Scp-254 Novels & Stories

“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.

CHAPTER 56 The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury. Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?” The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”

It was glowing again, a frantic, warning violet. "It's a Divergent," David Vance said from his bunk, his voice filled with a new kind of terror. "An Architect that has been partially consumed by the Void. It’s a Biological Parasite now. It doesn't want the Key. It wants a host." The scratching sound moved to the hatch. The heavy steel wheel began to turn, the internal Pressure Seals (the rubber gaskets that keep water out) hissing as they were forced open from the outside. "It’s opening the door," Kazimir snarled. He shoved Elara behind him, his body becoming a literal shield between her and the hatch. "Mina, get the power back on! Now!"

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

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.

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.'"

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

“I hope so.” Hearing her reply, Matthew didn’t ask further about it. With that said, Theraphosa placed her hand on the door. The metallic grey door glowed green. The green glow then slowly shrunk with Theraphosa’s hand as the centre where it got brighter. A deep robotic voice echoed in the hall. “Identified: Theraphosa Arachne. Entrance permitted. *BEEP* *BEEP*! Detecting multiple unknown energy signatures. Entrance on hold. State your identities.”

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

“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.”