Scp-407 Novels & Stories

They clicked the first. “Subject 004 shows signs of resistance. Recommendation: emotional suppression. Begin auditory dissociation training at Level 3. Continue pharmacological schedule.” Sera covered her mouth. Adrian stared at the screen like it was a weapon. It was. Against both of them. “What did they do to us?” she whispered. Adrian stood slowly. Walked to the window. The city glowed below them. So alive. So far from what they’d been. He pressed his hand to the glass.

Broken glass on the floor, files all wet with the water that has drained from a very large aquarium-like object that must have once been so big, it fit a full-grown human. Dr West was running like a crazy person from one end to the other, trying to find something which seemed important to him. "What are you waiting for you idiot? Sound the alarm! Subject 40 is gone!" He said breathing heavily whilst raising his arms in panic. Subject 40 was the lady that is being kept by the wolves I thought to myself, grinning at the thought that I was once again in luck. Chaos is what I need to bring Dr Write out of his office and closer to the exit door where I would easily force him to follow me.

No matter how handsome he is, I shouldn't be dazzled because he seems to be the one who kidnapped me. I don't know what he needs from me. I just saw him now so it's impossible that I'm in arrears with him and even though I'm artistic and cursed, I'm not that bad to be kidnapped! But maybe he's one of my creepy stalkers? I was startled when our eyes met again. He smirked as he looked at my body as if he could see me undressed in front of him. I couldn't wrap my arms around my body, so I backed away. I was only a few steps away but I immediately stopped because my body seemed to stiffen, my legs stopped walking on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

The heavy boots pounded against the metal grating. They were close. "This way," I hissed. I pulled Elena into the shadow of a support pillar just as three armored guards rounded the corner. They held stun batons that crackled with blue electricity. They weren't looking for a lost patient. They were looking for a target. "Subject 404 is missing," one of them shouted. "Seal the exits." Elena trembled against me. She covered her ears and hummed a frantic, broken tune to block out the noise.

"Sophia, these aren't just medical samples. This is a standing army of hollow men. A harvest ready for the reaping." At the dead center of the vaulted hall, they discovered the grim source of the empire’s power: Subject Zero-Prime. He was a withered, parchment-skinned man, ancient beyond reckoning, suspended in a massive cylindrical tank of glowing, neon-gold neural-gel. His skull was a thicket of a thousand fiber-optic cables, his brain pulsing with a frantic, artificial light. He had been kept in a state of perpetual, conscious agony for over fifty years—the original, tortured mind from which every "Shadow Protocol" and neural-mapping algorithm had been bled. He was the battery for a globa

she rasped, her voice sounding like two stones grinding together. ​She wasn't alone. Standing over her was a man in a dark tactical bodysuit, his face obscured by a high-tech visor. He didn't have a family insignia, but I recognized the gear. The Scourge. The man didn't even look at me. He was reaching for a heavy, pneumatic injector on his belt. "Subject 07 is entering a terminal flare," he said into his comms. "Requesting immediate extraction and sedation. The project is unstable." ​The coldness of it, the way they spoke about children as if they were faulty machinery, sent a wave of white-hot fury through my veins.

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

I scrambled, ripping the fabric, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Bianca! Run!" Dante tried to stand, but the sand gave way beneath him. A third harpoon thudded into the dune behind him. Then a fourth. They weren't aiming to kill. They were building a cage. "Subject 402 and 403 identified," a voice boomed from the lead ship. It wasn't an AI. It was a man. A human voice, filled with a decade of accumulated hate. "Deploy the Neutralization Gas. We want the Butcher alive for the trial."

June cried, hugging him tight. Then a cold shadow fell over them. The girl 04 was standing at the edge of the crater. She did not look like a girl anymore. The girl 04 was taller now. Her skin had this black glow. The girl 04s eyes were not purple or brown like they used to be. They were blood red now. The girl 04 said "The joining is finished." The girl 04s voice was really deep. It did not sound like a kids voice all. "Thank you Sister," the girl 04 said. "I could not have opened the door from the side without your help."

"This is the Vanguard Directive. All passengers and crew of Freight 404, step away from the carriages immediately. We are searching for an unregistered temporal anomaly. Non-compliance will be met with terminal force." Anaya gripped the gunmetal cylinder tightly against her chest. The hunters were at the door, and the countdown was still ticking.