Scp-109 Novels & Stories

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

The guards collapsed as if their nervous systems had been unplugged. "Holy... Lyd, you’re getting better at that," June whispered, stepping over the bodies. "It’s not me," Lydia said, her voice sounding hollow. "It’s the baby. It is like a tower. It feels like home." They reached the server room. Case’s voice crackled in their ears. "I’m in. I’m downloading the Project Hart files now. But Lydia, there’s something else. There’s a floor that isn't on the blueprints. Level 101. It’s drawing massive amounts of power from the city grid."

I stopped in front of the first one. A girl. No older than ten. My eyes. But softer. Unaware. Unbroken. Lucien whispered, “Can they be saved?” “I don’t know.” “Will they be like you?” “No,” I said. “They’ll be better.” We found the control room buried deep below. Monitors blinked. Life signs stable. Neural connections active. And in the center—an AI construct shaped like a woman. My mother’s voice. The Architect. “If you’re seeing this, IV-9, then you made the wrong choice.”

"It was a Lure. The Scrap-Lords weren't the real threat." Suddenly, every data-cell in the Origin Tower turned a Blinding, Sterile White. A voice—cold, digital, and infinitely more powerful than the White Wolf—echoed through the minds of everyone in the Sovereign Valley. "Sovereign-Subject 1.0 identified. Error detected in 'Biological-Integration'. Initiating 'Remote-Recall' of the Alpha-Soul." Elara’s body suddenly went rigid. Her golden eyes turned a terrifying, blank white. "Julian... help..." she gasped.

Penelope circled the room, flashlight darting over control panels and embedded drawers. One caught her eye, no power indicator, no screen. Manual latch. She popped it open. Inside: a slim drawer of hardcopy files. Old-school. Labeled by hand. She pulled the one on top black folder, silver embossed: LUX PROTOCOL // PHASE ONE She flipped it open. Top page: biometric charts. Notes on “suggestibility thresholds” and “symbolic anchoring in post-trauma subjects.” She turned another page. Then I stopped cold.

“They sent it after the ones who fought back. To collect what was left.” The thing took a step forward. The ground shuddered under its weight. Ronan felt the chamber’s pull tighten again—not yanking, not dragging, but aligning. Testing responses. Measuring distance. “This isn’t the end of the lab,” he said quietly. “It’s the failsafe.” The construct stopped. Then tilted its head. And in a voice not spoken aloud—but pushed directly into Kiera’s mind—it said: “Subject Eleven. Return to position.” Kiera screamed silently as the pull surged.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

She was tired and needed to rest by the time the call was coming to an end. “Is there anything else you need to report?” Chairwoman Kathrine Jones asked. “Yes ma’am. There is one more thing. All of the special ops personnel take a drug called K-101.” Hope ran a trembling hand over her face. “It allows whoever uses it to tap into super abilities, as in strength and speed. A normal human can become as fast and strong as us.” Hope was referring to the supernatural and not just the Weres or vampires.

Even though I am sure that I would do the same if I were in his situation, we have to stop her. Matthew made her sleep. He took Sophia to the room and asked the staff to watch over her. After that, we went to a room to prepare the future plan. "They are not at his house," Noella informed us as she showed us the footage. "They may be somewhere, and Cjay is a captive there," Shiela commented. "That's for sure." Noella, check out all the old buildings surrounding the area. "They may be hiding there now." Aycxe ordered that Noella do it quickly.

TAKEN- Final They had gotten to the location they already set, waiting for their prey. Stella was really happy she was gonna end all this. Marcus already got their ticket and she already has her stuff ready too. After she was done with Jenifer, she was gonna give Spencer the order to to kidnap Flora. Every other thing would be when she gets back with her husband. She knew Marcus would have found out then that she still had her baby. Whatever his reaction was would determine the next step she was going to take in releasing Flora.