Scp-163 Novels & Stories

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."

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

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.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"

But he's too late and too far away. The creature raises one massive bear paw and, with a powerful stomp, smashes the rogue's head like a watermelon. The witch drawls with obvious delight, "Oh, that reminds me—do note that Subject B17 will attack indiscriminately. Anyone who isn't one of us is a target." She pauses, her smile widening. "Well, all the subjects will do that, actually." That's when I notice other cages rising from the ground at different intervals around the field. Large cages, dozens of them, appearing like some nightmare jack-in-the-box.

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

Subject 03A Codename: "Gabriel" Status: Retained – Off-grid Project Role: Behavioral Prototype – Enhanced Charisma / Empathic Control Noted behavior: Obedient. Cold. Hyper-intelligent. Potentially volatile. Last logged location: The Vault (Site-9) There was a single image attached. Then my breath became shallow immediately I saw the image, it reminded me of someone. He was really charming with caramel skin, jet-black hair, and those haunting silver-blue eyes.

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment