Novel & Cerita Scp-154

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.”

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.

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.

All the doubt, anger, and suspicion vanished in the face of that tiny, frail voice. Officer Holt's voice came urgently through my phone. "Sophia, we see him! He's in the hidden chamber of Unit 1204! Hold on tight! We'll organize a breach immediately and—" "It's too late," I interrupted. "Professor Walker's system is linked to mine. He just triggered a self-destruct program. In 15 minutes, the oxygen in that hidden chamber will run out." "What?" "Officer Holt," I uttered with a newfound numbness, "only I can save him now."

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

[Xavier] "I have narrowed down the list of suspects", Sebastian said as he handed him the file. He scanned them. There were 15 names in total. All of them were human, but beside one name, it was written: dormant. Before Xavier could question, Gail, a professor and former Beta in Silvercreek Pack, said, "His name is Axel Saunders. He has been telling everyone that he is a human, but our special team had detected him behaving suspiciously. He has been seen going out of the campus frequently and in the town, to a run-down motel of sorts".

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

[Author's note: All the dialogues enclosed within asterisk are commmunicated through telepathy. So, even if the words said, roared, etc are used it is to be assumed that they are communicated through telepathy!] R-18 was busy working on the new project, assigned to him by his master when his mate S-15 mind-linked. *Your hostage is causing a ruckus. She has come out of the cell. Unfortunately, F-20 has seen this. You know how much he hates humans. I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you*