Scp-263 Novels & Stories

Victor replayed the footage of Evelyn leaving the estate again. And again. He noticed the subtle tension in her expression. Something troubled her. Something she wasn’t sharing. Victor’s instincts sharpened. “You’re hiding something.” He walked back to the desk and opened a new file on the computer. The screen displayed a report from the research records he had requested earlier. Project Aurora. Genetic trials. Sixteen failed subjects. One surviving result. Victor tapped the desk slowly. The code appeared again on the screen. S-V-017 He stared at it for a long moment.

It was the distinct, high-frequency hum of a heavy industrial lift moving through the core shaft of the building. Julian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the primary system diagnostic monitor. A small, blue indicator light had begun to flash at the bottom of the column. EXTERNAL ACCESS: SERVICE ELEVATOR 4. AUTHORIZATION: FEDERAL TACTICAL ENTRY VECTOR. LOCATION: LEVEL 24... RISING. "The FBI," Clara breathed, her heart slamming against her ribs once again. "They're coming up. Julian, if they clear the 28th floor, they'll find us locked in here with Dominic's men."

Like something had crawled out and skittered into the main intake vents. Anji stepped into the center of the room. The static he’d been fighting all day peaked here, a screeching crescendo that forced him to his knees. He gripped his head, his vision turning to jagged slices of red light. Through the blur, he saw a flickering projection against the far wall—the terminal logs, left running since Sutherland’s demise. Gen-Zero Experiment: Neural Syphon. Target: Sustenance via consciousness transfer. Current Host Status: Parasitic.