Game Lab Rats Novels & Stories

They also explode, so if any of us break the rules or step out of line then all it will take is the push of a button and we’re taking permanent cat naps. Once the men have completed their task of chipping us all like animals, they leave and the party resumes. I often wonder if we should be studied by professionals. We’re all gathered in this room, laughing and drinking and conversing as we, in perfection symbiosis, promote the illusion that we are here by choice and are having a wonderful time. What we are, are lab rats in a maze and tomorrow we will each have to begin the long, arduous process of fighting each other to the death to make it to the end of that maze. We don’t even get a nice p

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

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

He looked so determined. I blinked again. The scenery changed into that of an underground lab. Rusty equipment was everywhere, and the roof was leaking with rainwater. The entire room smelled foul and rats were running on every corner. There was one small bed on one side, a bucket, a cupboard, and a large table in the middle of the room with a lot of equipment. They looked like an engineering lab, with wrenches, bolts, and screwdrivers of various sizes. I saw some small prototypes of air balloons on the table.

I return to the others, and they all look at me. "Come on, fellas, show us what you got." I clap my hands, and the rats all line up in rows, standing on their hind legs. When they begin singing and dancing, everyone howls with laughter. "You have them singing Y.M.C.A.?" Jessi asks while wiping the tears from her eyes. "Yep, why was there something else you'd rather hear?" Jessi shakes her head while pulling out her sword. "This is perfect. Come on, everyone, let's take care of the singing, dancing fools." With the rats under my spell and unable to fight, we have them all killed within minutes.

— No… I don't know what it consists of. — Okay, then I'll tell you. — Taking time to answer someone in this condition makes her more nervous and fearful than she already is, so I do it. Both physical and mental torture will always be my games — The game consists of breaking all the bones in the limbs of a rat, avoiding killing it. Once completed, the rat is tied to a wheel which is spun until it causes its death. — If I do it right… can I leave? — she asks scared. — Of course. — I give her a gentle smile, which seems to calm her a bit.

Chapter 9: Subject Zero Escapes and Consumes Chaos Unleashed Instantly The lab was silent, sterile, humming with vibration that seemed older than the building itself. Fluorescent lights flickered, throwing jagged shadows across coiled cables that lay like snakes across the floor. Metal benches gleamed coldly, screens reflecting back, faint green glow of data lines twisting faster than anyone can comprehended. Dr. Harrow and Ramirez were the only humans present, though neither could relax. Every monitor pulsed with erratic patterns, digital echoes of bodies that didn’t exist.

I fingered myself to orgasm needing the release and then showered and prepared for the day. I arrived at I&P and was shown to the senior agent on the case, she would fill me in on the details of who I would be interrogating and what information we needed. There were wolves partying with drugs, this is strictly forbidden other than marijuana the one natural plant we were allowed to consume as long as we followed a few rules with it. Wolves also occasionally used mushrooms and other natural substances for certain ceremonies. Fake manufactured substances were forbidden. Hard partying with non-shifters was forbidden. Alcohol and marijuana simply relax shifters and it takes a lot to have any effe

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."