Lab Rat Chase Novels & Stories

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

It was like it was constantly evolving, which only made our task of finding a cure seem more impossible. After a few moments of studying the rat, it continued to lay in its spot. Blood from the dead rat spilled over until the alive rat was lying in it. Instead of getting up and moving, it just calmly started licking at the blood on its paws. The sight sickened me worse than I thought it would have. Getting up, I went to retrieve a syringe and something to pin the rat down with. Once it was pinned and secured, it didn’t seem bothered by it, just continued to lay there, and lick its paws.

Heavy bolts at top and bottom partner a drop-bar in the centre. From the dark hollow at the end of the corridor comes the sound of laughter and cursing; crude language; the kind that cheapens speaker and listener. But it comes no closer. Mitch tries to suck a little saliva into her mouth, swallowing against a tight throat. Something skitters by her, and she startles, pushing a fist to her mouth to suppress the shriek. Eyes darting, she follows the movement, but the rat isn't interested in her. It goes about its business, vanishing into a crevice in worm-infested floorboards while Mitch, panting, stares at the doors.

His attention pulled away from the books in his hands "Uh?" "I feel we should find out about the lab rat those two men are using. That Chick man said they were using someone to make a different version of zombie, something like that. We should probably kidnap their lab rat for a start" "You shouldn't worry then. Me and few others will sneak past his security to get the lab rat. You shouldn't get involved with this one else you might loose control again" he warned "Okay, I understand. I should probably go back now so they don't think I'm dead" She joked.

I tried to control myself, but I found myself laughing and smiling. "Just go ahead and do whatever you want to do, but I bet you that you are all going to pay for this. Each and every one of you is going to be tied to a chair, and he's going to get tortured the way I am getting tortured right now," the guy who was used as the lab rat said.

The kind children like Chase were nearly robbed of. Lucian entered the hallway a beat later, his shirt still half-buttoned, as if he’d only just stopped pacing in the study. He narrowed his eyes at Chase. “No bruises?” Chase smirked. “Not today.” Lucian knelt and inspected his arms dramatically. “Not a scratch. Huh. Maybe those kids aren’t feral rats.” Chase giggled, elbowing him softly. “You worry too much, It's just an elemantary school.”

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

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.

Alice's car ran out of gas and the engine simply stopped moving. The car halted at a stop, and Bianca opened her watery eyes. Her brows became triangular "Their cars are so close to us,” Bianca's eyes popped out as she sighted some black cars drive off. A black car behind drove towards Alice's car, the car winding down and exposing Oscar's face, a grin spreads on his face as he puts on a black sunshade. "Hmmm…” Henry hums squinting his eyebrows as he watches the cop's car chase after the men in black.

“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.