Scp-058 Novels & Stories

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

"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."

I recalled Dela Merced kissing me during the filming once again. I wasn't anticipating that move. I gave a headshake. "Fucker, go ahead and put the line down so I can go to the place and attach the bombs," I said. She simply nodded in agreement before the call was terminated. I stood up from my computer and printed the blueprint that Noella had given me. After tying my hair back, I entered my walk-in closet and activated my built-in vault by pressing a secret button. My hidden compartment became visible as the large picture in the center of it started to move. After having my finger print verified, I scanned it and opened the vault.

A woman stepped out. Tall. Dark coat. Gloves. Sharp eyes behind thin glasses. No uniform. No badge. But everyone felt authority radiating from her. Lena’s heart stuttered. Alexander’s jaw clenched. Elias stiffened. Jay flinched. Z-04’s lights flickered. “Recognized. Affiliated with Kass Laboratories. Designation: Internal Control Operative.” The woman adjusted her glasses calmly as she took them all in. Her gaze stopped on Z-03.

Disappeared three years ago. Knox frowned. “Last seen working on neuro-clone implants for military AI.” “And now she’s resurfaced as an Omega Candidate?” Alma asked. Julian zoomed in on the profile. “She has Parity code embedded in her cerebellum. We’re not just talking ideology. These people are the program now.” Alma swallowed hard. “Which means Evelyn is still alive inside them.” Meanwhile, Tokyo Underground, Facility Nine Dr. Lila Trent adjusted the silver band around her wrist. It shimmered, then flickered red.

“Then we run. Now.” “We can’t outrun what’s inside me.” “No,” he said quietly, lifting my chin. “But we can outrun the people trying to use it.” Before I could respond, a sharp beep cut through the air. The sigil on my wrist flickered And a voice spoke directly inside my mind: “Subject 07. Report for retrieval.” The room went ice-cold. Alex froze. I did too. Because the next words weren’t to Project Rebirth. They were to him.

“It was sealed in a secondary vault — hidden even from the mimic cluster.” Charlotte pulled her rifle. “Because Malcolm didn’t want it watched.” Julian frowned. “Why build something like that?” She glanced at him. “To hunt the others.” The trip to Zone Five was different from the rest. No bioluminescent membranes. No synthetic corridors. Just bare steel. A single hallway that narrowed the further they went. At the end, a door. Massive. Reinforced. Sophie’s voice came through the comm. “You’re two meters from the containment floor. Motion trackers confirm a single moving entity. No known profile match.”

On the terminal behind us, the black icon of the Watchers flared one last time, and a single, new line of text scrolled across the screen. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE RECYCLED MOTHER] [STATUS: MEMORY RESTORED] [DIRECTIVE: INITIATE TERMINATION OF THE OBSOLETE MODEL] The floorboards beneath Leo suddenly turned to liquid mercury, a silver vortex opening to pull him back into the dark.