Caitlin Lab Rats Novels & Stories

" How drunk were you?! You must have been a part fish to be able to drink so much!" " I must be... I think I still might be a little drunk. " I shook my head trying to get rid of that fuzzy feeling as I drank down my tea. " Right! If you're up to it, I need your help." " Help on?" " I need you to get me more test subjects but I need them to be bigger than rats." " Oh! God! Don't tell me cats! " I yelled. " Why not? !" " They are adorable and fluffy and!!"

Leesa wished her legs would bend like that. Caitlin was a tall, thick girl with shoulder-length hair, blond on top and dark brown underneath. Dressed in jeans and a tight black T-shirt stretched across her full breasts, she sat sprawled on one of Cali's chairs, a contented smile on her face. Big pink letters on the shirt proclaimed I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY. Definitely not the shy type, Leesa decided. “What's wrong with your foot?” Caitlin asked. Cali jumped in before Leesa could answer. “She got stepped on by an elephant when she lived with the circus,” she said straight-faced. “Not that it's any of your business.”

“Being bitten.” “Ah,” Thaelen rocked back on his heels, pleased to find there was a practical reason behind the seeming insanity of turning rats vampire. “I saw some,” he said. “In the tunnel that I collapsed. I was… intrigued. The humans fear the tunnels at night, due to the rats and snakes. I wondered how much control you had over the vampire rats.”

My access card opened the laboratory doors without question—after all, I was a legitimate member of the research team with authorized clearance for all the facilities. The expanded lab was a temple to cutting-edge research, gleaming equipment and climate-controlled storage areas that represented millions of dollars in corporate investment. Everything was labeled, organized, catalogued with the obsessive precision that characterized Claire's approach to scientific work. I moved through the space with practiced efficiency, following the protocols I had memorized until I reached the preparation area where the next phase of experimental batches was stored. Tomorrow morning, Claire would begin th

Leon, who had been quiet, was already suited up in gloves, getting down to the nitty-gritty of dissecting the mice. The others pitched in to help. As key players on the experiment team, they had more than just Helma's trust—they had the chops to back it up. They cranked out the autopsy data in no time flat. The verdict was in: the lab rat had kicked the bucket due to a nasty Glacier flare-up.

She had got the reaction she had wanted. “Did Beckah really gift you a dead rat?” Caiden asked in disgust. “Several people did,” Clara said. “She started the trend by putting a rat that she stole from the science labs in my locker. The worst one was on Valentine’s Day when someone disguised a box with a dead rat in as a gift for me.” She shuddered at the memory. There was some satisfaction that came with knowing she had made Beckah feel the same combination of fear and disgust.

It had been close to forty seconds but it felt like they had been waiting for several minutes. “I don't think it is working.” Ryan sighed. “It has only been forty seconds, son.” Grey glanced at him. “I know, I know but...” “Hold on,” Grey raised his hand and then called his attention to the rat. Ryan stopped and looked at the subject on the desk. The rat started to move from side to side, making horrible sounds. His tiny eyes swelled, becoming bigger and bigger. The same thing happened to its belly and tiny legs. It swelled and its color morphed into crimson.

Immediately, he spotted his wife. As he’d been advised, Caitlyn was seated at one of the sturdy laboratory tables before a microscope, with a tray of slides on one side, and her opened laptop to the other. Her toffee-colored eyes gleamed brightly in the microscope’s light, almost like the reflective tapetum lucidum of an animal at night. They flicked rapidly from place to place over the slide she was reviewing. “Caitlyn,” he drawled, rounding the end of the laboratory table towards her. “You about ready to go?”

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

Mr. Ronald has not grown much in these 5 years. He has just grown a small beard,which is stylish and sort of suits him. He is again sitting in his lab with a crate full of new rats as the old ones have been wasted. A couple of notebooks are there . He is experimenting something and writing it in his notebook from time to time . The sun is setting low and a few birds are there to be seen. The sky is orange with a tinge of blue in it. It looks beautiful but Mr. Ronald is quite busy to look at such 'nonsense' (for him it is).