Scp-297 Novels & Stories

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

“Perfection built on obedience isn’t peace. It’s a cage too clean to notice.” The door swung open, slamming against the wall. Ralia stumbled in, dripping rainwater, breath coming fast as if she’d outrun the storm itself. “I found the source,” she gasped. “The AI’s core hub—Geneva, under the old Helix tower.” Her hands shook as she slid a tablet across the table. A model of a neural network rotated on the screen, its center pulsing red like a wounded heart. “But that’s not everything,” Ralia said. “During the last upload, a second consciousness signature appeared. Human. And… Sophia, the biometric markers match yours.”

The strange symbol on the baby’s forehead had begun glowing. The underground chamber responded. Lights flickered on one by one. Then a screen appeared on the far wall. A single sentence appeared. TARGET ACQUIRED. Seraphina froze. Another line appeared. ORIGINAL TARGET: LUCIEN VIRELLI. Her heart dropped. Victor stared at the screen. “No…” A third line appeared. SECONDARY TARGET: SERAPHINA SERAEL VALE. Then another. TERTIARY TARGET: SUBJECT ZERO-D. Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment

Belle placed a call to Simon. She discovered that Subject 027 was experiencing an unprecedented situation where her heart rate became unstable, repeatedly rousing her from her coma. Subject 027 appeared to be forcefully awakened by nightmares before quickly returning to sleep. Simon explained, "It's happened three times now. She would be in stable condition one moment, and her heart rate would skyrocket the next. "She would also suddenly sit upright in bed and stare straight ahead, but she remained unresponsive to us. And a few seconds later, she would immediately fall back into a slumber."