Lab Rats Bionic Island Marcus Novels & Stories

Javier is preparing ( preparing) pans of pernil, tostones, arroz con gandules since even if the world comes to an end Vasquez battle, with full bellies. Marco kneels at the heart of the freezer encircled by handprints he created using his own blood. His laptops are broken their screens shattered,. The code lives within him now—golden scars glowing so intensely they produce no shadows, streaming along his flesh, in lines that sting to gaze upon. He has been silent, for six hours. He isn’t required to. We’re all aware of what lies. At 17:00 the freezer light flashes red. The temperature falls by thirty degrees in an instant.

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.

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.

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.

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.

The kind of man who’s never heard the word ‘no’ and meant it. I nod. “More than ready.” --- That night, I dream of the lab. The sterile lights. The first injection. My body convulsing as something foreign took root in me. When I wake, Marcus is sitting at the end of my bed, his back to me, watching the sunrise from behind bulletproof glass. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask. He shakes his head slowly. “I keep thinking about the lives we destroyed. All the subjects we lost. I read their files again. Every time, it hits me harder.”

He was leaning against the frame, holding a fresh tray of surgical instruments that glittered under the fluorescent lights like a collection of shitty, silver teeth. "You're finally being useful. You're finally bringing the family back together." "You... miserable... soul," I slurred, trying to pull my hand away, but Isabella's grip was like an iron vice. The door behind Marcus opened, and three men in sterile white lab coats walked in, looking like angels of death who'd lost their way. They didn't look like doctors; they looked like mercenaries who'd watched a few YouTube videos on anatomy. They started setting up the monitors and checking the pressure on the oxygen tanks, their movements f

"We know. Our brother. The first experiment." "He's more than that. I saw him die. In the explosion at Red Star Shipping. Saw the building collapse on him. He should be dead." "But he's not." "Because Catherine rebuilt him. Cybernetic enhancements. Synthetic organs. He's part machine now. Unkillable. Unstoppable. And he's coming for all of us." Sarah's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. A video attachment. She played it. Marcus stood in a white room. Surrounded by children. Dozens of them. Different ages. All hooked to machines. All unconscious.