Scp-978 Novels & Stories

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.

“A file. About you.” I froze. “About me?” He nodded, face grim. “Encrypted, but I saw enough.” “What did it say?” Julian hesitated. The flickering red cast sharp shadows across his cheekbones. “You were never just an analyst.” My stomach clenched. That wasn’t possible. I’d seen my records. I knew who I was. Didn’t I? Before I could ask, the overhead intercom crackled to life, metallic, soulless. “Subject 07 and Handler Alpha. Containment breach in Section Delta. Do not proceed.”

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!”

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

Her face went pale. "Subject 147. Female. Age 23. Political refugee from China. Brought in 2019. Used for longevity trials. Genetic modification attempts. Neural enhancement experiments." Jessica looked up. "She died in 2020. Complications from modification procedures. Just one name in hundreds of files." "We need to document this," Maya said. "Photograph everything. Every file. Every laboratory. Every piece of evidence. The world needs to know what this facility was really doing." They spread out. Photographing. Recording. Building evidence of atrocities committed in the name of national security.

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.

"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.

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

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?