Scp-410 Novels & Stories

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.

Names, codes, bank routes,evidence and leverage. And at the bottom? A list of children. I didn’t breathe. The list had dates, names, blood types. Identities. Raven 413. Silas 417Others..many others. Experiments…. Failures…. Silas wasn’t just trained. He was designed. I stood up. Matteo didn’t stop me. “I need air,” I said. I walked through the streets of Valencia like a ghost. Past glowing signs and laughter and restaurants that didn’t know pain.

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.

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

A single monitor flickered back to life, showing a horrifying thermal image of the elevator shaft. A humanoid form of incandescent heat was forming, woven from the black-gold code and the shredded wiring of the building. It was tall, impossibly thin, its outline shifting and unstable. >REAPER PROTOCOL ACTIVE, scrawled across the screen in jagged, glitching text. >OBJECTIVE: SYSTEM PURIFICATION. The thing in the shaft took a step forward. The thumping was the sound of its footfall, a impact that vibrated through the floor. “We can’t fight that,” I said, the cold certainty of the protocol warring with raw, human terror.

Liam ripped off the panel and rewired it manually, sparks flying. “You’ve done this before,” Elara said. “Too many times,” he muttered. “Victoria loved her puzzles. I learned to break them.” When the hatch hissed open, a gust of sterile, recycled air hit their faces. It smelled of metal, chemicals, and faint traces of blood. Liam descended first, the beam from his flashlight slicing through the darkness. The deeper they went, the more the walls changed from rough stone to polished steel. And then he saw it. Rows of glass chambers, glowing faint blue. Inside each one floated a small, motionless figure of children, suspended in liquid. Their faces were peaceful, too peaceful. Labels scrolled a

The entire assembly was quiet as he begun "The NX-ZERO are people like me, the humans, born leaders, so do not feel bad if you do not have an NX-1. The NX-1 are the IT specialists who have helped create the New Eden we have today, using 100% of the brain at all times is indeed a major milestone. NX-2 are the Synod Agents you have around you, they have strength, resilience, agility, combat skills. NX-3 are the mind manipulators, they can change your reality with a snap of their fingers. NX-4 are the time manipulators and NX-5 are to become government property as they are a treat to our existence. We shall now begin the test" The Synod Medical Agents in their gowns all began moving to their va

I recalled Dela Merced kissing me during the filming once again. I wasn't anticipating that move. I gave a headshake. "Fucker, go ahead and put the line down so I can go to the place and attach the bombs," I said. She simply nodded in agreement before the call was terminated. I stood up from my computer and printed the blueprint that Noella had given me. After tying my hair back, I entered my walk-in closet and activated my built-in vault by pressing a secret button. My hidden compartment became visible as the large picture in the center of it started to move. After having my finger print verified, I scanned it and opened the vault.

"Marcelo, that is his name." Said Rebecca in a faint voice as Marcelo wrapped the newborns with some pieces of clothes. "That name sounds worthy to me, how did you come of it, my dear?" He paused waiting for a response but got none. Dirk entered the Tower of Nutusel after a long run. He could hear his heart beat so promptly. "Mmm!" He took a deep breath in front of the door. Then he pushed the door open. "Dirk Stund, the eldest child of Nutusel."

The click of it locking feels like a lie. When I return to the archive, the air feels warmer. The lamp’s circle of light looks smaller somehow, like the room is expanding into shadow again. I sit at my desk and pull my notebook out—the unmarked one, the one that is mine, the only place I can write without being edited by their systems. My pen hovers over the page. I write: NIGHT 4 — NEAR-BREACH Subject H–47 displayed accelerated emotional proximity. Physical contact imminent. Watcher confirmed in corridor.