Scp-118 Novels & Stories

‘FOURTH SESSION WITH SUBJECT 11, APRIL 4TH 1996 TIME : 14:30 IN ATTENDANCE : PROFFESSOR THOMAS MOORE, TODD LAVERY AND SUBJECT 11 (SUBJECT 11 APPEARS RELAXED AND CALM. PROFFESSOR MOORE HAS TAKEN HER UNDER. SHE SHOWS NO SIGNS OF AGITATION OR DISCOMFORT. ) PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? SUBJECT 11: I AM CLAUDINE. PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHERE IS AMELIA?

the third figure tell his companions Name: Lillian Carter Age: 17 D.O.D: June 9, 2000 Father: Deceased Mother: Married, lives in seattle Location: last seen in California "Why does this look like that human girl our predecessors had here some years ago?" The first cloaked figure asked "Because it is. It seems subject 114 isn't the only one compatible with serum H." "This is good, we can use her to create the soldiers he's looking for. Lets send some men to retrieve her instantly.

Then the light turned green, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a small, sterile room filled with monitors still humming faintly on backup power. A single terminal blinked with an open message. WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT E-01. Isabella’s breath caught. “It recognizes me…” She approached the terminal and hesitated before typing: ACCESS FILES. The screen responded: AUTHORIZED. DISPLAYING PERSONAL RECORD. Alexander came closer. Together they read: > SUBJECT: ECHELON-01 Genetic model optimized for memory transfer and adaptive cognition. Host origin: Classified.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

asked Joseph after the introductions. “I’m not sure, maybe. Would you mind if I try?” Trisha behaved like a princess, all silk and honey. “Not at all,” Ann replied. She aimed her phone cam at the couch and giggled, showing me the screen. The SLS had detected two humanoid shapes sitting on the couch, two more standing behind it and two smaller ones, standing by the left side of the couch. It was like a family portrait in stick figures. “It can!” I cried, excited. “Lizzie, would you please raise your hand?”

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.”

So unlike her parents,so strange and closed off. I have heard more rumblings from the servants of her strange tendencies.One of them followed her on her most recent sojourn in the dead of night.He followed her,in the bitter cold to the fountain in the garden where she apparently began to pray to some heathen Egyptian deity! I must really speak to Charles about this.That poor girl is not well. January 11, 1811

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.