Scp-221 Novels & Stories

My boots squeaked against the polished floor as we moved deeper into the labyrinth. Jeff’s hand hovered near his sidearm. “Stay close.” The door at the end of the hall was unmarked. The keycard unlocked it with a soft click. The room beyond was part lab, part shrine. Glass tanks lined the walls, each filled with amber liquid and— I staggered back, bile rising in my throat. Floating in the nearest tank was a girl who looked exactly like me. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair drifting around her face like seaweed. A tag on the tank read: *Subject D-28. Status: Viable.*

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.

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

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

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

The white-yellow ceiling lights suddenly turned red, making me feel uncomfortable in the stall. "ALERT! PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE. AN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN IS TAKING PLACE. SUBJECT MM2077 HAS ESCAPED FROM HIS CELL."

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.