Scp 046 Novels & Stories

Or maybe that was me. “Clara,” Niko’s off‑screen voice said, low now. “Just keep breathing. Focus on my voice if it hurts.” The log ended abruptly, and the screen was cutting to black with a soft electronic chirp. My reflection stared back at me in the darkened monitor—pale, eyes wide. I clicked the next log with numb fingers. LOG_004 – PROTOCOL B. The image that filled the screen made my blood run cold. Same room. Same chair.

Level 2 — Surveillance Control Operators shouted across consoles, their eyes on security feeds. “Sector Four breach!” “She’s with it—some girl!” “That’s no girl. That’s Carson’s kid. The one who raised it.” One soldier barked into a comm: “Orders? Terminate both?” Static. Then a voice replied, grim and clipped: “Negative. The Chimera protocol is priority. Do not engage unless necessary.” The guards hesitated — but hesitation didn’t save them.

Jay’s eyes turned completely blue. He screamed. Z-04 twisted its head toward him immediately. The giant’s voice slammed into their skulls: “Z-01 anomaly detected. Deletion protocol engaged.” Lena’s blood ran cold. Z-04 wasn’t after her. It was after Jay. Alexander’s head snapped toward Z-04. “You come near him—NEAR HER—AND I WILL RIP YOUR CORE OUT!” He leapt into the air again. Z-04 grabbed him mid-flight and slammed him into the ground so hard the snow burst upward like a geyser.

The rear door, unable to fully close in the rush, swung wildly with the vehicle's violent acceleration. Avery launched herself forward. Like a mother driven mad, she threw herself onto the rear step of the speeding van. Physical pain seemed to have been severed entirely by maternal instinct. Her ten fingers dug into the narrow gap of the door, barely half an inch wide. Inside the cargo hold, a scar-faced man hunched over the communicator grabbed his radio. "—Yes, Mr. D. The direct derivative sample of Subject 047 has been secured. No damage to the specimen." *047.*

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."

"Or he dies." The screen switched to a map. The final node. The Final Chamber. Right where it all began. Dominic's face darkened. "He wants us back there." Victor's expression hardened. "The fourth node is the main core." Scarlett wiped her tears. Then looked at Dominic. "We go." Her voice no longer shook. No more fear. No more running. This ended tonight.

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 screen flickered, a series of complex genomic strings scrolling past faster than I could read. "It’s not a virus, Elara," Julian breathed, his eyes scanning the code. "It’s a map. He’s showing us the 'Sub-Level 4' blueprints." "Sub-Level 4? The university only has two basement levels, Julian. I’ve lived on this campus for three years. There is no Level 4." "That’s because it’s not under the university," Julian said, his fingers flying across the keys. "It’s under the reservoir. Look at the thermal signatures."

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

I moved toward the nearest compartment. The panel opened immediately when I touched it. Inside rested a stack of thin folders. Real paper. Not digital storage. Paper. The sight felt strangely shocking. Everything inside Sublevel Zero revolved around technology. This did not. I removed the first folder carefully. The cover contained no name. Only a designation. SUBJECT 04. My pulse quickened. I opened it. Most pages had deteriorated. Others were partially erased. Yet enough remained to read. Psychological evaluations. Behavioral observations.