Scp-971 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."

Marcus grabbed an iron rod from broken railing and struck one across the jaw. Roselyn, wounded and furious, kicked another into shattered glass. Sabine dragged Clara behind a fallen console. The child did not run. She simply watched. Father backed toward the central column. For the first time truly defensive. Because every prototype ignored everyone else now. They wanted him. The younger Clara looked at Aurelia and spoke quickly. “There is a file beneath the cylinder. Code seven-nine-one. It contains your origin, his name, and why father erased him.” Aurelia turned instantly toward the platform.

Like seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

"Check the safe behind Voss's portrait. It's... it's all there." Jeff's jaw tightened. "Trap." I was already moving. The portrait hung crookedly near the DNA sequencer—a younger Voss smirking beside a bassinet. The safe behind it opened with Nolan's keycode. Inside lay a single vial of blood and a leather-bound journal. The label on the vial read: Original Source - Daniela Perez. The journal fell open to a dog-eared page: *"The child resists the modifications. Her cellular structure rejects the enhancements. We must terminate and begin again with Subject D-29."*

I wasn't wrong. I am the only one that enters the room while the two maids immediately locked the door from outside. I took a deep breath and looked around, the lights inside this room were also dim but that didn't stop me from seeing the entirety of the room. The walls are painted with black color, the king size bed is also black, the comforter and the pillow are the same, almost all the furniture in this room is black. But I can't see the Alpha here? There is no one else but me. It was so quiet inside the room that's why I almost had a heart attack when a door suddenly opened on my right side. I slowly approached here, the door is leading to a bathroom, could Alpha be here?

Somewhere high above, Maddox bellowed: "Security breach in Sublevel Nine. Contain the asset." Asset. That was all she was to them but to me, she was everything. The final door required biometric access. I grasped the guard I'd released a second ago and pressed his palm on the reader. The lock closed. It was colder in here and darker. Monitors lined all four walls, with images of brains and heat maps. She lay on a metal table now—bound down, wires on her temples and an IV delivering who-knew-what into her veins.

I needed the names of every person in this system — scout, seed, shadow killer. Because I wasn’t going to survive this place anymore. I was going to end it. “Where’s the master log?” I asked. Kyro wiped blood from his lip. “What?” “The full list. With names. Targets. Assignments. There’s always a main feed. Where is it?” He hesitated, then whispered, “Level Nine. Server vault under the infirmary wing. Locked with biometrics.” “Whose?” He gave me a name I didn’t expect.

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.

It led her to a locked steel door. Behind it, a cold chamber hummed with quiet power. She stepped inside. And froze. At the center of the room, floating inside a cryo-stasis tank, was a man. Tall. Pale. With circuitry etched across his bare chest. Subject 01: Kael Prototype. The moment she approached, his eyes snapped open. Alma staggered back. Julian burst in behind her, weapon drawn. “Who the hell is that?” he asked. The chamber began to shake. Lights flickered.