Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

She walked down the quiet, stone-lined corridors toward the elevator that led to the subterranean research levels where Marcus had set up his portable equipment. When she entered the laboratory, she found Marcus standing in front of a giant holographic display wall, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, his fingers trembling as he scrolled through rows of red and white data strands. Elias sat in a chair beside him, his face pale once more, his eyes fixed on a specific geometric symbol flashing in the corner of the screen. "What is it, Marcus?" Laila asked, walking over to the console, her silver skin flaring into a faint defensive glow as she felt the tension in the room.

"Selena, why have you blocked Howard's number? He's going out of his mind with worry. Text him soon. If not, he'll keep thinking something happened to you." "You guys just got engaged. Have you really gotten into a fight already? Howard adores you. You are cruel to break his heart like this." "Howard's crying. I can send you pictures if you don't believe me." His roommate, Pierce, sent me a picture, but I caught sight of a bottle of eye drops in the background. Immediately, he deleted the photo and threw the bottle away before taking another one. Their childish antics disgusted me. The saying "birds of a feather flock together" had never rung truer.

"Just... caffeine jitters." "When did you sleep last?" "I slept," Liam lied. "Between three and four." "One hour?" "It's enough. Churchill ran a war on less." "You're not Churchill," Marcus said. "And you're not fighting the Nazis. You're fighting biology, Liam. And biology always wins." Marcus leaned against the island, crossing his arms. "I called the agency," Marcus said. "The night nurse is coming tonight. 8:00 PM." "No," Liam said. He grabbed a rag and started scrubbing the floor. "No nurses. No strangers. Isabella... she could send someone. We can't trust them."

He raised an eyebrow, "Jessica, what are you doing here?" Edward was experimenting with two reagents, not even looking up, and was analyzing the compound under the microscope, very focused. Jessica whispered, "You guys continue with your work, I won't disturb you. I'll just stay with him." Antonio glanced at Mr. Marcus on the operating table and nodded. The research room wasn't very big, but was well-equipped. Jessica felt like she was in a modern research center, like something out of a movie. Mr. Marcus on the operating table was dressed in isolation gear, with an oxygen mask. His limbs were shackled, with needles inserted into his arms, chest, thighs, and legs, as well as his head, with v

​The lights in the facility flickered, then turned a deep, emergency red. ​"SYSTEM COLLAPSE. CORE INTEGRITY AT 10%. SEAWALL BREACH IMMINENT." ​The pressure of the ocean was finally winning. Small cracks began to spiderweb across the massive viewing ports. ​Marcus Sterling crawled toward the dying brain, his cybernetic eyes dimming. "No... a hundred years... gone..." ​I crawled toward Liam, shaking him awake. "Liam! We have to go! Now!" ​He sputtered, blinking back consciousness. He looked at the shattered jar, then at the water beginning to spray through the ceiling.

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.

she called out, her voice echoing in the hollow, cavernous concrete of what would eventually be the grand lobby. ​"You always were the brave one, Elara," Marcus said, stepping out from behind the massive yellow arm of a crane. He wasn't wearing a white coat anymore. He looked disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and his clothes wrinkled—the look of a man who had reached the end of his tether and realized there was no safety net. "Too brave for your own good. Too brave to see that I was the only one who actually cared about you." ​He held up a thick, weathered manila folder in his left hand—the evidence of Beatrice’s checkbooks and the doctor’s forged signatures. But in his other hand, he held a sl

He was so dissatisfied already that he dived onto his host sea of consciousness to ask in his usual mechanical voice that sent shiver down to Marcus spine just after he look at his customized watch with cold eyes like there was something dead living inside of it. Marcus was startled but still said its nothing and chatted about what he can do to escape from this cage, unscathed and unharmed as he know, judging by the quality of this age, it was really not normal for his eyes and he knows, it was also not normal for everyone that was caged inside this cage eyes as there was some faint of sparkles that came out whenever a Sotiras or heroes tried to reach out to touch the metal cage.

Machines whirred to life around him, needles and probes hovering like mechanical insects ready to feed. The lab doors opened with a soft hiss. Lily was pushed inside, her hands cuffed in front of her, her small face pale but defiant. The dog was nowhere to be seen. Marcus turned to her, his voice almost gentle. “There is another way. Lily has the same genetic marker…she’s also Enzo Senior’s descendant. If Cedric refuses to cooperate, we’ll use her instead.” Cedric lunged against the restraints, the chair creaking under his fury. “You touch her, and I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!”