Scp-186 Novels & Stories

I placed his small hand against my chest “, you feel like mine.” He didn’t speak. But he didn’t pull away either. Meanwhile... Beneath Manhattan, in a bunker that reeked of power and rot, Maurice lit a cigar and smiled at the flickering screens. Thermal feeds. Four signatures. Three adults. One infant. “That’s them?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” the tech replied. “We confirmed Ethan, Sophia, Subject A-17... and the child.” Maurice’s grin widened. “A little family,” he muttered. “All tucked in.”

*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.”

I don't know if I will succeed in rescuing him because I'm sure the criminal who hid him there will surely hunt me for the failure I made in the job he has given me. Here are the front door entrance combinations: *0926# and *6104#. The study where he has hidden him is *6104#. There's a table inside the study, and inside the right drawer is the button to open the secret passage to the underground, where the man is. The light switch is also in the drawer. It will move on the right so you have to stand a little far after pressing the button. "It's positive that my dad is in the mansion?" I asked.

"Damian, look at this," I said, showing him the thermal imaging data. "Nine warm bodies in the facility. But vampires only documented eight children." "Could be staff. Vampire caretaker or security." "Thermal signature reads as child-sized. Human temperature patterns. And look at the location, it's isolated from both the protected children and the vampire personnel. Separate containment." I cross-referenced the data with Chrysalis Initiative records I'd managed to access through Guardian channels. Looking for any child matching the ninth presence. Any documentation of enhanced individuals with Elara's specific consciousness profile.

POV: Damien The monitors in the war room usually showed nothing but the quiet white snowy mountains But this morning, every screen was lit up playing a tape. Luca was typing so fast and his face was pale. "Boss, you need to see this. Silas isn't hiding anymore. He’s gone loud. He wants the whole world to watch." I walked over to the main console. On the center screen, a news report from the city was playing on a loop. The words at the bottom were bright red: SENIOR COUNCIL MEMBER KIDNAPPED.

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."

The monster gulps and moves forward to stand at the front. He lifts up the bag he is holding and I am surprised to see a human within the bag. “Why do you hold a human?” I ask as politely as possible. “It’s not just any human, it’s one of their humans, one of the important ones that the Ma Vista’s talk to.” I look at him in surprise, “And how did you find him?”

"It'll be a choice." Suddenly, the cables on the walls began to writhe like snakes. They detached themselves and moved toward us, their glass tips glowing with a predatory red light. "Intruder detected," a voice boomed—the voice of the Aethel-Group, but deeper, more mechanical. "Physical presence in the Source is a breach of contract. Initiating 'Format C:'" "They're going to wipe the whole thing right now!" Selene screamed. The Final Edit The room began to dissolve.

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.