Scp-471 Novels & Stories

"But he’s not much use to anyone now. They’ve been draining him for weeks." I shift my gaze to the frail figure. He doesn’t react, doesn’t even seem to hear us. His head hangs low, his matted hair obscuring his face. He’s barely clinging to life. Before I can respond, a voice crackles through unseen speakers, smooth and clinical. "Subjects 147, 203, 318, and 462, remain still." A hiss of pressurized air fills the room. The heavy steel doors slide open, revealing a flood of white coats.

"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.

He just hadn't let himself say it yet. "Confirmed it," Tucker said, tone clipped, sliding the papers across the wood. "Fourth name. Documented disappearance, classification scrubbed same as the others, no transfer paperwork on file anywhere in the system." He tapped the top sheet twice, hard enough to make the point without saying it. "Same week your new fish came through intake."

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

Too quiet. They passed by glass rooms–some empty, some filled with lifeless prototypes suspended in fluid tanks. Elena’s stomach twisted. Sophie could’ve ended up here. Rose was still trapped inside this nightmare. Lucian stopped in front of a security door labeled “Subject R-47.” He keyed in another passcode. The door slid open. Inside, Rose sat in a chair, strapped and sedated, her head lolled to one side. Her face–Sophie’s face–was thinner, sharper, but still familiar. A version molded under a cruel hand.

CHAPTER 49 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED GABRIEL Alex, Neo, and I split up as we reached the house. We went hunting for our targets whose uniforms we could take. When I caught sight of mine, I moved in silence and only when I stood close behind him did I speak in a whispered voice, “Hello there, your shift ends now, time for you to take a nap” I put my hands around his neck and pressed the pressure points till he was unconscious. I quickly stripped him of his uniform and put it on. I dragged his limp body and placed him out of sight. Our men were

"How is it?" I simply whispered into my earpiece while walking up a flight of stairs. Wearing a black side shoulder bodycon velvet dress, I swiftly walked into the 2nd floor area. "I already put Sophia's sleeping pills on everyone's drink. We have two minutes before it affects the first group of victims," Shiela said on the line. "Okay. I'm about to finish here," I said simply and adjusted my black mask. "Hey, pretty lady, want some drinks?" an American inviting me.