Scp-911 Novels & Stories

"Damian, look at this," I said, showing him the thermal imaging data. "Nine warm bodies in the facility. But vampires only documented eight children." "Could be staff. Vampire caretaker or security." "Thermal signature reads as child-sized. Human temperature patterns. And look at the location, it's isolated from both the protected children and the vampire personnel. Separate containment." I cross-referenced the data with Chrysalis Initiative records I'd managed to access through Guardian channels. Looking for any child matching the ninth presence. Any documentation of enhanced individuals with Elara's specific consciousness profile.

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

He cried out, the gun clattering into the ocean. "Celeste!" Vivienne’s voice was a shrill shriek. She stood by the briefcase, her back to the rising sun. "You think you're better than me? We're both just pieces in her game!" "There is no winning side in a grave," I countered. A low, vibrating hum filled the air. A black helicopter hovered above us, its searchlight blinding. A voice boomed over the loudspeaker: "The asset is compromised. Execute Protocol Nine."

His eyes were empty. I walked past the second cell. Empty, except for a chair in the center of the room with leather straps. I checked the clipboards hanging next to each door. Subject 892. Reconditioning Complete. Subject 411. In Process. I walked faster, my breath misting in the cold air. Then I saw it. Room 404. The clipboard was older than the others. The paper was yellowed. Subject: Elena Thorne. Status: Permanent Resident. Notes: Memory wipe successful (1998). Personality graft stable. Do not engage in discussions of the past.

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

"So if Mayfair breaks the outer door without me, they freeze." ​"And if they take you alive," Julian added, his storm-gray eyes turning to pure, unadulterated ice, "they force your hand onto the biometric scanner before taking everything. Which is why they leave this facility over my dead body." ​The elevator slammed to a heavy stop. The iron gate groaned open, revealing a vast, floodlit subterranean corridor carved directly from the black stone. ​At the far end of the hallway, fifty yards away, sat the grand vault of Shaft 9: a massive, circular titanium door reminiscent of a nuclear submarine hatch, illuminated by pulsing red emergency lights.

He doesn’t open it. Not yet. ⸻ Cut to the Architects’ headquarters. The scarred observer enters Seraphine’s office. He places a file on her desk. Inside— Photographs of Clara. Every birthday. Every school report. Every medical record. He quietly says, “It’s begun.” Seraphine closes her eyes. “How certain?” He answers, “Ninety-eight percent.” Silence. Then— “Subject C has awakened.” Readers finally learn Clara’s file designation. Subject C.

A heavy silence filled the room. The family had believed they were close to ending the nightmare. Instead… They had only uncovered its first layer. A loud beeping interrupted the room. One of the researchers looked up from a console. “Dr. Voss.” She hurried over. “What is it?” “We’ve intercepted encrypted communications.” The monitor displayed a decoded transmission. TARGET ONE: GENESIS VAULT TARGET TWO: SURVIVING CHILDREN TARGET THREE: DAMIEN DE LUCA Below it appeared one final line. ALL TARGETS TO BE ELIMINATED BEFORE SUNRISE