Scp-285 Novels & Stories

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

When Julianna approached, his eyes flickered open. “Julianna?” he whispered. “Is it really you?” Julianna gasped. “Elias? But how?” Old memories flicked across her face. Pain. Relief. Recognition. I started cutting through the restraints. “We can get the details later,” I said. “This place is collapsing.” Lyra yelled from the doorway, “We need to shut down the entire facility! If we kill the power, every supernatural gets released!” “Engine room?” I asked.

He pleaded. “No, Sister Soheila gave us some a while ago. She said that it would help us if we're in danger.” He took out a black circle, still holding Hannah. “How do you use this?!” He had forgotten what Soheila had told him. While figuring out how to use it, Stark suddenly flew backward and smashed on a wall. He became small like a normal bird. His pale pink feathers turned red due to blood. “Stark!” Hansel yelled and was about to run towards them. When all of a sudden, a pair of hands held his shoulder down and someone took Hannah away from him.

Carmilla whispered, her melodic voice trembling with a chaotic emotion she couldn't identify. Astrid’s lips curved into a tired, sharp grin. "Yeah. But I’m your animal for the next ten minutes. Can you walk?" Before Carmilla could answer, the red emergency lights in the corridor suddenly turned a solid, blinding white. A mechanical, cold female voice echoed from the ceiling speakers: “Vault perimeter breached. Lord Gorgon’s automated security protocols initialized. Deploying defense drones in three, two, one...” Deep down the corridor, the sound of metal clicking and heavy machinery spinning up signaled that the real nightmare of the mansion was about to wake up.

I asked, my voice dropping to a low growl. "The transport is scheduled for about 720 minutes. You have exactly eight hours." Eight hours. "It’s a trap," I whispered. I felt a presence behind me before I heard her. Sera hadn't moved back. She was standing so close I could feel the cold air she had brought with her from the hallway. I turned slowly and saw her face. She looked like she had been struck. Her eyes were fixed on the monitor, reading the words Primary Target: Gideon and Execution Protocol.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

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 stairs are narrow, the metal grating cold under my boots. Twenty feet. Thirty. The light from the viewing room fades to a gray square above us. Gabriel is right behind me. I feel his presence, hear the steady rhythm of his breathing. Forty feet. The stairs end. We are in a corridor. Concrete. Reinforced. At the end sits a steel door with another biometric scanner. Above it, etched into the metal: THE BLACK SWAN REGISTRY — 1988-2026 AUTHORIZED ACCESS: PATRICK BENNETT / ISLA BENNETT

She wasn't selling objects. She was selling us. A hand grabbed my elbow—Nolan in a waiter's uniform. "Vault's below the east wing. Claudette's breaching now." Jeff stiffened as Daniela's voice carried across the room: "And for our final lot... the original prototype." The screen changed. Security footage played—me, strapped to a table in Ryans' lab, screaming as they carved into my spine. *"Subject D-28. Fully operational conditioning. Bidding starts at—"*

"The transformation. What triggered it. Why you became that creature." "I know what happened. Your serum is broken. It's killing me and turning me into a monster." "It's not broken." The elevator slows. Stops. "It's working exactly as designed. You just never understood the design." The doors open onto a massive chamber. My breath catches. The room is enormous. Cathedral sized. The ceiling disappears into darkness above us. But what fills the space makes my blood run cold. Screens. Dozens of them. Covering every wall. Each one displaying different information. News footage. Government documents. Military reports. Satellite imagery. All of it showing the same thing.