Scp-153 Novels & Stories

**SUBJECT V-09 | GESTATION: 34 WEEKS | TERMINATION REASON: "CARDIAC DEVIATION" His leather gloves creak around the fire axe. The first pod shatters with a sound like a dying scream, formaldehyde and fetal tissue sloshing across the tile floor. “Sixteen years.” Sixteen years of swallowing Arthur's lies about "medical research". The axe finds another pod. And another. Until…… A glint of steel behind the wreckage. The safe's biometric scanner still glows faintly green. Damien presses his thumb to the reader. Access granted. The files smell of mildew and betrayal.

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

“Why are you here, Katya?” “Because I didn’t agree with what they wanted to do next.” She reached into her jacket slowly and withdrew a data chip. “This holds everything,” she said. “Every lie. Every test. Every attempt they made to bury the truth. You deserve to know, Elara.” I took it from her with trembling fingers. But then—the lights flickered. And the wall monitor came to life again. A voice crackled through the static. “Asset Omega has been located. Engage containment protocol. Terminate secondary subject if resistance is detected.”

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.

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

She had embedded it with traps, firewalls, and redundancies only he could navigate. The final phase required a key: his biometric scan and Elena’s passphrase. He touched the reader. The machine hummed. A panel slid open, revealing a final prompt. **“State your purpose.”** Damien’s voice didn’t waver. “To bring the Queen back to her throne.” A low hum. The room vibrated. The fluid inside the containment pod swirled rapidly. Digital tendrils of Elena’s consciousness responded to the command, spiraling toward the surface of the fluid like lightning veins.

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."

Michael moved quickly toward the central controls again. “We’re out of time.” Adrian stepped beside him. “What are you doing?” Michael’s voice came sharp and urgent. “Triggering forced descent.” Victor looked toward him. “In English?” Michael slammed his hand against the control panel. “We’re dropping to the core level before that thing completes identification.” The chamber suddenly shook violently. Alarms exploded around them. The Collector turned instantly toward Michael. “UNAUTHORIZED OVERRIDE.” The little girl grabbed Amara’s hand again. “Go now!”