Lab Rat Series Novels & Stories

"What's happening down there?" "Um, um!" Henry stuttered. "Rats!" Jack said, and Henry shot him a surprised look. "There are rats in the lab! Lots of them." "Rats?" Mr. Richard said, sounding alarmed. Jack and Henry nodded. "Yes, dad," said Henry. "God knows I can't stand rats!" Mr. Richard said, entering his office as one of his guards opened the door for him. "Now's your chance to run!" Jack whispered. "Dude, find out why he's here!" Henry whispered back and headed for the lab.

Chapter 9: Subject Zero Escapes and Consumes Chaos Unleashed Instantly The lab was silent, sterile, humming with vibration that seemed older than the building itself. Fluorescent lights flickered, throwing jagged shadows across coiled cables that lay like snakes across the floor. Metal benches gleamed coldly, screens reflecting back, faint green glow of data lines twisting faster than anyone can comprehended. Dr. Harrow and Ramirez were the only humans present, though neither could relax. Every monitor pulsed with erratic patterns, digital echoes of bodies that didn’t exist.

It was deliberate. Lira quickly removed her coat and gestured for Malcolm to put the rat inside. “Let's contain it,” she said, her eyes locked on the creature. Malcolm nodded and carefully placed the rat into the coat, securing it tightly. “Let’s go to the laboratory to check it.”

, he says. Oh how I've missed this man. His charms and most importantly his warm hugs and comforting scent of citrus and oak. "It's good that you're here now mr. Stepanov. We need your signature for the MRI scan. It will help us to determine how much of her brain function Miss Costello has back.", the doctor informs him. Not long after I can hear the scribbling of a pen. Noah is probably signing the permission slip. "Doctor, before you wheel her away, can you answer just one question I have?", he asks in his smooth tone.

I said, “every experiment in this lab gets tested on you first. Before any volunteer. Before any animal trial. You.” I leaned close. “You are my lab rat now.”

Just like you mentioned yourself, we use rats and do not really bother if they live or die in the process, that is because aside from the fact that they can reproduce rapidly, their small size, ease of maintenance, short life cycle, and abundant genetic resources. But most of all is because it is due to their anatomical, physiological, and genetic similarity to humans. And aside from being the a major source of food for many predators and scavengers, including hawks, fox, bobcats, and even wolves are not even useful in the ecosystem so they become useful to the medical studies, but may I remind you that this case with Marco is different-”

Cairo hadn’t been Sean’s choice. FLASHBACK — MESSARA LAB, 1943 — NIGHT A stripped-down lab, crates stacked for retreat. A German doctor in a stained coat stood over a strapped Greek teenager. “Extraction,” he murmured for the log. “No anesthetic.” The boy screamed; orderlies held him. Vials clinked. A second table. A sobbing girl dragged into restraints, then stilled with the butt of a rifle. The doctor’s glare cut the guard to size. “You damage my subject, you answer to me.” Mixtures prepared, syringes loaded, notes scratched in a hand too calm for the room. Down in the catacomb, another body joined the heap. The silence learned to hold all of it.

He’s only spent one night with us and it feels like he should have been with us from day one. Zara looks sleepy while she tells me how much work she and Estelle have gotten done on the sigma cure. They are close to testing the first version of the serum on mice. She tells me it’s the worst part because no one wants mice to get hurt. Once they have success with the mice, they can move on to bigger animals, then eventually werewolves. There is more to it, but her eyes are heavy and her words are slow. I nod my head and let her speak until she falls sound asleep. I lay in the silence and watch Zara and Dillon sleep. How did I get so fucking lucky?

As she spoke, she tenderly stroked Christopher's face. Christopher looked at me smugly, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes from time to time. That familiar look instantly dragged me back into the past. Every time he wore that expression, it meant I was about to be whipped. At the thought of the pain from those days, I flinched. Christopher smiled with satisfaction. Meanwhile, the researcher of the basement laboratory, Gene Harding, chuckled at Eliza's words and cast a meaningful glance over Christopher. "I told you that as long as you handed Sutton Parker over to me for five years, Christopher would definitely recover. Here's the medicine—take it home with you. After seven days, Christoph

He looked at his course mates who surrounded him at the Rat which was at the brink of death when it was brought in, but now, it was alive and breathing well. It suddenly snapped in his head—He did it! “Yes! I did it!” He cried out in excitement, then jumped out of his chair in joy. The cheers in the lab was loud and they all happily celebrated with him, then assisted Evans in cleaning up and also making sure that the lab rat would survive. Done with all of this, Evans fell on the couch, tired and drained both mentally and physically. He hadn't eaten since yesterday night and he felt so hungry that he could die.