Scp-522 Novels & Stories

Its movements were fluid, too precise, too deliberate—something engineered, like Damian himself. I froze. Damian tensed beside me. My stomach twisted into knots. The figure raised a hand, and in a voice both mechanical and eerily calm, it said: “Subject D.V. has reached Phase Two. Containment override: neutralize or extract.” I screamed, clutching Damian as the walls shifted faster, the floor splitting beneath us. Sparks danced through the air, arcs of electricity crackling dangerously close. We had seconds. Seconds.

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

Like something had crawled out and skittered into the main intake vents. Anji stepped into the center of the room. The static he’d been fighting all day peaked here, a screeching crescendo that forced him to his knees. He gripped his head, his vision turning to jagged slices of red light. Through the blur, he saw a flickering projection against the far wall—the terminal logs, left running since Sutherland’s demise. Gen-Zero Experiment: Neural Syphon. Target: Sustenance via consciousness transfer. Current Host Status: Parasitic.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

asked Joseph after the introductions. “I’m not sure, maybe. Would you mind if I try?” Trisha behaved like a princess, all silk and honey. “Not at all,” Ann replied. She aimed her phone cam at the couch and giggled, showing me the screen. The SLS had detected two humanoid shapes sitting on the couch, two more standing behind it and two smaller ones, standing by the left side of the couch. It was like a family portrait in stick figures. “It can!” I cried, excited. “Lizzie, would you please raise your hand?”

"Shut up, Dante. Just stay alive." The heat in her chest expanded. It wasn't a feeling; it was a physical pressure, a localized storm of energy that made the hair on her arms stand up. The red light of the orbital strike outside flooded through the holes in the roof, but it wasn't the only thing glowing. Bianca’s veins began to pulse with a blinding, white-hot light, visible through her skin. "Second Ascension detected," Sofia’s voice flattened into a warning. "Source of energy: Unknown. Probability of containment: Falling."

Sirens in the distance wailed—and then abruptly stopped. Jack tightened his grip on the wheel. “They’re rerouting emergency services,” Vesper said. “Great.” “You have about fifteen minutes before a drone picks up your license plate.” Jack cursed. “You some kind of hacker?” “No. Just observant.” She winced. “You have anything to drink?” “Glovebox. Water bottle.” She sipped. “Thanks.” He eyed her ID band again. SUBJECT 42. Skin discolored under it. “How long were you down there?”

"Internal hull breach detected in Sector 3. Security enforcers deployed." ​"They're too late," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes scanning the overhead cable trays with hyper-speed precision. Her golden finger knowledge of pre-war logistics immediately identified the primary data conduits. "The central neural mainframe is directly beneath the auxiliary reactor on the fifth deck. Julian, clear the elevator shaft!" ​Before the first squad of mechanized Directorship enforcers could even round the corner of the companionway, Julian breached the threshold.

All the doubt, anger, and suspicion vanished in the face of that tiny, frail voice. Officer Holt's voice came urgently through my phone. "Sophia, we see him! He's in the hidden chamber of Unit 1204! Hold on tight! We'll organize a breach immediately and—" "It's too late," I interrupted. "Professor Walker's system is linked to mine. He just triggered a self-destruct program. In 15 minutes, the oxygen in that hidden chamber will run out." "What?" "Officer Holt," I uttered with a newfound numbness, "only I can save him now."

Her mother's expression was tense, frightened. Scarlett… if you find this room, then everything has already gone wrong. Tears instantly filled Scarlett's eyes. Her mother's voice continued. This is the true heart of the Synchrony Project. Dominic's jaw tightened. Scarlett stepped closer to the screen. Her mother looked directly into the camera. And this is where they kept the first pair. Scarlett frowned. First pair? Then the screen shifted. A file opened automatically. Two names appeared. SUBJECT ONE : EVELYN KINGSLEY*/