Lab Rat Episodes 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.

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."

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that Lily is barely paying attention, handing her bowl to Sebastian’s Beta. I continue with the demonstration and gesture for them to come close and watch. A large magnifying glass hovers over the rat’s stomach where its infection is. Sebastian steps behind me, his chest pressing against my back, towering over me, watching as the powder goes its work. My breathing grows shallow. Subconsciously, I push back into him, tilting my head to the side so he can have a better view. Jessica clears her throat and my gaze snaps to hers. She barely shakes her head, gaze flickering to Lily, whose glare shoots daggers at Sebastian and I. I gulp and dip under his arm, c

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.”

Cola shoved both doors open with practiced ease before sprinting toward the neighboring apartment on all fours. The damn rats had already scattered throughout the rooms, darting across the floor and climbing everywhere in sight. The apartment descended into chaos as the people, the dog, and the rats tore through every room. Flower vases shattered across the floor. Table lamps crashed apart. After two exhausting hours, the three people and the dog finally killed several of the mutant rats and hauled the carcasses onto the rooftop to blow off steam. Nicole had been reading for so long that her whole body felt stiff, so she got up and stretched.

The horde, previously scattered, huddled in the periphery, watching with a mix of fear and curiosity. With a guttural growl, I confronted the second rat, my senses attuned to the pulsating energy of the sewer. The skirmish began anew, a dance of primal instincts in the forgotten corridors. The second rat lunged, its movements calculated, but my reflexes were quicker. I sidestepped the attack, the rat's jaws snapping at empty air. Our battle unfolded in a chaotic crescendo, the clang of claws and the eerie sounds of the sewer resonating through the damp passages. The other rats, witnessing the defeat of their alpha and now a second formidable foe, cowered in fear, their tails coiled in submis

Everything needed to be noted as it would be made into a book later regarding the research and put in the library for future reference. However, when James looked into the log dated recently, he did not see anything being injected into a lab rat. There was, however, the injection log of his daughter and it was dated two days ago. But the logs of the days before that, even dated a week back had not shown there were any experiment on the lab rats using the last serum. He was confused about this, recalling that the doctor might forgot it at his home. But even the doctor would not make a mistake such as forgetting to update the log here.

“Bring me the dirt.” One of the rats raised his hand. “Sir.” Gabriel’s lips curled. “Talk.” The rat cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up. “It’s worse than we thought.” Gabriel leaned forward. “I’m listening.” The rat clicked a few keys. The giant screen lit up. Pictures. Videos. Emails. Chats. It was a gallery of filth. Gabriel whistled low. “Well, well, well.” The first video played. Lulu on a yacht.

The pain subsides immediately. I sigh. It was indeed foolish to choose explosive strength over regeneration. I didn’t think it would be this bad though. “Are you done?” The rat asks. It has been watching me from the other table. The fluorescent lights overhead give out for a moment. When it returns, the rat is right in front of me on my table without a noise. “I can help you, you know?” She coos, looking me over with pity in its eyes. “Just like old times.”

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.