Scp-539 Novels & Stories

Disappeared three years ago. Knox frowned. “Last seen working on neuro-clone implants for military AI.” “And now she’s resurfaced as an Omega Candidate?” Alma asked. Julian zoomed in on the profile. “She has Parity code embedded in her cerebellum. We’re not just talking ideology. These people are the program now.” Alma swallowed hard. “Which means Evelyn is still alive inside them.” Meanwhile, Tokyo Underground, Facility Nine Dr. Lila Trent adjusted the silver band around her wrist. It shimmered, then flickered red.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

Scarlett pressed a hand to her temple as the whispers swelled into a storm, fragments of voices, children crying, scientists murmuring commands, decades of stored data pouring straight into her mind. Dominic’s voice cut through the chaos. “Scarlett.” She whipped toward him. “You said this ends tonight,” he reminded her, fierce and steady. Her breathing leveled. Yes. It ended tonight. Her mother moved toward the core chamber. “There’s an override slot beneath the central base.” Victor looked up sharply. “Insert the pendant there and it’ll destabilize the entire neural field.” Scarlett’s pulse spiked. “Then why are we still standing here?” Alexander’s faint smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Becaus

--- Chapter 49: The Red Room Part 2 The house was quiet, but it wasn't calm anymore. The stillness closed around Isla like a noose, tightening with each breath. She looked at the shredded contents of the "Project Lyra" folder. Brain scan printouts, personality overlays, pain tolerance tests. Pages marked with notes like: "Subject reacts violently to mother imagery." "Sensory deprivation behavioral modification had some success." "Mirror empathy almost complete—98.7% personality match."

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

"And their supernatural subjects?" I asked quietly. "The ones they've already taken?" Cynthia's expression grew haunted. "Kept in specialized containment designed to neutralize their specific abilities. Some have been there for decades, their genetics harvested repeatedly for new research lines. Others..." She paused. "Others don't survive the more invasive procedures." Liam moved to stand beside me, his hand on my shoulder as I processed these horrific truths through my gift. "How do we find Sentinel?" Alex demanded. "If he's had access to our medical records, he may already have preliminary samples."

I ran for the door but stopped dead. Three Council guards stood in the hallway. And behind them, Dr. Helena Cross. "What's going on?" I demanded. "We received an energy spike alert. This entire building registered a Class Five surge." Dr. Cross looked past me at Lucia. "The battery is failing?" "It's overloaded. We need the trainers to drain it." "Sarah and Marcus left yesterday. Emergency in another territory." One guard stepped forward. "We're authorized to take the child into protective custody until the situation is stabilized."

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”