Lab Rat Episodes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Evelyn shot back, her voice sharp. Raven let out a slow breath, pulling a black device from her bag and placing it on the table. “You don’t have to take my word for it,” she said, pressing a button. The screen came to life, displaying a footage of a bright, sterile lab. Scientists moved around in white coats, their faces covered by masks. “What is this?” Adam asked, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer to the screen. Raven didn’t answer immediately, her expression hard as she pointed to the video. “Just watch.”

Seeing that Sue was livid, Igor promptly told the staff to turn on the projector screen and play the recording of the experiment for Frank. It was a time-lapse video, showing that in just three days, a lab rat with its rear leg miraculously regenerated moved around like nothing happened. The later footage of macaques showed the same result, and some of their arms were significantly stronger after regenerating, with one almost punching through the tempered glass. Sue sighed in relief—thank goodness Igor actually produced results, or she would be humiliated.

If a living organism is overgrown, it can go astray and become a dangerous kind of species. So after we took a little we put that potion in a safe place so that no animal or even a human could drink that. We looked closely at the rat and were shocked to see it move fast inside a small cage. Because of what we found out, smile printed in our face. The experiment that we did was totally made perfectly.

Jessica brought Lisa and Mindy to visit him. Then, Jessica handed William a video. It turned out that while Amanda had destroyed all the lab's surveillance footage that day, she overlooked a hidden camera I had installed. I had set it up as a precaution during the final stages of the experiment in case anything went wrong with the experimental products. William's hands trembled as he looked at the video. "Sarah, the one who's not loved is the third wheel. Mr. Carter can only choose between you and me. Let's make a bet and see who he picks!"

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

And had the highest rate of death and was totally unsafe. Compared to Lab Rat which spawn every day, Potential Lab Rat had lower numbers in comparison. In human history, there’s only 50 permanent Potential Lab Rat and four candidates of Potential Lab Rat. The irony about it was, after countless deaths, a lot of hassle, the owner of the institution of the human experiment was waking up with the news of the first successful Potential Lab Rat. “A successful Potential Lab Rat… you mean…” His eyes trembled, realizing who Amino was referring to.

“True, but like chickenpox, we would give a watered-down version to werewolves at strategic points in their lives. 1 year, 5 years, 13 years, when they shift at 18, and so on. The body will naturally build up a tolerance.” “Have you tested this theory on anyone yet?” Hunter asks. “My alpha wouldn’t let me test it on any warriors, but my lab partner and I did perform a couple of experiments on some lab rats on a smaller scale.” I say shyly. “And how did that go?” Hunter asks. I sigh. “Due to the molecular structure of the rats being different than werewolves, it didn’t affect them like it should have. Rats aren’t wolves. So, we had some anomalies in our numbers.”

He stepped toward the center of the Pit. But before he could reach her, the overhead monitors flickered. The global livestream didn't cut to black; it changed. Instead of the Pit, it showed the interior of the Council’s main laboratory. It showed rows upon rows of "Vial-Beasts" being prepared. And it showed a video of Kael’s father and Mother Lunaris shaking hands over a map of the city’s water reservoirs. "What?" Lunaris shrieked, looking at the screens. "Who is doing this?"