Scp-215 Novels & Stories

Delta Commander replied. “The portals closed abruptly, which means that the invasion was interrupted.” Xena said. “Unfortunately, there is a lot we do not know.” Delta Commander replied. A nervous murmur took over the briefing room. I knew that I was not going to find answers here. “Can we see the bodies of the creatures, if there are any?” I asked. “We need to know what we are dealing with.” Delta Commander looked irritated but did not address me directly. “As a matter of fact, I have used the initiative to call on Dr. Strahovsky. She is the Head Medical Researcher of Diagnostic Engineering Neurobiology. DEN.” Delta Commander said.

“They’re waiting.” Lucian studied the cars too. Then, unexpectedly, he exhaled. “They weren’t supposed to move yet.” Rowan caught that immediately. “You didn’t order this?” Lucian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “No.” That meant only one thing. Victor was accelerating. Sebastian’s voice suddenly came through Rowan’s earpiece. “They’ve activated secondary containment. This isn’t a retrieval anymore.” Rowan’s tone dropped. “Define containment.” “Digital wipe. Identity transfer. She disappears tonight.”

"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."

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

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.

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.

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.

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.

To find Natalie or Ash or just anyone, anyone that could give me some information about what was going on. Debris started falling from the sky so I ran, every instinct was telling me to run north, but for some reason all I could do was run towards the south. I must have run for hours and it was when I was rounding just an ordinary red brick one-story house that I notice something strange. Cooper was lying on the ground, and looked as though he was having a fit, but something stood in front of him, something slightly blurring, as though half in this world and another. Cooper continued wriggling and writhing on the ground as if some demonic being was trying to take control of his body. That’s