Scp-318 Novels & Stories

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Luckily, these four were also new recruits who went down like dominoes getting hit by a pickup truck. The moment Jo turned back around, noting that they were at the exit for the twenty-eight floor, her IAC crackled, and then, a new voice was in her head. “Scott? Son? Are you really here?” “Dad!” Scott shouted, both aloud and through the IAC. “Yes. Do you know what floor you’re on?” “Scott, I really think you should leave. I don’t see how you can do this. We are surrounded by a few hundred Vampires at the moment, and Cassidy said it’s just you and Jo. You’ll never make it.”

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.

The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code. [ANALYZING_THREAT_PATTERN...] [TARGET: ALPHA_01] [WEAKNESS_IDENTIFIED: EMOTIONAL_LATENCY] "He can't hear you, Xander!" I screamed, my fingers flying through a translucent, golden HUD that was flickering with red warning signs. "The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!"

Between them, a child, maybe four or five, with soft features. And the eyes— The same storm-gray eyes as Christopher. Her breath caught. The air thickened. There was no date on the photo. No note. Just a silent, accusing stare. Aurelia. Ethan. And a child Isla never knew existed. She forced herself to keep looking. Behind the photo, a folded paper slipped out. She unfolded it carefully, pulse racing. Subject-317. Reassigned after disappearance. No recovery. Presumed dead. Terminated under Protocol-9. No further questions.

But as I moved, Evan's head snapped toward my position with uncanny accuracy. "There," he said, pointing almost exactly where I stood. "Right there, father. She's right there." "I don't see anything," Emma said, but her thoughts were uncertain now. A click- What if he's right? What if she really is here somehow? "Activate the containment protocols," Richard ordered, pulling out his phone. "If Evan's correct, if there really is someone with supernatural abilities in this room, we'll flush them out." I heard alarms begin to sound throughout the facility, heard the guards outside mobilizing, heard Richard giving orders to lock down the entire building. And I made a split-second decision.

“No, chère Saphira. I warned you. There are worse monsters than me.” Caelum’s voice was ice. “Why are you alive?” Lucien’s smile faded slightly. “Because I made myself useful.” The screen glitched. A new figure stepped into frame beside him. Tall. Unmoving. Face obscured by shadow. The mastermind. “Phase Three begins in twenty-four hours,” the voice said smoothly. “You will attend the briefing. Together.” “And if we don’t?” I demanded. The camera zoomed in on one terrified face in the third quadrant a young woman from my events team, hands bound, eyes pleading.

"Do you read?" Static. Then Kenji's voice, breaking up.ZERO: ...interference... massive energy spike... at the bottom... "Where is the Chairman?" ZERO: He's... inside the energy field. Level B-10. The Throne Room.But Sebastian... be careful. The readings... they aren't fully biological. It's like the Meteorite, but... conscious. Sebastian looked at Harper. "One last jump?" Harper looked at the rappelling cables hanging in the shaft. "After you, old man."

It wasn't just pointing to the East; it was pointing to something else—a third signal, faint but distinct, coming from the ocean. "System," she asked, "how many subjects were there?" The AI paused, its binary eyes shifting color. "Project Chimera consisted of three prototypes. Alpha (Lycan), Beta (Vampire), and Gamma (Siren). Warning: Subject 003-Gamma was terminated due to uncontrollable psionic capabilities. Status: Unknown." Scarlett exchanged a look with Caleb. The world was suddenly much bigger, and much more dangerous. They weren't just fighting for survival anymore; they were unearthing a conspiracy that spanned the entire globe.

"Where are you? Please call me." Another message came. "I know you found something. We need to talk." How did he know? I turned off my phone. On the plane, I found a paper I hadn't seen before. Newer. At the top it said "ACTIVATION PROTOCOL - PHASE THREE." Below that was tomorrow's date. And at the bottom: "Subject C-8 must return to base in 48 hours or the death sequence will start." They would kill me if I didn't come back.