Scp-298 Novels & Stories

Edward closed his eyes. Then— “Yes.” Everyone stopped. “What was it?” “Rehabilitation facility.” “For?” “Neurological trauma.” Elena. Nicholas looked at the security image again. “She wasn’t kidnapped.” “We don’t know that,” Evelyn said. “No.” He pointed at the screen. “But she wanted us to recognize Chase.” I nodded. “And she gave us a number.” Gabriel said, “Facility 210 is still owned through C.A.” “Current operator?” He clicked.

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:

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

He raised his satellite phone to his ear and spoke in a low, emotionless tone: “The target is securely inside the cage. Rebirth Phase Two: Host Integration. Initiate twenty-four-hour surveillance. Do not make contact or interfere until the child is born. That child… is the true subject we have been waiting for these past thirty years.” The mysterious figure vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a threat far greater and more terrifying than anything Mavric and Liora had faced so far a dark cloud looming over the “normal” life they had only just begun to build. END OF CHAPTER 170.

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

"Check the safe behind Voss's portrait. It's... it's all there." Jeff's jaw tightened. "Trap." I was already moving. The portrait hung crookedly near the DNA sequencer—a younger Voss smirking beside a bassinet. The safe behind it opened with Nolan's keycode. Inside lay a single vial of blood and a leather-bound journal. The label on the vial read: Original Source - Daniela Perez. The journal fell open to a dog-eared page: *"The child resists the modifications. Her cellular structure rejects the enhancements. We must terminate and begin again with Subject D-29."*

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

Her smooth, rounded body relaxed into me with no opposition. "This ends tonight," I said. And for an instant, I did. *** Meanwhile… Emmaline Shaw – Private Server Room, Underground Facility The emergency messages streamed across her screens in waves of cascading red. ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED PROTOCOL FAILURE - CODE X900 ASSET TRACE: INITIATED She looked at the cascade of information streaming in—Eric's scan had touched off an irreversible chain reaction. "Shut it down!" she exclaimed. "But ma'am—"

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.

Rows of freezers hummed quietly under emergency power. Jack pulled on gloves. “You said they stashed evidence here?” “Biological backups. Tissue samples. Lab logs they couldn’t risk transmitting.” He opened the first drawer. A human hand floated in fluid, tagged *Test B-14: Noncompliant Male. Terminated.* He exhaled. “What exactly were you people making?” “Obedience.” Jack opened a second drawer. “This isn’t research. It’s a graveyard.” Vesper replied quietly, “And yet no one came looking until I escaped.”