Lab Rats 2 Novels & Stories

Rachel said indifferently, it was unknown what had made her angry. Alex stared blankly at Rachel wondering what was happening, but did not say anything, he knew she was probably angry with him, for all his questions. The two proceed back to the lab after putting on the glasses, immediately after they got into the lab, they switched on the torchlight, it was then everything in the lab came clearly into their view. The lab was a spacious one, there were three long tables made with tiles on the left and right side, the last table was right in the middle of the lab, the walls were filled with all kinds of posters and drawings, and there was a corridor by the left side, a cabinet with all sorts o

The inner door hissed open. **MAIN LAB** Chaos. Banks of monitors flickered with complex data streams. Stainless steel tables held intricate glass apparatus – centrifuges, bioreactors, containment units glowing with eerie blue light. The air stank of ozone, disinfectant, and something acrid and biological. Two figures in white biohazard suits fumbled with heavy, sealed cases near a central console. Two more guards charged from a side corridor, rifles coming up. **“ACID NOW!”** Harlan roared, diving behind a heavy lab bench.

The rat ate and had remained active a few minutes after the poison, running around in the box Jayden put it in. The rat then moved slower and slower until it remained in a corner of the box, younger Jayden attentively watching it. The rat then began to twitch and squeal, its eyes on Jayden as it died. He could sense the pain, sadness and regret in the rat’s eyes and watched until the very last twitch, a strange kind of pleasure shooting through his body.

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.

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

The air in the underground lab felt heavy like it hadn’t been breathed in years. The faint hum of dormant machines slowly awakened, their circuits glowing faintly blue against the dark concrete walls. A cold draft swept through the room, carrying with it the scent of metal, ozone, and something that felt alive. Lola’s flashlight beam swept across the rows of monitors, each flickering between static and half formed images of dorm rooms above. Every feed displayed a different angle some showing empty hallways, others frozen on distorted shadows that looked too tall to be human.

He looked so determined. I blinked again. The scenery changed into that of an underground lab. Rusty equipment was everywhere, and the roof was leaking with rainwater. The entire room smelled foul and rats were running on every corner. There was one small bed on one side, a bucket, a cupboard, and a large table in the middle of the room with a lot of equipment. They looked like an engineering lab, with wrenches, bolts, and screwdrivers of various sizes. I saw some small prototypes of air balloons on the table.