Scp-251 Novels & Stories

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

“Alright.” As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery returned—an unnatural sound, too rhythmic to be background noise. Damien's hand instinctively rested on his weapon. Aurora moved closer, tense but composed. Then, they found it. A large, circular vault door stood at the end of the hallway, with a biometric scanner and rusted keypad. The sign above read: SUBJECT NULL – RESTRICTED. LEVEL 6 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. Damien’s heart pounded. “We’re here.”

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.

“We’re trapped.” Damien started typing at the main console, hands moving fast. “No, not yet. If I can override the security system, I might be able to shut down the protocol.” I glanced at the screens. One showed the guard still moving through the hall. Another showed the vault, where the message still pulsed on the monitor: SERAPH PROTOCOL: REACTIVATED. “Whatever this thing is,” I said, “it’s not just guards.” He didn’t look up. “No. It’s worse.”

A heavy silence filled the room. The family had believed they were close to ending the nightmare. Instead… They had only uncovered its first layer. A loud beeping interrupted the room. One of the researchers looked up from a console. “Dr. Voss.” She hurried over. “What is it?” “We’ve intercepted encrypted communications.” The monitor displayed a decoded transmission. TARGET ONE: GENESIS VAULT TARGET TWO: SURVIVING CHILDREN TARGET THREE: DAMIEN DE LUCA Below it appeared one final line. ALL TARGETS TO BE ELIMINATED BEFORE SUNRISE

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

Rows of transparent cylinders lined both sides of the chamber, each standing nearly three meters tall. Every cylinder was empty. Or at least... most of them. William stopped walking. Near the far end of the room, one cylinder still contained something. A human silhouette. Floating motionlessly inside pale blue liquid. Stefan's face turned pale. "My God..." Camelia hurried toward the control console beside it. The display flickered to life the moment she approached. SUBJECT STATUS: TERMINATED PRESERVATION COMPLETE She slowly looked back toward the cylinder. The figure inside was impossible to identify.

I ran for the door but stopped dead. Three Council guards stood in the hallway. And behind them, Dr. Helena Cross. "What's going on?" I demanded. "We received an energy spike alert. This entire building registered a Class Five surge." Dr. Cross looked past me at Lucia. "The battery is failing?" "It's overloaded. We need the trainers to drain it." "Sarah and Marcus left yesterday. Emergency in another territory." One guard stepped forward. "We're authorized to take the child into protective custody until the situation is stabilized."

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

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.”