Scp-265 Novels & Stories

Once the intruder was close, Shawn opened a glass box attached to the wall and pressed a red button. Chloroform was quickly released into the living room through hidden pipes. This was to ensure that the intruder got weak or unconscious once he got to the living room. At this time though, Queen was in the living room, heading toward the door that led to the attic. She suddenly began to feel weak and dizzy. She looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. At this point, the door leading to the attic was opened. She turned to face the intruder but fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

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."

“Good. Let them know we see them. Let them know their glass prison is now a fishbowl, and I am the piranha. I am done playing spy games in the shadows of my own home. This is my territory. My rules. If they want a war of attrition, of whispers, I will give them a war of annihilation. In the light.” He moved to his desk, activating a secure line. “Eleanor? Initiate ‘Cicada.’ Yes, now. Full protocol. Authorisation Rogers-Alpha-Zero-Nine. And get me the head of Blacklight Solutions. I want a physical sweep team here in ninety minutes. Tell them to bring hardware. The kind that makes a mess.”

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

A thin red line was moving across it. “That’s not a security alarm.” Marcus stared. “It’s a containment failure.” Victor’s face changed. “She’s getting out.” My blood went cold. “Who?” Victor looked directly at me. “The First Serael.” The corridor shook violently. A deep sound came from beneath the floor. Like something ancient had just awakened. Marcus stepped backward. “We have to leave.” Lucien pulled me toward the exit. “Then let’s move.” We reached the archive room. Marcus slammed his hand against the wall.

"And where is this variance key, Ms. Voss?" "It’s in the room," Scarlett said, her hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out the silver cipher pendant she had taken from Danny before they left the vehicle. She held it up, the metal catching the sterile, fluorescent light of the hotel ceiling. "This pendant contains the mechanical sequence Raymond Voss used to calibrate the master microphone in 1996. It’s a physical pitch pipe, Miller. If you don't adjust the terminal’s input line to match the specific frequency variation stamped into the back of this casing while Xavier speaks the phrase, the drive will execute a total thermal lockdown sequence in exactly forty-five seconds."

The heat was unbearable, the stale air thick with dust. "You are one minute away," Cyber informed me. “There is one more turn before the vault.” “Easy for you to say,” I grumbled under my breath. “Try crawling through five inches of dirt and sweat, then get back to me.” The vibration of my bracelet confirmed I was close. I reached the final turn and spotted the metallic tile Cyber had mentioned. The adhesive wallpaper concealed the opening, but I quickly peeled it back, revealing the screws holding the tile in place. “Agent 64, I am going to disable the cameras in the room for three minutes. Deactivate the locks of the vault and Grab the diamonds,” Cyber said.

A new voice, distorted and mechanical, crackled through the nursery’s speakers, bypassing the Faraday shielding entirely. “Sovereign identified,” the voice rasped. “Initiating Harvest Phase Two.” Damian’s smile vanished. For the first time since I entered this cage, I saw a flicker of something in his expression that looked remarkably like fear.