Scp-978 Novels & Stories

He held a tablet, its surface flashing a crimson encryption warning. “I gave orders not to be disturbed,” Kael said without turning. His voice was low, even. Too even. “You’ll want this,” Marcus replied. “Our deep-web monitors intercepted a Level Nine transmission.” Kael’s gaze shifted at last. Level Nine meant only one thing. The High Council. He took the tablet. Code scrolled across the screen—dense, layered, lethal. His eyes tracked it instantly, translating without effort. Subject: Anomaly Detected Location: Sector Seven – Moon Pack Territory

Subject designated for Memory Protocol 7 and civilian integration due to psychological instability concerns and Incident 17-B. *NOTE: Subject's genetic modifications remain active and transmissible to offspring. Monitoring to continue indefinitely. Re-acquisition may be necessary in future containment scenarios.* They didn't care if I had love or kids they wanted weapons. "Incident 17-B," I repeated aloud, searching the document for references to what this might have been. Several pages later, I found it, a heavily redacted entry with only fragments visible:

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

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."

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

The alarms blared. Red light swept across the lab, painting the glass walls in flashes. Dr. Hattie Quinn's hands shook as she typed into the terminal. “No, no, no, containment was secure.” Her throat felt tight. “It was secure.” A shadow moved beyond the glass in a predatory movement. Then he stepped into view. Subject X-9. He shouldn’t have looked so… human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with silver veins glowing faintly under his skin. His eyes were wrong though, they were a burning gold and were locked on her as if she were prey.

"And it recognizes its mistress." Harris's fingers brushed the revolver's checkered grip. "Where is Subject Eight?" His mother's smile revealed teeth filed to subtle points. She pressed a sequence into her console. The wall behind her split open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a cylindrical containment chamber. Suspended in amber fluid, a girl floated in fetal position—her dark curls swaying in the current. Not a girl. A weapon. Luna's face. Anna's eyes. Rachel's smile. "Generation Nine," his mother breathed. The black veins pulsed as she approached the tank. "The first perfect hybrid."

"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."

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.