — Adrian appears at corridor end. Then—

The machine was screaming at him to reset, but the memory was anchored to his core. "I... I can't," he choked out, his voice returning to the resonance and tone of the boy she once knew. ​Up in the command room, the Architect’s monitors flared red. Intruder detected. Subject 44 exhibiting non-linear behavioral response. Biological distress markers at maximum. ​"The intruder is at the terminal," the system announced to the room. "Clara is alive." ​I realized my mistake the moment the signal ended. The frequency had been traced. As I scrambled to shut down the transmitter, the monitors in my basement erupted with alarms.

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.

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

The words remained on the screen long after everyone stopped speaking. SUCCESSOR 002 — STATUS: ACTIVE. I stared at the photograph beneath them, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing had to be some kind of mistake. But the longer I looked, the more certain I became. I knew that face.

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

Jason whispered. Eric moved to one of the sealed pods, wiping off the frost-covered nameplate. Sonia’s breath caught. Daniel Woods. “No way,” Echo gasped. But the pod was empty. She staggered back, heart thundering. “They kept him here.” “Which means he got out,” Eric said. Echo pulled up the files from a terminal. “They archived him as ‘Lost Subject 4D-X2’… but look at this. He hacked their system from the inside before escaping. Left a trail buried in dummy protocols.”

A document buried in a hidden folder marked only with a single character: E. Inside was a report. Name: Eden Kade. Status: Active anomaly. Purpose: Nullify Dormer Protocol if subject exhibits autonomous divergence. Directive: In the event of Dormer fall, Eden Kade to be monitored and either dismantled or recruited by Tier Zero command. Eden’s heart slammed in her chest. She wasn’t just created to continue Valeska. She was built as her fail-safe. A living contingency. Her breath caught as she saw the last line: > If Eden Kade survives protocol rupture, initiate contact with Lucien Black.

“From the beginning.” Luca stepped closer. “Then it’s time to show them what happens when you plan for the wrong girl.” Across the city, in a white lab lit by halogen lights, a group of masked technicians stood before a tall glass chamber. Inside it, a figure stirred. Female. Connected to wires. Heart rate steady. A screen beside her displayed one name: SUBJECT 03 – Initiate in case of Ava 01 breach. One of the techs spoke quietly. “She’s awake.”