Novel & Cerita Scp-038

Good for him. “I sincerely apologize, major, but I do not get why you are showing me this file,” I say frowning. The major stands up with that silly grin still on his face. “Can’t you read, commander? Female prisoner 3312, formerly known as Aubrey Campbell, 19-years-old. The only daughter of Mia Campbell, a well-known Eel we’ve been chasing for years. Prisoner 3312 was detained by your men while she was helping her mother attack the Ministry of Education three weeks ago,” he uselessly repeats what is in the file.

“I’ll take it.” Then we moved. The world narrowed to muscle memory. We slipped through the shadows like ghosts, bypassing cameras, disabling locks, keeping our heartbeats steady. The facility was colder inside—stark concrete and fluorescent lights humming like bees in a jar. Elia’s voice came softly through the comm in my ear. “Sublevel three. East corridor. Third door on your left. That’s where she is.” To be continued...

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

“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

Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” “Yes, sir,” the doctor said quickly, already typing on her pad. Silver would like to know Mia’s fate, but she knew better than poking her nose into everything. She hated people who don't mind their business either. They moved on from the chamber, their reflections gliding across the mirrored glass as they walked deeper into the heart of the facility. The deeper they went, the quieter it became…until even their footsteps was swallowed by the silence. They reached another door at the end of the c

That night, the house was quiet. No footsteps. No lights. But at 2:08 AM, Sera stood in the middle of the sealed vault. One screen remained powered: a passive biometric map of the entire structure. Only two life signatures were active. One was hers. The other… The other showed up as UNKNOWN | EV.03 Not under the floor. Not in the walls. Inside her room. Standing. Watching. Breathing. Sera didn’t move. She simply whispered: > “Then come take it.”

And yet, he didn't see the culprit. Ryan's line of sight fell on something indescribable? A weird creature, flaunting and floating in front of him. Its expressionless face irked him. Even so, he could perceive the elated sensation emanating from that thing. The creature, no, the system resembles a transparent energy ball? Or a white ball? (I am System 398, serial number 2345168897. My official name is Change The Cannon Fodder's Fate. It's a pleasure to meet you, host.) The energy ball greeted him.

Meanwhile, in Lyla’s house, Jace went to the basement to grab a box of blankets. He stopped mid-step. The old door at the far end—the one they never used—was wide open. Inside was a room they never opened. He flipped the switch. Lights flickered on. And in the center of the room was a metal chair… restraints still attached. A file rested on the nearby desk. Subject 037-L: Observation Notes. Monitored 2004–2008. And a name: Bailey Kensington. At dawn, it felt like a different kind of morning,

"But the ocean has a long memory. The Gamma strain you carry is a fragment of my divinity." Scarlett Night didn't retreat. She stepped to the edge of the floating stage, her star-star cloak billowing in the sudden gale. She didn't draw a talisman for water-repelling; she tapped the Stellar Navigator on her belt with a rhythmic, coding sequence. "System," Scarlett’s voice was cold, amplified by the Ark’s sub-space relays. "Identify the biological signature of the intruder." "Analysis complete," the AI responded. "Subject 003-Gamma Variation: 'The Kraken Protocol'. Psionic density: 400% above standard Siren levels. Recommendation: Thermal Evaporation."