Lab Rat Chase Novels & Stories

gripped my clutch so tight my fingers ached. Cameras flashed nonstop, catching Sebastian’s face in perfect focus. His smile was effortless, his stride confident. Everyone’s eyes were on him. And me? Invisible. “Mr. Banks, over here,” someone called. He didn’t bother turning. I fell into step behind him, heels clicking softly against marble. “Sebastian,” I said, hoping for even the smallest acknowledgment. “The Huang Group asked if you’d meet them tomorrow.”

After a few minutes, Ingrid spoke again. “I know this might not be the right time to tell you this, but you are going to be an escort for Lorenzo tomorrow night.” “What?” Evie eyes widened and her heart started beating fast. “Yes. He wants you to be his date to the gala he’s hosting tomorrow night.” Evie shook her head. “You mean I’m going to see that monster again?”

The only person who accompanied me throughout my search for a home was Raphal. “Do you think they will accept me?” I asked in a low voice, trying not to attract a wild animal around. In those months of traveling with rogues, I experience at least three to four tail-chasing incidents. We were mostly chased by wild animals and I mostly hid in rabbit burrows or bushes. “I don’t know, do you?” he said, a little bit harsh. But that’s Raphal, he always sounds mad. “If not, you got to continue learning and surviving alone.”

Samantha frowned, "The behemoth beast." Realization dawned on Elaina as Samantha spoke. In midst of the chaos and shock by what had happened Elaina had completely forgotten what she had discovered before she went into shock from the cold. Looking around she tried to see if that irritating ratize had followed her back to camp. "What are you looking for?" Chase asked looking confused. "I'm looking for a rat." Elaina announced jumping up. "I know that little coward is around here somewhere." As if on que the sound of scuttling and snuffling could be heard as the ratize beast made it's appearance.

The Mega eyes functions was not completed, and it was due to a missing memory card, one that only the smartest and most intelligent scientist could remove without destroying all the robot's programs, LAB DOWN Rats, where the nickname giving to the country special scientific investigation and Reformation boat, and were only seen at such time when there was.something cogent to be investigated, and their pattern of investigation made the scientists nicknamed then,as the rats, for they were going to poke nose into everything that concerns staffs, both personal and officials.

He answered softly then pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground. Chase was what I called my opposite, he was a very quiet and humble man. He always had this calm expression on his face that made people complain because according to them they couldn't distinguish whether he was happy, sad, angry, or hurt, which was weird because I could. He wasn't that built at all and he was slightly taller than I was, he was human and his obsession was with my kind. He worked as a researcher in one of the most powerful labs. Although he was uninterested in most things, when he came across me he was completely captivated. Not that I blamed the man, most humans couldn't resist my charms.

I assumed. “This way.” He turned and ran off down one of the tunnels. Not wanting to lose him, I ran after him. Not wanting me to be burden-free, Marv ran after me. At first, we were just running down empty tunnels. There was no sign of the rats, no sound, no lights. Within a few minutes, though, we heard the familiar chittering. “Ho, dirty rats!” shouted Schneed. “We come for your women!” He hollered and whooped and then ran away in a mad scramble.

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.

Isaac asked her out the next week. Mind back at the corridor, I rushed my pace and then quickly turned into the lab area. My destination was just a few feet ahead, I knew because I had already come here a couple of times. Or maybe just one. A nauseous feeling washed over me and suddenly the corridor seemed to narrow and lengthen before my eyes. The door appeared to be more and more distant and smaller, and a sensation of vertigo started to take control over my body. The words that I had just read minutes ago wandering again inside my head. Work together. Great collaboration. Oh, God.

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."