Scp-153 Novels & Stories

Sasha walked to the end of the corridor and stopped before an empty tank. “And here?” “The cell of the rejected model. The only one that tried to escape before full stabilization. It left three scientists in comas. It is contained in a sealed chamber beneath the laboratory. But… if you want, I can take you there.” Sasha crossed his arms. Jaw clenched. The smell of old blood still hung in the air. “Not now. Before that, I want the files. Everything. Project details, activation codes, obedience protocols, documented failures.” “Yes, sir.”

[Scene 6: Suspense] We pulled apart as a low-frequency hum vibrated through the concrete slab. One of the obsidian ships had entered the harbor, its bow cutting through the water with terrifying precision. A single beam of black light—a negative-spectrum laser—shot out from the ship, scanning the ruins of the mansion. It stopped on us. "They’ve locked onto the somatic signature," Dante muttered, his hand going to the master drive still embedded in my wrist. "They aren't sending a diplomat, Ivy. They're sending a Retrieval Unit."

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”

"...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up." It's the last thing I read, before my scout is discovered, and then deleted from existence. I'm not worried about the scout being found and erased; it's purpose is to gain information without being detected. If found, it ejects random I.P addresses in five different areas of the world. So I know I'm safe. I also know that Celia is in a lot more danger than I think I was. If she's been leveled up, it means the chemical baths are the next thing for her.

However, considering the circumstances, this mission is continuing to make me break more and more standard operating procedures. A few minutes later, as we pull onto Interstate 40, I get a response from Zeke. “Vic = Stephanie Webber. 21 female. Found in room 669, by housekeeper, 45 minutes ago. No T.O.D. estimate yet.” “Captain Hammer’s nipples,” I curse. “We’ve been on this assignment barely a week, and Nick’s already running circles around us.” “You’re just upset he’s killing people, and you aren’t,” Mary Sue replies.

She looked at Calvin and mouthed a ‘thank you. While Sven let out a deep sigh before he faced the screen. “As you can see, these three were working with us. This is Dr. Corrine Emmet,” He pointed at the woman, “she’s thirty-one years old, a human who was born and raised here. She’s also part of Brenner’s team working closely with the development of D-15,” Sven now points to the second photo. “As well as Dr. Johann Goldbloom, he was thirty-five and came from Ivslight. Both of them were working with us for two years now. The third person is, Alex Holtz, twenty-seven, a Valfari and an Alpha, he was a member of our security team and was working for us for eight months until the burglary happened

It was the souls of my ancestors, the memories of the forest, the dreams of the Omegas—all reduced to flickering pulses of light in a jar. "This is it," I said, walking toward the center of the room where a massive, crystalline core was spinning. "This is where they're keeping her." "Kaima, look out!" A beam of blue light shot from the ceiling, slamming into the floor inches from my feet. I looked up to see Mr. Vane standing on a glass catwalk, his silver pocket watch open in his hand. He wasn't alone. Behind him stood a dozen security droids, their weapon-arms humming with lethal energy.

Turns to the next cell. I want to pull her away. Shield her from this. But I know better. This is her purpose. Her choice. Her power used the way it was always meant to be. To save. To heal. To grant mercy when there's no other option. We extract five survivors. The other three are too corrupted. Too far gone. Neah grants them peace. Upstairs, my wolves plant charges. Sera downloads every file from the servers. Theo secures the physical records. "Facility is rigged," Jax reports. "Ready to blow on your command."

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.”

Pure horror crossing her face. Emma noticed immediately. "What is it?" Rachel didn't answer. She simply handed over the page. Emma looked down. And froze. It wasn't a report. It wasn't a photograph. It was a recent surveillance image. Taken only three months ago. The photograph showed a young woman stepping out of a black car. Her face was partially hidden. But visible enough. Emma's breath stopped. Because the young woman looked exactly like her. And written beneath the photograph were five terrifying words: SUBJECT THREE HAS AWAKENED.