Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

"This facility is not just storage. It is also a laboratory. Marcus's primary research center. Where he developed the genetic modifications. Where he kept his most dangerous experiments." "Experiments?" Damien's voice was tight. "What kind of experiments?" "The failures. The subjects who did not respond correctly to programming. Who became violent. Unstable. Uncontrollable. Marcus could not kill them because they were valuable research data. So he kept them here. Contained. Sedated. Alive." "How many?" "Forty-seven. Adults and children. Ranging from mild instability to complete psychosis. And when General Reeves breaches this facility, when his men disable the security systems, those forty-s

Julian rasped, his hand tightening briefly around her hip before he released her, turning toward the heavy transport pod with his kinetic rifle held loosely in his right hand. ​He didn't bother using the stairs. Julian grabbed the groaning Marcus by his torn laboratory collar with one hand, lifting the grown man completely off the ground like a sack of garbage, and tossed him into the rear containment bay of the pod. "The rat comes with us. If the Directorship tries to lock our frequency, we’ll use his biometric voice-print as a battering ram."

But beneath it all, Jack could smell it: the coppery tang of his pack's blood, the sharp, antiseptic scent of Lorian’s labs, and the faint, almost undetectable trail of ozone left by high-powered electronics. He found them in a large, circular chamber, a former command post for the city's long-forgotten civil defense. His men were there, strapped to medical gurneys, their bodies convulsing. Marcus was the worst. His veins were darkening, his skin stretched taut over muscles that were beginning to warp and twist. He was fighting the transformation, his jaw clamped shut, a low groan of agony his only sound. And then the trap sprung.

He offered them hope and a future. Nature has a weird sense of humor and a sick way to repeat itself. “You’ll be part of something new,” he said. “You’ll never be haunted again. You’ll never be helpless again.” Most said yes. The rest disappeared but they were never really given the luxury of choice to turn him down. He haunted them down and used them as lab rats for the first set of his experiments. ~~~ Now, in the underground bunker beneath the former temple of the red(the vale), Marcus stood before three tanks.

But I woke up first. I kept looking and blinked. He was confined to a chair across the room.? Despite his shirt being torn and his lip bleeding, he was still alive. Alert. I turned my head. Our place in the data vault was no longer available. The walls were too shabby, untidy, and white. Machines beeped softly. My table was struck by wires that were extending from the walls. “What's this place?” I whispered. Marcus mentioned that "the lab" was their authentic base.

In fact, Dax had made it clear he would not be happy until the man was wiped from the face of the earth. Engrossed in his work, Marcus and his team were interrupted by the sound of yelling and growling from the entrance to the basement. As soon as he heard the sound of his mate, Marcus stood, running to see what was happening. He stopped dead in his tracks when he got to the entrance of the lab.

After an hour, Marcus stopped and entered a code on a hidden door. It opened. Clean. Modern. Terrifying. “Welcome to hell,” Marcus whispered. They crept through corridors. Guards everywhere. Marcus guided them past patrols until they reached the main lab — a vast chamber filled with machines and glass cells. Celeste froze. “How many?” “Dozens,” Marcus said. “She’s been collecting them for years.” “We’re freeing them.” “We can’t,” Rylan warned. “We came for evidence, not a rescue.” “I don’t care.”

Marcus yelled, grabbing the headset. A bolt of blue electricity arched from the console, throwing Marcus across the room. He slammed into a rack of servers, the metal groaning under the weight. Bianca’s eyes snapped open. They weren't brown anymore. They were glowing with a violent, jagged red. "Get away from me," she rasped. Her voice sounded like two pieces of rusted metal grinding together. She stood up, her movements jerky and unnatural. She walked toward the tank, her hands trembling as she reached for the primary emergency release—the one that would vent the nutrient gel and let the vacuum of the sub-basement finish the job.

"Twenty security guards are roaming around on the main house. All of them were humans. See that lighthouse at the end part of the island?" Maverick nodded. "Underneath the lighthouse is where they built roams, not their laboratory. It is where they let the kids rest. And their laboratory, if I am not mistaken..." I did not get the chance to finish my explanation when our bodies were swallowed into the huge crater which leaves me no choice but to shift into tiny bats and a raven. "Gaius... Maverick? Are you guys all right?" I heard Archie's voice from the ground. Though his voice sounded static, I could still hear his voice from the earpods that falls off my ears when I shifted into bats.

I said carefully, “someone gave Rosa a playbook. And maybe, just maybe… wrote the script for all of us.” Marcus continued, “There’s evidence he’s alive. A signal pinged in the ruins of an old biotech lab. Hidden beneath a hospital in Westfall.” “Westfall?” Dickson muttered. “That’s a dead zone. No digital anything. They went dark a decade ago.” “Which makes it perfect,” Marcus said. “If he’s hiding, that’s where he’d be.” Amara slowly stood. “You mean this Dr. Marrow guy… He was helping her do the bad stuff?”