Scp-042 Novels & Stories

“Where are you?” “On the stairs!” I pushed the heavy door open with more effort than necessary. “Xavier, she’s not just fighting. She’s… calling something. And that something is not from this world. And whatever she is doing… this place is going to collapse on our heads.” “Get out of the building.” His voice was no longer calm. It was command. Raw Alpha. I took the steps two at a time, heart pounding as the air grew colder with every floor I descended.

He recognized Lilith's nasty voice just before the blinding light from a single torch illuminated the dark space. He had to squint against the brightness of the light after so long in total darkness. It dazzled his vision and made him dizzy as it bounced around. More scraping sounded, signaling his cell had been re-sealed. It made no difference. He tried to focus on the torch in the room and the person holding it. Then the scent hit him. Human. What strength he had multiplied tenfold. He never stopped to consider why a human would have been brought to his torture chamber. He struggled to his feet like an animated corpse; totally mindless. Instinctively, his feet carried him toward the salvat

"I don't know you and you don't know me, but I hope that you can help me. It's not about me but the man who has been imprisoned in Madrigal mansion for twenty-eight years already. I don't know if I will succeed in rescuing him because I'm sure the criminal who hid him there will surely hunt me for the failure I made in the job he has given me. Here are the front door entrance combinations: *0926# and *6104#. The study where he has hidden him is *6104#. There's a table inside the study, and inside the right drawer is the button to open the secret passage to the underground, where the man is. The light switch is also in the drawer. It will move on the right so you have to stand a little far af

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.”

She sat and said nothing for a minute, she sat watching the great lord general wear his clothes. "Praised be Kabril, I do not have questions to answer today..." "It is been two weeks..." "Oh! There are questions." He interrupted feeling a bit dismayed. "Two weeks, Zandy." She stood from the bed and walked stark naked to the wall close to the door of the chamber, where she hanged her rope. She wore the rope and tied its robes around her waist, she tied the knots tightly at her abdomen. "And?" He added furiously. "And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..."

My dad lifted the corners of his mouth, nodding approvingly. "They're all yours," Trav said and turned to ascend the steps. Torture had definitely never been his thing. But it was definitely my dad's and my thing. Sara had already maimed them quite a bit. The ones on the table were missing their fingers and toes, currently laying in a puddle of their dried blood. The ones on the wall were missing their eyeballs and noses. The whole room stunk of blood and burnt flesh and hair. "What do you think, Tyce? Where should we start?" He clasped his hand on my shoulder. "After all, you're alpha now." He gave me a fatherly wink.

Three prods hit him at once. His body seized before crashing to the ground. “No..” Luciano lunged, but a flash exploded near him and the sound cracked through the air. He staggered, whining, blood trailing from his ear and just like that.. I was alone. The lead hunter calmly stepped forward likr this was a normal, casual routine as he pulled out the collar. “Subject 402,” he said. The number hit harder than anything else. “Time to go home.” Home... Something inside me snapped and I could tell it was the same thing I felt at the lake, the same thing that stirred last night.

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.

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—

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.**"