Scp-713 Novels & Stories

“Then we run. Now.” “We can’t outrun what’s inside me.” “No,” he said quietly, lifting my chin. “But we can outrun the people trying to use it.” Before I could respond, a sharp beep cut through the air. The sigil on my wrist flickered And a voice spoke directly inside my mind: “Subject 07. Report for retrieval.” The room went ice-cold. Alex froze. I did too. Because the next words weren’t to Project Rebirth. They were to him.

While there isn't much time left for this chat, I would appreciate it if you could give careful consideration to what I have to say. "Alright." _I am currently being held as a hostage by one of the individuals who are a part of Mamba. He is attempting to find a way to use my abilities in order to connect all of the children who were present during the experiment, and then he will bring them back to the laboratory after he has completed his mission. If you go back, there is a good probability that you will all be killed, but I know a method to make sure that they won't make you follow them this time so that you won't have to risk your lives. The vast majority of them have already started to s

His expression is calm, almost disappointed, like I've confirmed something he expected. "Subject Seven," he says, consulting a tablet. "I thought you might be the first to attempt to escape during a security breach. Your psychological profile indicated elevated resourcefulness and risk tolerance." Subject Seven. Not even my name anymore, just a number in his research. "Let me go," I say, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "You have no right to hold me here." "On the contrary, I have every right. And unfortunately, your escape attempt demonstrates exactly why high-security containment is necessary for dimensionally affected individuals."

"Restrain them. Standard protocols. No quantum suppression unless they resist." The restraints locked around my wrists. Around Subject Seven's. Not regular handcuffs. Something that hummed with energy designed to prevent phase-shifting. "Agent Torres," I said as they loaded us into transport vehicles. "What exactly did Dr. Chen tell you about the boy?" "What boy? She mentioned no children. Only the three architects and their victims." Torres climbed into the vehicle with us. "Why? Is there something we should know?"

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.”

Elias lifted his head— and saw Kass typing rapidly at a console. “What are you doing?!” Alexander shouted. Kass smiled coldly. “Ending this chapter.” She pressed the final key. A deep alarm shook the chamber. CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: SELF-PURGE INITIATED. Alexander’s eyes widened. “Oh no. NO—NO—LENA, GET UP—WE HAVE TO MOVE—” Sable’s voice crackled over the intercom from somewhere above. “Alex! Elias! The entire level is about to detonate! They’re purging Sub-Level Seven!”

"Or he doesn't know. Either way, one of them woke up three weeks ago. Broke out of its pod. Killed four guards. Escaped into the wilderness." My legs feel weak. I sit down hard. "Which one?" "Number Seven. Female. Approximately seventeen years old in appearance." Zara pulls out a tablet, showing me security footage. A pod shattered from the inside. Blue liquid everywhere. And in the corner, a figure moving with inhuman speed. "She's hunting." "Hunting what?" "Humans." Zara swipes through more images. News reports. Missing persons. Bodies found torn apart in ways that don't match any known animal. "She's been killing in nearby cities. Small towns. Picking off isolated victims. Learning. Adapt

Cassidy said, “The possibility of opening portals here is in the back of the minds of some of the guards closest to the Red Queen. They are thinking about the ways they can get her out if necessary. They know there’s a possibility we’ve deciphered the emails we found, but they don’t know for sure. The head of her defenses is a tall Vampire with glasses and a jagged scar on his face. They call him Komandir Chepin, but that’s not his real name. He’s… not nice.” “Then get out of there before he realizes you’re poking around in his head and decides to keep you for a while!” Brandon shouted at her. “He doesn’t know I’m here. None of them do. I’m probing the guards, not him. Or her. There’s someth

Elena shouted, but the line went to a terrifying, rhythmic static. Gaia, the newly humanized Sixth Sister, stood tall, her eyes reflecting the deep indigo of the ocean depths. "The Seventh is the Composite Mind. Silas didn't want to rule the world; he wanted to become the world. He mapped the neuro-signatures of every Northwood employee, every Syndicate member, and every person who ever downloaded a Northwood-integrated app. The 'Seventh' is the sum of their obedience." Alexander stared at the screen. Across the globe, from the streets of Lagos to the penthouses of London, people were stopping in their tracks. They weren't fighting. They weren't screaming. They were simply turning toward the