Scp-590 Novels & Stories

The laboratory on the fifth basement level of the Montgomery Building was bone-chillingly cold, a subterranean tomb of glass and silicon. Under Zero's frantic guidance, Sophia finally stood before the "Root Server," a monolithic black pillar pulsating with a ghostly, rhythmic blue light. The air was thick with the acrid, metallic scent of electrical overload, and the countdown on her HUD had entered its final three minutes—00:02:59.

She hadn't aged a day. "Why is she here?" Jackson touched the glass frantically. "Why is she in Montbert? Why is she in a tank?" Alex walked up to the control panel next to the tank. He plugged in his laptop. "Dad," Alex said seriously. "She's alive. The machine is keeping her in 'suspended animation'. Her heart beats once every minute." Alex pointed to a logo on the screen. "And look at this. The system belongs to a group called 'PROJECT OMEGA'. The admin password is authorized by... 'Grandfather'."

The corridors were dark colder than outside. The energy was off like the place wasn’t just empty… but it was watching. We drove over what was left of a collapsing old containment ring. Blood. Scorch marks. Cracked spellstone. “She broke out quickly,” Jasmine said, crouched down next to a broken collar. “These bonds were never intended to contain a psychic beyond Class Two. She’s a Five.” “She's higher than a five,” Nox said from the back. “She was made without limits.” Lyra turned. “That’s impossible.”

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

“What does it show?” Damian pressed play. The footage began. The camera angle showed a sterile research room filled with monitors and equipment. Two doctors stood near a glass observation chamber. The timestamp glowed in the corner of the screen. Five years ago. One of the doctors spoke into a recorder. “Trial log recording. Project Aurora. Subject verification beginning.” The second doctor glanced at a tablet. “Subject identification: S-V-017.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. Silas. The doctor continued.

Like seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

“Boss, we’ve got a problem. Black-site’s reporting, Victor’s cell is empty. No breach, no alarms. He’s gone.” My blood froze. Elena’s hand tightened on Mamá’s, her face paling. Alexander’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting to the windows. “No,” I whispered, my laptop booting, fingers flying. “I locked him out. I burned everything.” But the screen pinged; a signal, faint but alive. “You missed me, kid. Phase 5: your code’s mine now. – V.” 6:30 p.m. – Estate lockdown

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.”

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

The audio continued to play, the static clearing to reveal an older, archived recording —a conversation dated exactly six months ago, the very night I escaped the Thorne Tower. Voice of Victoria Vance: The transfer is complete, Zero. The Level 5 security bypass codes for the Thorne penthouse have been uploaded to your server. Disable the cameras for ninety seconds. Let the girl out, make sure she thinks she’s escaping on her own, and feed her the data on my syndicate. We need her to turn into a weapon that destroys Malakai from the inside. Voice of Zero: Understood, Ms. Vance. The asset will be extracted tonight.