Novel & Cerita Scp-024

Something in-between. I follow the sound through the ruins, down into a lower tunnel that miraculously survived the blast. It’s dark, wet, and cold, the walls humming faintly with residual power. At the end of the passage, a door stands slightly ajar. I push it open. Inside is a small containment chamber, flickering with emergency lights. In the center — a single cryo-pod, cracked but intact. The label glows faintly: Subject 014. My heart stutters.

“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.”

Beside me, Silas was screaming. It was a raw, primal sound that tore through my heart. He was being held down by "Audit-Claws"—jagged, silver needles of light that were stitching themselves into his skin. He wasn't a program anymore; he couldn't "glitch" away. He was a human man, and the needles were drawing real, crimson blood. "**SUBJECT 02: DEPRECIATED ASSET,**" the Chief Adjuster’s voice boomed, a sound like a thousand filing cabinets slamming shut. "**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**"

The cabin shook as something massive slammed into it—splintering the wall behind them. “We go now,” Holt growled. But then a voice cried out from the woods. Not feral. Not Circle. Just broken. “E-113!” Evelyn froze. She stepped into the doorway. And saw him—a limping young man, maybe twenty, arms soaked in blood. One eye missing. Collar still fused to his neck. “Don’t shoot,” he begged. “I’m not like them. I remember you. From the Center.” She stared. “Subject K-027,” he said, choking back a sob. “You used to read to us. You were the only one who didn't scream when the lights came on. Please…”

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

He yelled, snapping me out of my momentary daze as I looked at her, our eyes meeting once more. I hurried down the hall toward the back stairwell. Then… A crack ripped through the air. Not wood. Not glass. Something deeper. Something alive. A force slammed through the floor like an invisible shockwave, and I stumbled, grabbing the railing to stay upright as my breath caught in my chest. My vision blurred at the edges, my wolf snarling inside my ribs. As if answering something. As if recognizing something familiar, too familiar. “Valerie!” Xavier barked through the phone. “Where are you?”

That we were still ourselves. But inside my head, something was wrong. That other presence was still there. Listening. The lights came back slowly this time, dimmer than before. Emergency power. Long shadows stretched across the walls, turning the sterile lab into something unfamiliar. Something almost predatory. Grant stood frozen near the console. The woman had gone pale. And every screen in the room now displayed a single message. ERROR: SUBJECT ZERO ACTIVE OUTSIDE CONTROL PARAMETERS. My stomach dropped. “That’s me,” I said. It wasn’t a question.