Scp-073 Novels & Stories

at saglit itong napatingin sa akin. "Tinanggal ko na ang kanyang ala-ala. At hindi na niya naalala ang mga nangyari." " Good. Good. Nakikita ko sa aura ng batang ito ang pagiging napakagaling na assassin balang araw!'' Pinisil naman ni Dra. Hyde ang aking balikat. "For now on, your code name is PISCES. Bukas na bukas, mag-ensayo ka na," aniya ni Supremo sa akin.

Art Valderama typing Promise? ​"Too easy," Nyx chuckled, sipping wine. "The boy is starving for identity. I give him a crumb, and he thinks it's a feast." ​Her phone buzzed. It was "Ms. Ivy" (a hired operative named Carla). ​"Target is isolated from the sister," Carla reported. "The watch is active. We have GPS tracking and audio listening enabled inside their bedroom." ​"Excellent," Nyx replied. "Keep feeding his ego. Next week, we initiate Phase 2."

“ibig sabihin nagsimula na ulit silang manghuli.” ‎Mabigat ang katahimikan. ‎Dahan-dahang binuksan ni Craig ang metal box. ‎At agad nanlaki ang mga mata niya. ‎Sa loob— may lumang ID card. ‎At nakasulat doon: ‎PROJECT 731 — LEAD RESEARCH DIVISION ‎NAME: DR. ALEXANDER VELASCO. ‎Napatingin si Craig kay Mang Elias. Halos mawalan ng boses.

4 – 1 – 7 – L – I – L The keypad flashed green. “Ano ‘to, Xavier… password para sa kasalanan mo?” The door slid open. Inside was a laboratory frozen in time: Dust on the scanners, cold metal tables, stacks of sealed folders — at ang pinaka-nakakabahala… Three medical pods. Two empty. One cracked. Aurora slowly walked toward the cracked pod. Nakaukit sa metal plate: SUBJECT 03: AURORA – PRIME Hindi siya lumanghap.

At sa tabi nito— isang maliit na box. Lumapit ako. “Don’t touch it,” sabi ni Torren. Pero huli na. Binuksan ko. Inside— isang maliit na baril. Hindi laruan. Hindi display. Real. Child-sized grip. At sa ilalim— isang name tag. “Subject 07” Nanlamig ako. “Freya…” bulong ni Torren. Pero hindi ko siya marinig nang malinaw.

Humigpit ang hawak niya sa braso ko, parang instinctive — parang may napapansin siyang hindi ko pa nakikita. “At bakit parang… alam niya kung nasaan tayo?” BOOM. Bumagsak ang isang panel mula sa kisame. Napaatras kami. At mula sa usok, lumitaw ang series ng holographic text — glitchy, mabilis, parang nagmamadali: SYSTEM: RESTORATION PROTOCOL INITIATED IDENTITY: UNKNOWN PRIORITY: RECLAIM LOST ASSETS Napasinghap si Eliara.

May mga notes mula sa mga psychologist: "Subject shows unexpected neural activity when in proximity to Female Asset Paola. Heart rate increases by 20%. Cortisol levels drop. Subject refuses to execute terminal protocols if Asset is present. Paola is the only remaining link to the Subject's humanity. Recommendation: Eliminate Asset to complete the Prototype."

Kamukha ni Samara… pero mas bata. “Meet Subject 002. A clone.” Napaatras ako. “What the—” “Yes, Xiana. She’s your daughter. Technically. Lab-made. Ikaw ang base DNA.” “Putang—” Hindi ko na natapos. Tumakbo ako papasok, binaril ang control panel. Sumabog ang alarms. “Victor! EMP now!” sigaw ko. Nag-blackout ang buong vessel. Tumalon si Mia mula sa kabilang side ng ship at sinimulang i-extract ang data core.

May mga batang babae, lahat naka-uniform, nakaupo sa mga capsule-like pods. Isa sa kanila… ako. Nanigas ang katawan ko. “Wait—” halos mapabitaw ako sa tablet. “That’s me.” “Yes,” sagot ni Roen. “The file identified this subject as Seraphim Unit 07 – Leonora V. Asher.” Parang tinamaan ng bala ang puso ko. Hindi ako makagalaw. Hindi ako makahinga. “Hindi totoo ‘yan,” bulong ko. “Wala akong ganitong alaala…”

Red laser dots suddenly flickered on the floor, then the wall. Surrounded. Mira grabbed my hand. “Naia, we need to run—now!” But before we could take another step… A loud voice echoed from a megaphone outside. “Subject 07B. This is your final warning. Come out. Or we come in.”