Zero Samus Novels & Stories

The scent of ozone from my surge was suddenly drowned out by wet asphalt and gun oil. "Subject Zero is a legacy variable, Damian," a new voice cut through. Deep. Perfectly modulated. "She belongs in a vault, not a nursery." Damian’s rifle tracked toward the mist. He didn't move to shield me; he moved to control the space. "The suite is a Level 4 lockdown. Identify yourself before I turn that mist into a red smear." A figure stepped through the dripping titanium remains of the wall. He wore slate-gray tactical gear, but he lacked the blue optics of the synthetic soldiers.

Hazel whispers something into my ear, and it sends me back to yesteryear. "Sam's started purging again this week," Hazel informs me. I remember the nightmares of Sam vomiting out of control. She hated herself when she'd throw up. "Sam, is that true? Have you started purging again," I ask as she nods slightly? Her embarrassment forces our eyes to part. She's wearing my hoodie. Her hair is a mess. It looks like she hasn't taken it off since I abandoned her emotions on my doorsteps. "Sam, look at me. Why do you feel so horrible about yourself? Why have you started purging again," I repeat?

The surrounding temperature started to cool down. Water droplets fell on Rex and Ian ,and suddenly they started floating in water. Suddenly the water froze, and Max ,and Sam froze with it. The hp bar started to reduce for Max ,and Sam, and after the hp reached a certain level Jasmine let him free. Max knew Jasmine used this move to end the match quickly because of a reason, so he surrendered quickly. She used the stage to her advantage. Jasmine felt bad for ending the battle soon like a quick match,as she wanted to fight more, but she knew the there were some powerful vultures were watching them wanting them to fight, till both of them were not able to stand again.

Sammy thinks as she follows "What else can if do?...and wait, ya'll have names?" "The possibilities are truly endless, Samantha!" the red being answers her and continues on, "Of course we have names.... But .as I stared previously, ZEUS is a fully interactive, artificial intelligence that allows you to manipulate the holographic image in any way you'd like! if you want to see a particular detail in a different angle, all you must do is simply use your hands. You can act as if you are holding the entire image and simply rotate your hands in the direction you would like to see, or if it's a smaller detail you would Like to examine, you can simply point to that area, it will separate from the l

Evelyn moved carefully, every step echoing through the silence. Lucian stood beside her, his eyes locked on the center of the chamber: a console. Old, humming with subdued power. Around it stood pods—some shattered, some sealed. And in the far back, a figure floated, suspended in some kind of cryo-gel. Evelyn's voice came out hoarse. “Is that…” “Subject Zero,” Lucian said. “The first. Before me. Before you.” She didn’t ask who it used to be. She looked at the console, jaw tight. “How do we destroy it?”

I say. “ Your people are my people, Hera.” Zero says and I frown with disgust. “ That cringe, isn't it?” Zero asks, laughing awkwardly. I don't say anything, just glare at him. “ Do you know the person who replaced your contact?” I ask,a nagging feeling creeping up my spine. “ Roman West. But he is commonly known as Zeus. He was known for going after cartels and dismantling drug trafficking here in Chicago before he disappeared. He is only resurfacing now and I have a bad feeling about it.” Zero explains.

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

Martin turned away and began issuing the command, his voice low and urgent as he relayed instructions to someone on the other end of the line. Ethan immediately returned his attention to the display, his body tense, as though sheer will might slow the numbers down. The shipment counter continued climbing. 1,417. 1,436. 1,452. Then— The number stopped. The amber banner disappeared. The flashing route indicators slowed. For the first time since the crisis began, the dashboard became still. A strange hush settled over the room, as if everyone had been holding their breath along with the machines. Martin let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for the last minute, his shoulders sagging w

“I don’t care about Uquix. I just don’t want to suffer anymore. Just end this.” “I’ll never tell.” Samus’s eyes filled with rage but before he could administer another slash there was an explosion outside. “What the fu-” The door burst open and Penn charged in and tackled Samus to the floor. “What took you so long?” I laughed, mostly out of relief. “I’m sorry I was busy being chained to a tree.” Penn called over his shoulder before he punched Samus. “Did you hurt her?!” “I need the ring.” Samus choked out. “I need to get out of here. I’m miserable. I lost my Zelda and I hate life.”

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit