Scp-661 Novels & Stories

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.

Luckily, these four were also new recruits who went down like dominoes getting hit by a pickup truck. The moment Jo turned back around, noting that they were at the exit for the twenty-eight floor, her IAC crackled, and then, a new voice was in her head. “Scott? Son? Are you really here?” “Dad!” Scott shouted, both aloud and through the IAC. “Yes. Do you know what floor you’re on?” “Scott, I really think you should leave. I don’t see how you can do this. We are surrounded by a few hundred Vampires at the moment, and Cassidy said it’s just you and Jo. You’ll never make it.”

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

Damien had his hand on my shoulder, grounding me. “Take a breath,” he said. I took one. Then nodded. “Again,” I whispered. Victor hesitated. “Elena too much at once could cause neural fracturing.” “Do it anyway.” --- Memory Two: The Chair. Metal restraints bit into my wrists. A circle of cold faces stared down at me, all masked. “Subject 6.3 is responding. Neural pathways forming abnormally fast” said a voice. Another replied: “Her emotional processing is higher than the rest. Dangerous.”

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.”

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.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

The stillness before an unseen storm. “This place gives me the creeps,” Lucien muttered from the front, fingers twitching over his tablet. “Signal interference is unnatural. Even EMP scramblers don’t block this much.” “They’re jamming it from the inside,” Kira said. “Whatever’s in there, they don’t want anyone getting out.” Tariq checked his explosives pack. “Or maybe they’re keeping something in.” The crawler came to a halt at the edge of a rocky plateau, where a steel hatch lay buried in ice and stone—barely visible beneath decades of frost. The entrance to Site 6.

Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six — and were met with silence. Not normal silence. Dead silence. Alexander tightened his grip on his knife. “This level… feels wrong.” Elias scanned the corridor — his eyes glowing faint amber, the faint bond tugging him downward. “She’s close. One level below.” Sable ran a quick scan with her wrist device. “Hold up, hold up — something’s not right. Level Six is usually swarming with guards.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “So where are they?” A voice answered from above.

Mina pressed a button, and the six red dots turned green. She put the tablet down, saluted Stella Grace respectfully, and reported expressionlessly, "I'm number 1666 from the special-forces military. Our leader ordered me to protect you and listen to your instructions. The room has been placed under surveillance. Everything is recorder and taped. Do you need to remove them right away?" "Oh, re... remove them then." Stella stammered, taken back. Stella's cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Jasper's call, she answered immediately.