Scp-208 Novels & Stories

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

Matthew replied, "Every information network in the facility can only be accessed by local channels here!" They finally reached a section of pods with a Label Y. They both looked up and saw the subject Y-23T2 still unconscious within. The same dark skin human-looking fiend who caused major chaos some days ago, laying on the other side of the barrier. Matthew dabbed on his watch. Several panels of information manifested in front of him, all with Yaksha's information on it. He also clicked on the button beside the pod until a woman's figure manifested in front of them. Her features and movement were too mechanical to be a human's.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

"If the world sees me as a myth—why do men keep trying to make me human?" Lorenzo reached out. Touched her face. "Because they’re afraid of what you become when you stop pretending." A breath. Almost a kiss. Then not. Because a sound interrupted them. A beep. Encrypted. Matteo’s channel. Lorenzo picked it up. "What is it?" Matteo's voice was gravel. "We have a problem. Project DIO wasn’t isolated." "There’s another lab." "And they’ve already extracted Subject 02." Lorenzo's spine went ice.

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

He raised his satellite phone to his ear and spoke in a low, emotionless tone: “The target is securely inside the cage. Rebirth Phase Two: Host Integration. Initiate twenty-four-hour surveillance. Do not make contact or interfere until the child is born. That child… is the true subject we have been waiting for these past thirty years.” The mysterious figure vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a threat far greater and more terrifying than anything Mavric and Liora had faced so far a dark cloud looming over the “normal” life they had only just begun to build. END OF CHAPTER 170.