Chase Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Despite the lab's eerie and oppressive ambiance, it boasted an unnatural cleanliness and brightness that seemed to taunt the malevolence it harbored within. At the center of the lab, two colossal chairs beckoned attention. Draped in pristine surgical cloths, they were surrounded by an assortment of surgical tools and containers brimming with enigmatic biological specimens. Kevin's silver chains led Celeste to one of the chairs, as if guiding her toward a peculiar throne. "Sit down on it," he said, pointing at on of the chairs.

The cold, creamy potato salad finally made the heat feel a little more tolerable and brought back some of their appetite. Cola couldn't eat anything too heavily seasoned, so Nicole mixed goat milk into his kibble and added a piece of chicken breast for him. For several days straight, the 18th floor turned in more than 100 pounds of rats every single day. Before long, people downstairs started noticing something was off. "Strange... Why are there fewer rats lately?" The traps affected anything within roughly a 100-feet radius, and once exposed to the sound waves, the rats instinctively fled upward toward the higher floors.

“Excellent. A car will be outside in fifteen minutes. Dr. Chase, your equipment list? We will have it loaded.” “You’ll get it when I’m done revising it,” she said. “And we leave when I say we’re ready.” Karl checked a watch that probably had a pedigree. “Of course.” He turned as if to go, then paused. “Dr. Chase… one practical note. The labyrinth has a way of… rejecting tourists. Bring only those who can afford to be told the truth.” He left the way he had entered—owning the echo. Jessica and Sean stood in the emptied hall, the skylight throwing a pale coin of light between them.

Their loud conversations as they brought in coolers for my organs. But most importantly, the glass jars. Lining the walls of the underground laboratory were long glass jars. Each jar had a pup suspended in liquid… but not normal dead pups. They looked like a failed experiment. The pups were mangled, like they had been tortured before death. Most of them a cross between a wolf and a child. Alpha Tristan swore hotly, his eyes flashing amber as he ran a hand through his hair. It was the most emotion I had ever seen him show.

But this one was definitely worth knowing its name. "Bugatti La Voiture Noire, one of my favorites. Only ten of them exist worldwide and two of them are mine." I nodded, still staring in awe. Chuckling, he drove away. Tim and my bodyguards were right behind us, following closely. It wasn't difficult to convince Tim to let me come with Adrian without letting anyone know. He was hesitant at first, of course, but something in my tone made him give in. But with the condition to take him and the guard along with us.

"The Academy doesn't reward 'unexpected interactions.' We reward mastery. If this draft is functional, you pass. If not, you're in detention until the Masquerade." He dipped the pipette into the purple swirling void, drawing out a single, glowing drop. "The test subject," Thorne barked, gesturing to the cage of lab rats at the end of the bench. He selected a standard, white-furred rodent - Subject 42 - and deposited the drop onto its tongue. The reaction was instantaneous.

And they shattered her trust, and lies were told. Harry continued his rationale while Mr. Faiz was listening at the corner, giving important input when asked and needed. He clarified that there were studies like Neuroimaging studies of rats with electrodes that have been important. He added how it was, at first research on memory consolidation and dreams came from rat subjects. He clarified that other scientists ran an experiment where they released rats into a maze. The rats would run around assigned with no goal for any area. If the experts gave them favorable stimulation while the rats were replaying a certain part of the maze during sleep when the rat woke up they gravitate more toward t

We periodically come across them, and like today, we stop, trying to get the trail of the hybrids. “Why can’t we find them?” I ask Ishir as we sniff the air together. I’m getting better at determining what the hybrid is now that he’s shown me what to sniff for. “They don’t want to be found. I can’t blame them. I’m sure they were lured into a false sense of security before they were used as lab rats. And now, who knows what’s happening to them after their shifts. They could become completely instinctual, or maybe they’re in so much pain that they just want to hide. Although, it does seem like the kids are finding each other, at least in small groups.”

“The code to the elevator is Alpha-9-6-5-3-Omega.” As the elevator stops at Sub-Level 4, Patrick knocks the Lab Technician unconscious. When the doors part, we are greeted with the howls of giant wolves in glass cages. “Shit.” Down the line of cages, people are struggling to return a black werewolf to its cage. They are using taser poles on the unruly werewolf, and eventually manage to push it back inside. A guy in a lab coat spots us. “I haven´t seen you here previously? Are you authorized to be here?”

Elena POV Chen sent the photos through an encrypted link and Marcus opened them on his laptop while Adrian and I stood behind him watching, and when the first image appeared on screen I felt my chest tighten. Lab equipment. Metal tables and machines and monitors filling a sterile white room that looked like something from a science fiction movie, and everything was labeled with numbers and codes. "What is all this?" I asked. "Research lab," Marcus said. "Medical equipment, high-end stuff." He scrolled to the next photo and I saw shelves lined with vials and test tubes, each one labeled with dates and specimen numbers.