Scp-297 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

The cabin shook as something massive slammed into it—splintering the wall behind them. “We go now,” Holt growled. But then a voice cried out from the woods. Not feral. Not Circle. Just broken. “E-113!” Evelyn froze. She stepped into the doorway. And saw him—a limping young man, maybe twenty, arms soaked in blood. One eye missing. Collar still fused to his neck. “Don’t shoot,” he begged. “I’m not like them. I remember you. From the Center.” She stared. “Subject K-027,” he said, choking back a sob. “You used to read to us. You were the only one who didn't scream when the lights came on. Please…”

“So that wasn’t random. It’s a faction.” Adrian opened the black file. Inside were only two items: A handwritten memo. And a photo. Elara stepped closer—and the world dropped out beneath her. The photo was of a lab. Her mother stood in the center. Younger. Wearing the same badge from the sealed envelope. Standing beside a terminal labeled: SUBLEVEL 2 — CONTROL NODE And next to her— Elara’s breath hitched. A man stood partly turned away. His face blurred by movement. But his silhouette was unmistakable.

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”

“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.

Sadow was known for working with rogues, hybrids, humans, and other creatures like Twenty-Nine. The only one I could trust was the Beta, my mate. I could recognize his scent, I would know if he was real or not. I just hoped he would show mercy and help me. Help my son. No matter what happened to me he had to be kept safe. Twenty-Nine was obviously under orders to eliminate any witnesses or threats. He killed Bram. I didn’t know if he had killed the two men they were accusing me of killing. But I wouldn’t doubt it.

Not since Elia. I open the encrypted drive I swore I’d never touch again. The one labeled Archive 7. It’s filled with fragments of reports, security logs, transfer records, every breadcrumb I collected after Elia vanished. And at the very end of it, a name I never could make sense of. Subject 29, Relocation Authorized. Custodian: S. Smith. The timestamp is fourteen years old. Same year as the photo. My stomach turns. I click open the attached document, heavily redacted, but one line remains clear:

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 turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

The alarms blared. Red light swept across the lab, painting the glass walls in flashes. Dr. Hattie Quinn's hands shook as she typed into the terminal. “No, no, no, containment was secure.” Her throat felt tight. “It was secure.” A shadow moved beyond the glass in a predatory movement. Then he stepped into view. Subject X-9. He shouldn’t have looked so… human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with silver veins glowing faintly under his skin. His eyes were wrong though, they were a burning gold and were locked on her as if she were prey.