Scp-285 Novels & Stories

"Don't. Just run. Take the sled in the back. Tessa knows the way." "I'm done running from men in suits," I said. I reached for the collar. My fingertips brushed the cold metal, and a surge of static electricity threw me back against the stone hearth. The room spun. My stomach cramped with a sharp, warning pain that made me cry out. Not now, I pleaded with the life inside me. Just five more minutes. "Target 802 pulse erratic," the speakers hissed. "Extraction protocol: Alpha. Execute." The silver blade hovering over Tessa’s throat dropped.

And in each observation room, paranormals are strapped to tables while scientists in hazmat suits run experiments. I see them drawing blood. Inserting tubes. Running energy tests that make the paranormals scream without sound. My father grips my arm so hard it hurts. "We need to move. Security rotates in ninety seconds." "Where's the stasis chamber?" Catherine asks Kieran. "Upper sublevel," Kieran says. "But the path isn't direct. And they've increased security since…" An alarm sounds. Not the gentle chime from before. This one is sharp. Immediate.