Scp-445 Novels & Stories

Boyd veered and jump down from the table he sat while Red Mantis breathe heavily and walked towards the figure who seemed to be some kind of Computer tech genius "Seir, some minutes ago, our devices seems to have took some readings on some weird energy coming out at the 4th floor and now that I had just looked into it, there seems to be some unknown Intruders and I found this!" The figure explained and clicked some few buttons while the computer screen before him flickered and then brought up a video that displayed on its screen. "What..... the hell.... Is that?" Red Mantis cooed and gasped as he stared at the screen, there standing at the screen was Scott and Whyte who seemed to have just a

he spat out. "It's cute that you think that," Dean pulled him forward and let the chair drop onto all four legs before going to various torture devices on a table in the corner, "now, Allberto, I want you to tell me everything there is to know about the people who kidnapped Sam," ***

“It’s not over.” Outside, thunder rolled across the city. The rain returned, heavier than before — as if the storm itself had been waiting for this moment. And far above the ruins of District Twelve, unseen eyes watched the feed from a distant command room. A voice spoke, calm and cold. “Phase Four confirmed. Subjects are active. Proceed with containment.”

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

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.

But Dad must have caught the look on my face, and he said, “I’ll tell them. But please let me handle that, too.” I was going to protest and say that then he should at least let me help find my brother, but then Freya barged into the Office with more bad news. She said that Diane had fainted just a few minutes ago, and they were bringing her to the hospital. And that central command had issued an alert that there was a massive Breach that needed to be dealt with, and the Fourth was needed for the subjugation.

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.

“It’s inside the Mother. The key isn’t for a door. It’s for the person with the power.” Suddenly, a silver rod slammed into the trunk just inches from June’s head. Purple electricity hissed through the wood, making her hair stand on end. “Subject 442! Drop the staff and surrender now!” boomed a voice from the helicopter. “Run! To the basement of the mill!” June yelled, grabbing her mom’s hand. They crashed over tangled roots and dove through a broken window into the mill’s basement. It was pitch dark, smelling of damp grain and rusted iron. Dante shoved a heavy board across the door, but everyone knew it wouldn’t hold long.

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

“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.