Scp 446 Novels & Stories

Viper scrambled to his feet, shaking off the paralysis, his eyes finding mine. "How do we open the pits?" I snarled into Caspian’s ear. He tried to ignore me, his body shaking with pain. I pressed the gun harder, the metal bruising his temple. "Tell me, or I'll end this right now." "Code... 7-4-9-Alpha," Caspian wheezed. "Control... control station three." "Viper! Control station three! Get them out!" I commanded. I watched as the Blood-Hounds sprinted toward the pits. I watched as the concrete lids slid back, and the survivors began to scramble out of the darkness. They were weak, they were terrified, but they were moving.

"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.

The door burst open. Four men in tactical gear stepped in. They weren't wearing police uniforms. Their patches were a simple, gold-embossed 'DIR'—Department of Inter-species Regulation. They held pulse-rifles leveled at Richard’s chest. "Target is secured," the lead agent said into his shoulder mic. He looked at me. "Doctor Scott. Are the dampeners active?" "He’s at 40% capacity," I said. My voice was flat. Cold. Like I was describing a piece of equipment. "He won't be able to shift for at least six hours. The mercury is doing its job."

Scarlett coughed up blood, grabbing Sawyer's pant leg. "The antidote..." Sawyer narrowed his eyes, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "There is no antidote, Scarlett. After all these years, how could you still be so easily deceived?" Scarlett's eyes widened in shock. "You don't have the antidote..." "KA48 has no antidote!" Sawyer laughed, gripping Scarlett's throat. "Go join your fallen comrades!" He intended to kill Scarlett.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

We heard the door open and Nicolai , Luigi and Daniel walked in and he came to sit next to me . " Hey bro it seems as if the weight that you had on this morning has been lifted did you manage to talk to the kids or Cleopatra because I miss them more specifically I miss them with you and we're doing all we can to make everything work in terms of finding out where there are location wise I don't have a tracker and the only truck I had was on my watch and funny enough nothing was activated when I landed at the island so we have no radon to switch to 1 or a couple of places and Island."

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

We scrambled toward a reinforced steel door labeled DATA INFRASTRUCTURE: UNIT 04. Christian followed behind us his chest heaving as he held Leo tightly against his shoulder. His gaunt face was smeared with grease and blood from a small cut on his temple. Julian brought up the rear clutching his cracked data-pad against his chest. The screen still flickered with the cascading waterfall of the Benson-04 migration sequence. MIGRATION AT 98% COORDINATING NODE: ACTIVE Marcus slammed his shoulder against the iron security door. The heavy metal latch. Refused to budge. "It's a hydraulic lock, Sierra! I need an administrative override code or a high-voltage pulse to clear the solenoid!"

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.

“Whatever happens… Whomever you’re about to see, stay strong! Keep you cool! Do your job and walk away.” Stopping the Discovery, Veronica opened the door and started to get out. Let the games begin! Don’t back down now! They met on the paved portico. Sasha opened the massive front door just as Veronica mounted the last step. She stopped the minute she saw him and gave him a quick glimpse. Her stomach did some flip-flops but she managed to keep her composure. He hadn’t changed, but then why should he have? Sasha still looked exactly the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the smooth warm skin of a countryman, his jeans were clinging softly to the taut muscles of his long legs.