Scp-331 Novels & Stories

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

I stood up, smoothing the midnight silk of my gown, my eyes fixed on the security monitor. Hauer’s face appeared on the screen. He wasn't smiling anymore. He looked like a man who had seen a "Neural Irregularity" and decided to call it a "Emergency." "Panni," Hauer said, his voice distorted by the Spire's comms. "The biometric alarms in your suite are critical. Jinyan’s vitals have flatlined into a neuro-vegetative state. For your safety, we are initiating a manual breach of the sector. The medical regency begins now."

logic beneath the sanitization. A voice echoed from the white walls—the same harmonious, terrifying chord from before. "Alpha-Regent Silas Blackwood. You are identified as a Primary Contaminant. Your rejection of the Sovereign unit created the initial entropy. You are a chaotic variable that cannot exist in the Second Phase. Please remain still for decommissioning."

she said calmly and professionally. “Dr. Vance.” Lyra’s tone matched hers exactly. Neither of them moved closer than necessary. “We’re initiating a response protocol,” Elira continued. “You’ll be required in Observation Chamber Three.” Lyra didn’t react immediately. She studied her instead. “Based on what?” she asked. There was a brief pause then… “Unregistered synchronization between subject A-01 and your biometric pattern.” There it was. This was never imagined nor isolated. It was real and well analyzed. Lyra felt it land, but didn’t let it show.

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.

Maybe the people who live here are at work now. I have to think positively. I taking a deep breath, then ventured into stepping outside and looked for room number 333. It wasn't that hard to find. So it didn't take long, I was able to find room 333. Well, now I'm in front of that room. I looked right and left, but there was no one. Right now, I hesitate to go in there. "I'm so stupid, how come I want to be cheated! Should I just go back? I don't know, what's in there? What if there is a serial killer? I'm doomed. It won't work, I'll just go home."

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

I turned around to leave but it was too late, they were three of them which stood in front of me. “Hi, can I help you?” I said a bit shaken. "The boss wishes to see you upstairs in the upper room." One of the replied. Crap! Mariano definitely told me to stay away from the upper rooms and now someone up there wished to see me, how do I get away from this mess? Where is Guzman when I needed him most?

“Do what you must. But if you drag my family into this any further, i might just betray you.” I let her leave. She was useful but not irreplaceable. But, I wasn’t ready to start a national war. Once the door shut, I tapped another code into the phone. This time around, a secure line. It rang twice. Then a voice answered, low and mechanical. “Status?” I stared out the window, watching the city pulse like a living thing beneath my feet. “Delphinium has been compromised,” I said. “But I have contingencies. Subject Thirty-One is still active. Find her. Eliminate her if necessary. And bring Skyla to me, alive.”