Game Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Nathan’s voice was already fading as he mobilized his resources. As I drove, I could only see red. It was still a miracle that I hadn't driven into another car by now. Laziel shifted in his seat, his eyes wide with understanding, connecting the dots that I had just painfully laid out, “The dead rats… the message… it was him, wasn’t it? It was just a game and he was toying with her.” His voice was a low growl, laced with venom.

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.

Just like you mentioned yourself, we use rats and do not really bother if they live or die in the process, that is because aside from the fact that they can reproduce rapidly, their small size, ease of maintenance, short life cycle, and abundant genetic resources. But most of all is because it is due to their anatomical, physiological, and genetic similarity to humans. And aside from being the a major source of food for many predators and scavengers, including hawks, fox, bobcats, and even wolves are not even useful in the ecosystem so they become useful to the medical studies, but may I remind you that this case with Marco is different-”

“Not really a science person,” “Well, if you check here,” he turns to the far walls, lined with cages. I didn’t notice them, but now that I do, I’m seeing rats. About five of them. “All of them were given the same poisonous drug that mother has and last night, I gave them the drug. I gave two both the drug and the pills. I’m hoping those two shows at least minimum progress. Otherwise, the drug would probably take weeks, a month even. It’s out of my hand. The good news is that I can guarantee a quicker update on the pill,”

The burly deabru flew back like she Chuck Norrised him. The asphalt shifted beneath her feet and at a glance, it’d been broken down into dark gravel. Before she could think of what that meant, Voss started clapping. “And there we have one verified lab rat,” he said, tossing his cigarette. “Let’s see what else she can do.” With a wave of his hand, the woman rushed Dannie next.

She nodded and asked him about his mission. She really wasn't expecting for Yman to acquire such a quest. After all, rats were a very hated pest. They were gross and scary. Yeah, they have fluffy fur, but they were not cute to pet. Well, depending on rats though. Since there were rats also that looks cute like a highbred hamster. Highbred hamsters intentionally bred for petting purposes. But the thing was, Yman took the quest about the Evil Rats! Those Evil Rats were hideous looking with the body as big as normal pigs. And their mouths were dripping with greenish saliva that contains poison. And those pointed teeth outside its mouth, well, scary and gross when it bites you.

Byron hadn’t called anyone on the phone. But his mental state had not changed he was still insane. He hadnt abducted anyone yet, but he still did his experiments. “All of my rats have gone missing, as if they knew I was after them as if they were saved by an angel.” Byron said, holding a rat with his two hands tightly preventing it from breathing. Byron then looked up at the ceiling, Agent lunga controlled the robo bugs to try and hide them.

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).

He laughed at the irony: rats scared of him. But Kyle was faster than they. He zoomed in, using his instincts, on the Queen rat, and darted at her, grabbing her hard on the neck, reaching up, and injecting her. The rat hissed, trying to bite him, but Kyle chucked it far from him. He then reached out and grabbed another rat, and another, and another. In a dizzying array of speed, he managed to prick at least a hundred rats before they could flee from his super-fast reflexes.