Scp-599 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It was sealed in a secondary vault — hidden even from the mimic cluster.” Charlotte pulled her rifle. “Because Malcolm didn’t want it watched.” Julian frowned. “Why build something like that?” She glanced at him. “To hunt the others.” The trip to Zone Five was different from the rest. No bioluminescent membranes. No synthetic corridors. Just bare steel. A single hallway that narrowed the further they went. At the end, a door. Massive. Reinforced. Sophie’s voice came through the comm. “You’re two meters from the containment floor. Motion trackers confirm a single moving entity. No known profile match.”

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.

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.

"And it recognizes its mistress." Harris's fingers brushed the revolver's checkered grip. "Where is Subject Eight?" His mother's smile revealed teeth filed to subtle points. She pressed a sequence into her console. The wall behind her split open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a cylindrical containment chamber. Suspended in amber fluid, a girl floated in fetal position—her dark curls swaying in the current. Not a girl. A weapon. Luna's face. Anna's eyes. Rachel's smile. "Generation Nine," his mother breathed. The black veins pulsed as she approached the tank. "The first perfect hybrid."

“They didn’t just raise me, Lucien, they designed me to be flawed. On purpose.” Lucien looked at her. “Because they wanted to see if humanity could exist inside a weapon.” Ember’s eyes burned. “Then let’s show them what happens when it fights back.” Deep in the core of B-9. Ember and Lucien descend deeper into the blackened core of the lab, following a blinking light on the file’s last page: Room 51. The place Rafael stored his “irreversible data.” As they approach, Beta’s voice plays through the intercom system.

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:

My pulse spiked. I took it, holding his gaze. “Where is he?” “Not far,” the stranger said. “But you have to move. Drayke’s bringing something up from sublevel nine.” “What something?” He hesitated. “The Alpha Protocol.” The words hit like a gunshot. I’d heard the term whispered once, in one of Drayke’s encrypted files. A hybrid project. Something beyond human. Something he’d called the future of obedience. “Move,” the stranger said again, grabbing my arm. “We don’t have much time.”

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

“Dorm 09… officially offline.” But just as relief started to settle in, a faint hum began again deeper, almost subterranean. Nora froze. “Wait. Do you hear that?” Adam frowned. “What now?” Lola’s eyes snapped open again only this time, they weren’t blue. They were dark. Endless. And from the cracked remains of the core, a single voice whispered: “Phase Five: Global Activation.” The lights flickered.

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?”