Scp-661 Novels & Stories

“Please. My name is Hermione Bennett. His assistant, Six Albello, is the one that called me. He’s up there with him right now.” I see her expression shift with subtle recognition at Six’s name. She looks down at her computer and types something. She must have seen that Six is listed as the main contact for Adam. “Okay, Ms. Bennett,” she responds with a softer voice. “He’s in room 412. Take the elevators down that hall to the fourth floor.” “Thank you so much!” I run toward the elevators and jump in immediately without thinking. The rush happening in my ears is so loud, I can't hear anything else except the sound of my heart thudding.

Horror. “Which one are you?” Both answered: “Your father.” She began crying. Exactly the disaster. Elena looked toward the suitcase. “Nora!” No answer. Claire shouted: “Stop the attachments!” Nothing. Then Window stepped forward. She closed her eyes. Her voice changed. Not possessed. Remembering. “I know the command.” Claire stared. “What command?” “One of my six sources knew Domain Zero protocol.” “Window, you don't have to—” “I know.”

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

“What do you mean?” Marla tapped her keyboard. On the screen appeared a registration document. Not legal. Medical. Anita read it aloud. “‘Subject: SB-001. Genetic viability: confirmed. Psychological profile: compliant with conditioning. Intelligence quotient: stable. Risk level: dormant.’” Nathan blinked. “She’s not a person to them. She’s a project.” Ethan added, “They’ve been monitoring her since she disappeared. And guess where she was for the last six months?” Marla’s voice was grim. “A Rothschild psychiatric facility in Prague. Off the books. Not for treatment. For reprogramming.”

“There's something not right about the boy. Why doesn't anyone know who he is? Why does he call himself Six, for heaven's sake?” My dad asked. “Ellie could find out for you,” Noah smirked. I choked on a pea. “I'm sorry, what? ” Yes! She could prove that you're worried for nothing!" Violet said excitedly. My dad scowled. ”I don't like the idea of her getting close to him.” Thank you, Daddy, for never failing me! “Come on, dad? What does she have to lose?” Noah asked. “She's sitting right here, and she doesn't like the idea either!” I commented. “She doesn't seem to have a choice since she is probably on his watch list now anyway." Noah smiled.

He turned to the secondary report. Melina Voss. Age 20. Current address: [city, third district]. No criminal record. No supernatural registry. Father: Cain Voss, deceased. Cause of death: motor vehicle accident, four years prior. Mother: Clara Voss, currently hospitalized. Admitted six weeks ago. Diagnosis: classified under human medical records privacy, but insurance cross-reference indicates specialized treatment facility with supernatural-origin illness consultation services on staff. Aiden read that last line twice. He turned the page.

Then a new notification blared through the penthouse speaker system, an automated voice, flat and completely mechanical, echoing off the high ceilings. ALERT: EMERGENCY FORENSIC AUDIT REQUEST RECEIVED FROM JULIAN STERLING. AUTHORITY LEVEL: VICE CHAIRMAN. TARGET: FULL BIOMETRIC ACCESS RECORD FOR EXECUTIVE RESIDENTIAL UNIT 1A. AUDIT TEAM ARRIVAL CONFIRMED: 06:00 HOURS. Zariel's entire body went cold, a numbness spreading from her fingers to her toes. Six in the morning. He wasn't waiting nine hours. He had moved the timeline up, catching them completely unprepared in the middle of the night.

The shards of metal that had fallen into the sea were vibrating, glowing with a sickly, rhythmic blue. "The government..." Jinyan wheezed, his face contorting in pain. "They didn't just find the signature. They... they hijacked the frequency. They’re using the displacement field to anchor us. They’re turning my failsafe into a vacuum." The black gunships hovered directly overhead now. A voice boomed from the lead vessel, amplified to a deafening, metallic roar. "SUBJECT 0-1. ARCHITECT JINYAN. FOURTH GENERATION. YOU ARE UNDER CIVILIAN DECOMMISSIONING. CEASE ALL NEURAL ACTIVITY OR TOTAL PURGE WILL BE INITIATED."

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

Mara looked away. The answer was in the folder. In the ledger. In the pages Clara had left behind. The people who had been hidden. The children who had been reduced to numbers. “The six,” Evan said finally. “Six people?” “Six children.” My stomach turned. Bennett stepped closer. “The six heat signatures at the Albany facility.” Evan shook his head. “No.” “What do you mean no?” “They want you to think those are people.” The library seemed to grow colder. “Then what are they?” I asked.