Scp-054 Novels & Stories

She needed to know what had truly happened to the woman who had brought her into this world. "Vance, Sarah " she typed, hitting the key with a heavy, desperate thud. An encrypted file folder materialized on the screen bearing a yellow warning flag that read: CRITICAL BASELINE. SUBJECT 04. Elara opened the document rapidly scanning past the disclaimers. As she scrolled deeper into the live telemetry files, a cold sweat broke out across her neck. The file contained a video feed from a secure isolated ward. Through the camera monitor she saw her mother lying in a hyperbaric bed surrounded by automated IV pumps. It was the data log flashing beside her vitals chart that made Elara's blood run col

And the scarred leader, who gave her name at the hatch as Renn and nothing else, folded into the last seat with the stillness of someone who has already decided how this ends and is only here to make sure it ends for everyone. A crew of the damned. Nobody trusts the person breathing next to them. For once, the room is telling the truth. The Nadir-04 is a sphere of forty-year-old titanium with a viewport the size of a dinner plate and just enough room for the living to be miserable in. Sarah runs her checks out loud, naming each system as she wakes it, and her voice in the cramped dark is the steadiest thing aboard. She does not pretend this is safe. She just refuses to let it be sloppy.

The heavy boots pounded against the metal grating. They were close. "This way," I hissed. I pulled Elena into the shadow of a support pillar just as three armored guards rounded the corner. They held stun batons that crackled with blue electricity. They weren't looking for a lost patient. They were looking for a target. "Subject 404 is missing," one of them shouted. "Seal the exits." Elena trembled against me. She covered her ears and hummed a frantic, broken tune to block out the noise.

“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

“Dorm 09… officially offline.” But just as relief started to settle in, a faint hum began again deeper, almost subterranean. Nora froze. “Wait. Do you hear that?” Adam frowned. “What now?” Lola’s eyes snapped open again only this time, they weren’t blue. They were dark. Endless. And from the cracked remains of the core, a single voice whispered: “Phase Five: Global Activation.” The lights flickered.

Because I understand. If someone had told him there was a way to ensure I wouldn’t die young, wouldn’t weaken, wouldn’t fail as an Alpha… He would’ve signed anything. I pull the manifest. The screen fills with sterile text. Clinical. Cold. No villains. Just data. SUBJECT: NOONE, ALESSANDRA STATUS: ACTIVE / UNCONTAINED CLASSIFICATION: GENETIC CATALYST Harley inhales sharply. I scroll. SUBJECT: FIVE STATUS: ACTIVE / CONTAINED

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

The person vanished like a bubble. “Shit…” he muttered. His gaze settled on Odette who was still unconscious despite the ruckus happening earlier. As he gently pulled her out of the sack, he noticed a certain sticker on her neck which he gently took off and read. “Quatre vingt quinze,” he read the numbers that were written in the sticker which is ‘0095’ and he noticed a black snake-shaped logo. If my speculations were right, this girl is the 95th one.

“I’m listening.” Hacker’s eyes flicked between screens and prints. “There’s more. Patrol schedules weren’t the first thing to go out. Weeks ago we had two medical reports pushed to an encrypted folder on a public server. One is a supply requisition. The other is a scan of… a hand.” “Whose?” Ghost asked. “Human male. Age range mid-thirties. Extensive metallic augmentation at the carpal. The skin profile—” He swallowed. “You remember the image Velia sent of the detonator Kane held? The hand that got left behind?”

“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.”