Scp-971 Novels & Stories

Nevan whispered. The word felt foreign, a jagged stone in his mouth. He looked for the manual release, his heart thumping a frantic, human rhythm. He didn't see the Shadow Cabinet members watching from the observation deck above. He didn't see the red light flickering on the side of the tank. Condition: Subject Alpha 0. Identity: Silas. Status: Activation sequence initiated. The amber gel began to drain. The tubes hissed as they detached from the man’s chest. The glass of the tank didn't slide open; it shattered outward, the pressure sending a wave of fluid across the floor.

Then the light turned green, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a small, sterile room filled with monitors still humming faintly on backup power. A single terminal blinked with an open message. WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT E-01. Isabella’s breath caught. “It recognizes me…” She approached the terminal and hesitated before typing: ACCESS FILES. The screen responded: AUTHORIZED. DISPLAYING PERSONAL RECORD. Alexander came closer. Together they read: > SUBJECT: ECHELON-01 Genetic model optimized for memory transfer and adaptive cognition. Host origin: Classified.

"The biological sensors are picking up a 'Culling Frequency' from the triangular ship. The creature is trying to detach itself from the peak. It wants to flee back into the dark!" ​"Hold it together, Harl!" I roared, my hands fusing with the central trunk of the Grove. ​I felt the mercury in my blood accelerate, the violet lattice pulsing with a new, intrusive stream of data. A window popped up on my internal HUD, a file I hadn't seen in a lifetime. It was a digital copy of my own medical residency papers from the university, annotated in a clinical, multifaceted script. ​Subject 09-Elara. Potential: High. Resistance to Conformity: Critical.

“The bastard nearly killed me. I hid beside a car and he squeezed it like nothing…” “Thankfully, he is sedated. We will at some point need to extract his abilities for good use. Janet, you are in charge of Level Nine. And being subjects for testing. Especially our newly acquired… subject.” “Thank you, sir. I won't misuse this opportunity.” Hot pain sizzled through my head again. Stop! I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes and stood in the middle of the hospital room and breathed. “Fenrir Arlo Vass.” That was my name and I hadn't said it or heard it or thought it in long enough.

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.

“What does it show?” Damian pressed play. The footage began. The camera angle showed a sterile research room filled with monitors and equipment. Two doctors stood near a glass observation chamber. The timestamp glowed in the corner of the screen. Five years ago. One of the doctors spoke into a recorder. “Trial log recording. Project Aurora. Subject verification beginning.” The second doctor glanced at a tablet. “Subject identification: S-V-017.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. Silas. The doctor continued.

Nyla shoots him a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow at his strange tone. I ignore their weird dynamic entirely. I just wave at them with my usual, completely unbothered smile. "Good morning, Professors." The two doctors totally ignore the professors and get straight to work. The biohazard guy runs a glowing scanner over me, checking my stats. "We have a massive problem," he says, his voice turning dead serious. He pulls up a holographic screen and turns it toward the professors. "Awakeners have a strict Corruption limit. With her crazy power level, the absolute maximum safe zone ends at 9.0."

"Eli is the only stable subject who retained emotional cognition and memory empathy. He imprinted on you, Damien. That bond makes him the perfect candidate. But Monroe plans to take him back. To recondition him." Damien's fists clenched. "Over my dead body." "That might be what he’s counting on," Julian said gravely. Another voice broke in—Mara, the team's sniper and scout. "There’s more. The drive had coordinates. A private facility in Siberia. Remote, isolated, and highly protected. Looks like Monroe's real base of operations." Damien looked at Aurora, then at Eli, who peeked around the doorway. "Then that’s where we go."

Gone were any semblance of intelligence or even wildness - instead there was an emptiness that was accompanied by a distant bloodlust. “By the way,” said the Director. “Thank you for bringing subject X99 with you. She’s my finest experiment, and this is an excellent opportunity to awaken her.” The Director then raised a gauntleted arm, and curled his hand into a fist. In that exact moment, a tone echoed out all around the room, which pierced the wolves’ minds. It tore through their psyches like a blade, even as the Director himself laughed at Freya and Lucifer’s predicament.

The summary made his blood run cold. Marker X-F*-9 Status: Classified (Linked to Project Fireblood) Location: Chromosome 2 / Sequence Region 17 Effects: Enhanced cellular regeneration, abnormally high neurological activity, pain threshold alteration. Subject exhibits genetic traits consistent with Project Fireblood prototype origin. Conclusion: Subject is carrier of Fireblood sequence. Recommend immediate containment and federal consultation. Damian read the last line three times. Recommend immediate containment. It wasn’t just a warning. It was a directive. He looked at Isabella, who hadn’t yet seen the report.