Lab Rat Chase Novels & Stories

He turned to flee down a side tunnel. "After him!" Chase shouted. We gave pursuit, our footsteps pounding against the stone floor. The tunnel twisted and turned, the air growing colder and damper. The echoes of our chase bounced off the walls, creating a disorienting cacophony. "He's leading us into a trap," Chase warned, his eyes darting around for any signs of danger. "I don't care," I retorted. "We can't let him get away." We burst into another chamber—a dead end. Sebastian stood in the centre, a wicked smile on his face.

"All I know is that all labour and little play equal a miserable life. Trust me, I know." "Point taken," Chase commented as he checked his watch. "How's Ruru doing there?" he inquired of his three-year-old blond labrador. He'd asked Justin to look after his dog tonight. Roro became concerned when big groups invaded his house. "Ruru is under my desk right now, chewing on that white toy ball — oops, he just heard his name, and he's looking at me with that 'Let's play' speech, so we will." "Thank you for keeping him overnight; parties irritated him."

I ask in a cheery tone. “You know, it’s so funny that you say that!” Jessica nervously chuckles, scratching the back of her head. She steps backward, inching away from me. It’s my turn to laugh now! “Oh? Is that so?” I ask, matching every step she takes back. She turns around, quickly escaping the close proximity we are to each other. I quickly chase after her. Jessica screeches and I chase her around the lab like we’re in high school. The lab is filled with laughter but our laughter quickly dies when the lab door opens. We stop our game of cat and mouse and turn to Sebastian’s Beta, who enters in a rush.

But that was okay, a minute of distraction isn’t bad. To catch a rat. You have to throw them off your scent. Good luck, jasmine.

He examined the ceiling. “So,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “So,” I echoed. He said nothing again. Awkward silence. I shifted my weight, my elbow bumping the shower curtain rod. Clink. Then, another sound was heard—a skittering, scratching noise from the corner near the base of the toilet. We both froze. A small, sleek, grey shape darted out from behind the porcelain. Beady black eyes glinted in the fluorescent light. A rat. A huge one!

other parties protect it from another party, or a secret room going there in the battlefield if they find it, and give their batch to the box then they going to win this match, the party who going to chase will going to have a device to track the location of the room, so they can protect it from another party, those who going to catch are called cat and those who going to be caught are called a rat, most important rule this whole map going to change for three times, so they must reach the top of a building or must be on street, it takes place in every 30 min, change can kill them, if they are not careful, they both have the read rules and the gate opens they both go different ways and reach

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.

After mercilessly flinging me onto the ground, Christopher patted my face and said mockingly, "I know you're about to die, and I also know you don't want to die in the basement. "But I just want you to find no peace even in death. After all, a rat should die in its own rat hole. Don't worry. I'll take good care of Eliza and everything in this family. So, you can just go ahead and die!" With that, he laughed heartily and left. The basement door slammed heavily shut, and darkness swallowed me once more. I crossed my arms and hugged my own body. The cold and pain closed in around me. In the final moments before my awareness slipped away, all I felt was regret. If only I could have died under th

"An enforcer of the Night Pavilion is truly worthy of being one of Capital City's top elites!" Chase suddenly let out a light laugh. "Hmm?" Morty was momentarily stunned. In the next instant, Chase's speed suddenly increased. His figure split into three afterimages, darting in different directions. "Escape!" Chase shouted, and his figure shot out like lightning. "You won't get away," Morty sneered. A black dagger whistled out from his side, chasing after Chase.

I can't loose you because if I lose you then I loose everything. -Rain Rain POV We entered the house. It was quiet. No movement. No helpers. No guards stationed outside. Only Damien's most trusted men Dante, Pear, David and Antony stood there. I was still digesting everything. I didn't know how to react. I looked at the coffee table to see something red kept there. I moved closer to see it was Coco whose brown fur has turned matte red. I tried touching him but I couldn't build up the courage.