Scp-786 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.

he murmured. I settled back into my seat, but my mind was racing. I needed to confront that parasite—a boy who’d demanded sex and my personal belongings while offering nothing in return. And now he has moved on? No wonder he hadn’t bothered to call. The realization hit me, and I gasped softly. My eyes kept darting toward them, cringing with a fresh wave of horror each time. “Is everything alright?” Brucha asked, likely noticing my panicked expression. “Not really,” I said, forcing a cheerful tone to avoid a scene.

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

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.

Then a voice echoed through the tunnel. Artificial. Emotionless. Broadcast through hidden speakers. "Subject Six identified." Aruna froze. "Subject Seven identified." Orion's expression hardened. "Former Director Evelyn Cross identified." Evelyn closed her eyes. "Former Director Lucien Vale identified." Silence. Then— "Priority retrieval authorized." The voice disappeared. Nobody breathed. Marco looked around. "Retrieval?" A pause. "I don't think I like that word." Orion answered calmly. "You shouldn't."

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—"

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.

Even though I am sure that I would do the same if I were in his situation, we have to stop her. Matthew made her sleep. He took Sophia to the room and asked the staff to watch over her. After that, we went to a room to prepare the future plan. "They are not at his house," Noella informed us as she showed us the footage. "They may be somewhere, and Cjay is a captive there," Shiela commented. "That's for sure." Noella, check out all the old buildings surrounding the area. "They may be hiding there now." Aycxe ordered that Noella do it quickly.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.