Scp-713 Novels & Stories

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

A central console hummed with quiet authority. “This is where we monitor and direct all Acheron‑related processes,” she said. “Phase III is currently in staging mode only. No live subjects on this level. All human interfaces are still siloed in Lab 7.” My skin prickled. Lab 7. Twelve pods in a room I hadn’t seen yet, but already hated. “And root access?” I asked, feigning consultant curiosity. “Tier‑0 command line?” Anya hesitated, glancing at Alexander.

"Before they settled on making copies of Chaewon, they tried making something new. Something perfect. I saw the files. The prototypes." "And?" Chaewon prompted. "They all went insane. The enhancements, the modifications—they worked physically. But psychologically? The subjects couldn't handle it. Broke down. Had to be terminated." "So Omega is unstable," Han said. "Maybe. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it." Haeun pulled out a folded paper from her pocket. "I stole this from the Red Cell archives. Before I escaped. Didn't know what it meant then, but now..." She spread it on the table. A schematic. The human body overlaid with technological components. And in the center, a small de

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?"

Lucas whispered: “She chooses people.” Elena tightened her grip on him. “No.” Lucas looked up. “What?” Elena stared at the notebook. “Possibilities aren't people until they become themselves.” Elias nodded. “Good distinction.” Jonathan recovered one final metadata fragment. SUBJECT 7 — STATUS: REMOVED FROM PROGRAM BY C. BLACKWOOD Charles stared. “I saved her.” Thomas looked at him. “Maybe.” Charles flinched. Right. No automatic heroism. Jonathan continued.

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

Promises made in breath, sealed in heat. They only pulled apart when Elena’s voice shook through the moment. “Guys… I think I found something.” They huddled around her tablet. A file blinking red: Project: ELARA Subject: S-07 Status: Missing A profile loaded—pixelated but unmistakable. A little girl. Barefoot. Wide-eyed. Sarah. Age: 7 Origin: Confidential Genetic Status: Classified – Key Carrier Sarah stumbled back. “No…” Damon caught her before she could fall. “Sarah. Look at me. You’re safe.”

he said, pressing the button. “Yes, I am,” she replied firmly. “If this involves me, I deserve to know.” He exhaled sharply, but when the doors slid open, he didn’t stop her. The lower levels of Cross Enterprises were colder—sterile corridors lined with silver panels and biometric locks. When they reached the vault, a group of guards stood tense at the doorway. Adrian turned toward them. “The intruder’s gone. But the digital logs show they accessed file series 7C.”

“You were instructed to remain within the parameters of Arcadia Facility until clearance was granted.” “Containment?” she repeated. “The lab’s gone. Everything’s gone.” The man tilted his head. “Negative, ma’am. The system reports active signals inside. You triggered a partial reboot.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “I shut it down.” “Apparently not.” The shorter of the two stepped forward, holding out a small scanner. It emitted a soft tone as it passed over her body. The screen lit up in red. THIRTEEN-A: ACTIVE He glanced at his partner. “Confirmed.”