Novelas y relatos de Scp106

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

He opened the oven, and saw a small bag, which contained some compacted objects in the shape of cuboids wrapped in black tape. He picked one of them up, and peeled the tape off its edge, which revealed a white powdery substance similar to what was in the toilet. He was already leaving the kitchen with the bag, when he heard a shout from the bedroom. He raced there to see a teenage boy with dreadlocks hiding inside a wardrobe. “Please don’t shoot!” The boy pleaded with hands raised as he came out from his hiding place. “Look at what I found.” Bryan said while holding the bag open for all to see, which prompted a few whistles from the SWAT team.

“Ah, okay, I got it.” “Let’s enter the room.” Demetria stepped into the recently opened door. Clarice followed Demetria inside. What she saw inside the bare room shocked her. She expected an old casket in the middle of the room housing the vampire, but she saw a crystal-clear glass coffin. “Wow! So pretty! Who is she?” she asked, looking down at the beautiful woman lying inside the coffin, her eyes closed in eternal repose. “This is vampire beast Number 10,” Demetria replied.

"The chip is a bridge, Dr. June.. The Architect has built a new wall. Level 101 is the 'Correction' phase. It deletes the memories that do not fit the world." "I will not let you delete him!" June screamed. She turned to Benson.. He was already walking toward the door. He was moving like a robot. "Benson stop!" June jumped in front of him. She put her hand over the glowing spot on her chest. Then she touched Bensons forehead. BOOM. The apartment exploded. Not with fire. With data. The floor turned into a whirlpool of office papers medical charts and red mud. June and Benson were thrown into the air. They were no longer in the apartment. They were floating in an empty space.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

The guards collapsed as if their nervous systems had been unplugged. "Holy... Lyd, you’re getting better at that," June whispered, stepping over the bodies. "It’s not me," Lydia said, her voice sounding hollow. "It’s the baby. It is like a tower. It feels like home." They reached the server room. Case’s voice crackled in their ears. "I’m in. I’m downloading the Project Hart files now. But Lydia, there’s something else. There’s a floor that isn't on the blueprints. Level 101. It’s drawing massive amounts of power from the city grid."

“I told you… just ten seconds, Mavric. I… I was counting every single one.” The Metropolitan Police Service and MI6 counter-terrorism units finally secured full control of the abbey. Lucas Thorne and Sebastian Vane were handcuffed and dragged away. As Lucas was led past Mavric and Liora, he paused for a moment, his face a picture of utter defeat and ruin. “This isn’t over yet, Mavric,” he rasped in a broken voice. “The secrets of the Scorpion project aren’t kept only here in this church. There is a facility in Zurich… a facility managed by your other mother.”

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto