Scp-786 Romane & Geschichten

" My stomach sank as a stone. The fire wall of the Archive flared up all of a sudden. We all turned about and looked at it. One symbol floated in the air….red, keen and throbbing like a wound. Wolf eye. Tyra swore to herself. They already are spying on us. The voice was distorted and was echoing in the room. Robotic and strata. Two or more persons talking simultaneously. The presence of subject seven has been detected. Integrity of code has been lost. Starting of reset scan. My heart hammered on my throat. "Is that the Council?" I asked. "Only their voice feed," Tyra grumbled. They have not got soldiers out yet. However, they will. Again the voice: Secondary unit Echo 7: in the field. Confli

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!”

I said venom lacing my every word as I got off the bed stepping closer to her causing her eye's to widen. "Don't be intimidated, she is only a child" the demons voice rang out or at least that's what I think he is. Turning my head over I look at him "but I'm quiet excited to keep her around" he said smirking his dark eyes staring into my blue grey one's. "Well, is she up?" another voice came as the door opened "oh, looks like she is" looking over I see another woman but this one was wearing a deep red. Her killer cheekbones looked as if they were almost engraved in her face "Im Vera" she said reaching her hand out to me.

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."

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

“They didn’t destroy the prototypes. They stored them.” “And fed on them,” a new voice said behind them. Evryn spun. Someone had joined them on the lift. A tall, pale figure in a technician’s coat, eyes glowing with a dull amber light. But it wasn’t human. Not anymore. “I’m Iteration 07. They left me awake,” it said. Evryn narrowed her eyes. “Why?” “Because I remembered too much,” 07 said quietly. “And now, so will you.” Suddenly, the lift jerked to a stop. The platform doors slid open, revealing a spherical chamber filled with floating data glyphs, all spiraling around a monolithic core. It pulsed slowly, like a sleeping heart.

Mara raised the view. “Is that it?” Eva didn't answer. Instead, she saw the ceiling. Everybody heard it. Steps. Up. Several. Slow down. Hard. Not the bald man. Not water. People. Then a voice from the bunker's loudspeaker. Old. Distorted. Male. “Station North at Marea headquarters. The subject has separated the bond. Protocol 7 activate. Secure target person.’ Eva's got a big deal. She whispered: “Oh no.” Mara got up.

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

“Has he been around living humans?” “Not that I’m aware of. His basement is off limits for workers and volunteers since Gina started bringing kids in, security keeps visitors away and the access to the tunnels is blocked with an iron door only a couple of us have the key to.” “Blocked to living humans, not to entities.” Brett twisted his mouth in a doubtful grimace. “I don’t think he ventures there. You see, there’s a really dark aggressive entity down there.” “Skippy,” I said, nodding. “The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.”