Scp-410 Novels & Stories

Celeste: “Then they stay breathing. For now.” I turn to my family. Celeste: “New plan. We save the kids first. Then we rob the dead. Then we go to Romania. And then…” I smile like a storm about to break. “We carve the last four pieces out of the Forty-Eighth’s heart ourselves.” The HUD flashes once. 34 / 47 Locations acquired: - 3 in Hot Springs - 2 in Romania - 4 living hosts (extraction priority) - 4 with the Forty-Eighth

Cassian sat at the terminal in the basement office, alone, scrolling through data logs, photo IDs, subject reports. Then he saw it. Subject 0492F — Anaya Soren. Not Anais. Anaya. He clicked it open. Date of file: 14 years ago. Age: 11. Psychological suitability: high. Early signs of emotional suppression. Compliant under extreme stress. Ideal for long-term behavioral modulation. Cassian froze. The next note read: “Phase 3 completed. Memory partitioning successful. Final imprint: Subject has bonded to handler unit C.F. Memory adjustment parameters stable.”

Just a cot and a sink and a red surveillance dot blinking like a second heart. They shoved him inside. Hiss. Lock. Silence. --- RUINS – SAME NIGHT The storm had started inside Abigail long before the wind outside began to howl. Her hands trembled as she stared at the tablet screen. Static. Then a Citadel flag. Then... CONFIRMED: SUBJECT RU-Q3A-1120 – IN DETENTION. STATUS: CLASSIFIED. Abigail backed away from the table. A chair crashed behind her. ABIGAIL “No. No, no, no, he wasn’t supposed to get caught.”

Chemical conditioning. Then she found something that made her stop breathing. A handwritten note clipped to her file. Subject Twelve shows promise but maintains emotional attachments. Specifically to Subject Four. Recommend separation to complete conditioning. Below that, another note in different handwriting. Subject Four terminated. Subject Twelve's conditioning resumed. "Subject Four," Celeste whispered. "Who was Subject Four?" Her brother took the file. Searched through it. Found the roster. Ran his finger down the list. "Here. Subject Four. Enrolled age seven." He went quiet. "Real name: James Veritas."

Sophia’s hand trembled against the console. “It’s teaching us to breathe together.” The lights dimmed — then steadied, bright and even. The computers displayed a single phrase, scrolled in dozens of languages: WE BEGIN. Raven stared. “It’s making contact publicly.” Sophia swallowed. “No. It’s introducing itself.” --- Geneva — Detention Level 4 Sørensen sat against the cold concrete wall of his cell, listening. Even here, buried beneath layers of reinforced steel, the hum persisted. It wasn’t oppressive. It was almost kind.

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.

However, considering the circumstances, this mission is continuing to make me break more and more standard operating procedures. A few minutes later, as we pull onto Interstate 40, I get a response from Zeke. “Vic = Stephanie Webber. 21 female. Found in room 669, by housekeeper, 45 minutes ago. No T.O.D. estimate yet.” “Captain Hammer’s nipples,” I curse. “We’ve been on this assignment barely a week, and Nick’s already running circles around us.” “You’re just upset he’s killing people, and you aren’t,” Mary Sue replies.

“Now, put your hand on my forehead. Feel the true power of your soul.” I hesitated. The energy coming off of her was intense and almost overwhelming. But she was part of me, right? It should be safe. I reached out and placed my palm against her forehead. But the moment my skin made contact with her spectral fur, electricity shot through my entire body. Power flowed into me, through me, around me with such force I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even fathom what was happening. And then, like a switch had been flipped, everything went black.

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

The Penthouse. Takeshi Nakamura sat in a lotus position, floating slightly above the floor on a magnetic field. He didn't look old. In fact, he didn't look entirely human. His skin was smooth, synthetic polymer. His eyes were camera lenses, glowing red. He was connected to the city by a thousand cables plugging into his spine. [ ALERT: ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR 4 (SANYA). ] [ PROBABILITY OF STERLING PRESENCE: 85%. ]