Scp-254 Novels & Stories

"The boy bypassed a secure municipal grid in under ten seconds. His coding signature matches the incident at the Arctic Core five years ago." "And the girl?" A distorted voice replied from the speakers. The man switched cameras to the video of Mia hitting Julian with a shoe. "Subject Beta. Highly aggressive. Protective instincts confirmed. No overt powers displayed yet." "What about Subject Gamma?" "The little one? Aurora?" The man zoomed in on the black SUV leaving the school. Through the tinted windows, thermal imaging showed a small heat signature radiating intense energy—hotter than a normal human. "Subject Gamma is a nuclear reactor," the man whispered. "Energy readings are off the char

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."

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

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.

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.

Two techs in university hazmat gear approached with a stretcher. Jack stepped between them. “She’s calm. Don’t sedate her.” One tech nodded, the other pulled out a scanner. “Subject Forty-Two?” “She prefers Vesper,” Jack said. Vesper exhaled, climbed onto the gurney herself. As the straps tightened, she looked at Jack. Her voice was quiet. “They study monsters to create them.” He hesitated. “I’ll check on you.” She didn’t smile. “Don’t.” “You saved my life in there.”

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.”

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.