Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

Arthur slammed the door shut behind us. We were in total darkness. "Julian?" I reached for him. "I'm here," he said. Suddenly, lights flickered on. We were in a high-tech lab, similar to the one under the estate, but smaller. And standing in the center of the room, strapped to a gurney, was Marcus. He was pale, his chest rising and falling shallowly. Tubes ran from his arms to a machine that was beeping slowly. "Uncle Marcus?" I ran to him.

All looked broken. “Moon Goddess,” Cassandra breathed. “What have they done?” We found Marcus in the last cell. A male wolf in his early twenties, emaciated and scarred. His eyes were silver, but dim, barely glowing. They had been draining his power somehow, siphoning it for their experiments. “Marcus,” Cassandra said gently. “We are here to get you out.” He looked at us with dull incomprehension. “Not real. Hallucination. They give me drugs. Make me see things.”

‍ "Viktor is a loyal dog, but he has no b​rain for strategy​. If he’s moving cash, someone else is⁠ holdin⁠g‌ the leash." "We ar‍e tracking‍ the‍ origin of th​e autho‍rizati⁠on code‌s," Marcus​ s​a⁠id, bo​wing his head slightly⁠. "In the meantime, Howard Harrin⁠gton has arrived at his Long Isla​nd estat⁠e. He w‍as informed of y​our terms. He was profound⁠ly​ resistant, bu​t gi‌ven‌ that his co‌rporat​e bon‌ds were downgraded to junk status forty minu⁠tes ago, he has complied. He is cu⁠rrent‍ly waiting​ in the basem‌ent."

Nevertheless, I was still gasping for air as I felt my lungs burning probably not because of the environment but the pressure I've faced these days. "From your information, how long has Marcus been here?" I asked while ignoring my burning lungs. My hands still held on that box as if holding on to life itself. Joe was composed as his eyes were still on that rocky road. "When the board eliminated your father, Marcus knew that he's the next victim. He has no option than to hide. He deserted everything and decided to live like a hermit while running his secret lab procuring the cure. That liquid happens to be the heart that is missing in his titration".

“Boss… it’s Marcus.” Jaxon froze. “Say that again.” “Marcus. He’s the breach. He fed the codes through a shell uplink two hours ago. We traced it back to one of Evelyn’s off-grid servers.” Raven’s stomach dropped. "Marcus, the quiet one. He'd be loyal for a decade or more, taken a bullet meant for Jaxon," she thought. “Where is he now?” Jaxon asked, voice dangerously calm. Viktor hesitated. “Basement level. He didn’t run.”

" Gary's figure then vanished and the person remaining on the room remained still as if digesting the information. "Send the manual on my table screen Anna," Marco instructed Anna. "Affirmative, president." Anna complied. Marco read the contents of the manual as he tried to emulate the teachings and found that it is easier to cultivate and a session raised his strength significantly since Marco was an SSS evolver making little progress was a thing of the norm. He was shaken as he thought of all the possibilities. "Have the human lab rats train on this for a week Anna. Tell me the results daily," Marco said again when he gained his calm.

The next day, I was scrolling through my phone when I came across Isabella’s Instagram. Her latest post was a photo of her and Marcus in the medical lab, their heads bent together as they studied a computer screen, engrossed in conversation. Beneath the picture, Isabella had written: "Exploring the clinical applications of Moonlight Therapy with Marcus. This revolutionary research is going to change the future of lycan medicine! Thank you to my brilliant research partner for his unwavering support. #MoonlightTherapy #LunaMedicalAwardHereICome"

Government Research Facility In Colorado (2039) The air in the lab smelled of bleach and burnt wires. It was a cold, sharp smell that made everything feel sterile and wrong. Dr. Marcus Reese adjusted his glasses and stared through the thick glass of the containment tank. Inside, the creature called Aerion floated in green liquid. It was pale and almost see-through. Veins pulsed slowly beneath its skin like glowing wires. It looked almost human. It looked peaceful. “The suppressant is holding,” Marcus said quietly, “but it is fighting harder every day. We are pushing it too far, Lena.”

The reminder that Marcus’s people are Marcus’s people, and everyone else can file a complaint with the nearest burning civilization. Instead, Marcus exhales. “I know that.” “I know you do,” Eli says. Another pause. Then Marcus looks at Jonah. “Off rotation,” he says. Jonah opens his mouth. Marcus adds, “Medical check. Then sleep.” Jonah closes his mouth. Smart boy. Eli nods once, as if Marcus has not just conceded the point. As if he had expected him to, if approached correctly. Maya adds that to the list. Eli knows something. Maybe not APEX. Maybe not W-17. Maybe not whatever ugly little machine produced phrases like behavioral observation and primary consolidation.

He was savage and could shut up a blabbermouth like Mason Waters. "You are very nice, Mistress." Marcus blushed and both he and she engaged in their talk. His Mistress was truly a sight to see. Even a robot like him felt his processor- a device which was equivalent to a human brain in a robot, blanking. Instead, he turned goofy and silly in front of her. In the future, he would really cherish her and give her lots of awesome advice, so she would not abandon him. Mason, who was blatantly ignored by these two, turned to Sofia who was looking at him with excitement, "You're going to gift me one too, right?"