Scp-766 Novels & Stories

Avery stared directly into his grey irises, attempting to extract a single watt of human resonance from the tyrant before her. Yet those pupils held no guilt—only an unyielding, absolute certainty. "That constitutes my own department's liability." She violently broke his grip, driving her fist back into his chest. "Speak! Where is she?" 杰西卡靠在走廊墙上，双臂抱胸，饶有兴味地看着。 "Kessler, how much longer does your network intend to execute this theater? Her biological source was extracted from the sector three years ago under your direct authorization. Even my department lacks the coordinates of her current cell. You treat every asset on this board as a disposable piece—"

Subject designated for Memory Protocol 7 and civilian integration due to psychological instability concerns and Incident 17-B. *NOTE: Subject's genetic modifications remain active and transmissible to offspring. Monitoring to continue indefinitely. Re-acquisition may be necessary in future containment scenarios.* They didn't care if I had love or kids they wanted weapons. "Incident 17-B," I repeated aloud, searching the document for references to what this might have been. Several pages later, I found it, a heavily redacted entry with only fragments visible:

“Alright.” As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery returned—an unnatural sound, too rhythmic to be background noise. Damien's hand instinctively rested on his weapon. Aurora moved closer, tense but composed. Then, they found it. A large, circular vault door stood at the end of the hallway, with a biometric scanner and rusted keypad. The sign above read: SUBJECT NULL – RESTRICTED. LEVEL 6 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. Damien’s heart pounded. “We’re here.”

“Then it’s war.” “No,” I said, standing. “War was last month. This is demolition.” As I left, Elsa followed. But not for Damon. She slipped me a note in the corridor. “He’s hiding something in the Mirage Vault. Room 76.” I didn’t ask how she knew. I went. Room 76 was locked by a biometric scan. But Damon wasn’t the only one with access. I’d lifted his key card weeks ago. Inside the documents were, flash drives and Cash. But one file stopped me. That was my mother’s medical report. The real one, not the version I’d seen last year.

“What research?” Victor continued. “Your father discovered that Sovereign couldn’t be controlled by force.” He paused. “It could only be transferred.” My stomach tightened. “Transferred to whom?” Victor looked directly at me. “You.” The screen went black. I stared at it. Then the emergency lights came back on. A loud alarm sounded. LEVEL SEVEN BREACH. Nadia cursed. “They’re there.” We ran. The elevator doors opened. The hallway beyond was filled with smoke. Bodies lay across the floor.

The wolf's flinched, looking around wildly for him, but he hadn't materialized as of yet. "You guys," Nat said softly as she seemed to notice something. Pink and Sam looked back at her as she held up the tracking sphere. It glowed a bright blue when pointed towards the cradle. "Allena soul is in there?" Pink asked as she looked back and forth from the orb to the churning spire of magic. Sam was the first to break from the group, moving swiftly towards the pulsing indigo mass. "Sam, don't touch it!" Nat called as she came up behind him.

And right now, that was enough. Help me, I begged silently. Give me your strength. Alarms blared suddenly, making us both flinch. Red lights flashed in warning. "What's happening?" Veronica barked. "Containment breach in Sector 7!" A panicked voice over the intercom. "The specimens are loose! I repeat, the specimens are—" A guttural roar drowned out the rest, followed by the wet, meaty sounds of tearing flesh. Screams rang out, abruptly silenced. "Get that under control!" Veronica ordered, calm façade cracking. "I will not have this procedure interrupted!"

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

"Unknown. They've been hidden for forty years. But if they're attacking Eva, they must be close. Must be monitoring the medical facility. Must be—" The power died. Emergency lighting activated. The medical equipment switched to backup power but the monitoring systems went offline completely. Someone was inside the facility. Subject Seven phase-shifted immediately. Moved through the building searching for the intruder. Found nothing. No quantum signatures. No physical presence. No indication anyone had breached security. But in the medical bay, standing beside my convulsing body, was a woman I had never seen before. Mid-sixties. Sharp features. Eyes that held intelligence too vast for human n

I had to maintain the feral act until the moment came to drop it. So I threw myself against the cage bars with renewed fury, roaring and snarling like the alarms had triggered some primitive fear response. The vampires barely glanced at me - just another caged animal reacting to loud noises. "Protocol Seven," the third vampire announced, checking his weapon. "Secure all assets, prepare for extraction if necessary." "What about the specimen?" the blonde asked, gesturing toward my cage. Marcus hefted the metal rod like a weapon. "Orders are to terminate if rescue seems likely. Can't let werewolf intelligence networks get their hands on what we've learned about consciousness suppression."