Novel & Cerita Lab Rats Ethan

Smiling reassuringly at Celine, Ethan took the empty glass of water, set it down, and then turned in his seat to face Sebastian. “My name is Ethan Sommer. You must be Sebastian.” Dismissing Sebastian, Ethan turned toward Celine, a gentle smile lighting up his eyes. “Better?” Ethan asked.

“Hey, Gal. Long day?” I looked up and smiled politely. It was Ethan; a guy from my Pharmaceutical Calculations class. American, tall, brown hair always falling into his eyes. He had been friendly since the semester started, always offering to share notes or crack small jokes during breaks. Nothing uncomfortable, just casual classmate friendliness. “Yes,” I replied, letting out a breath. “My brain feels roasted.” He laughed and sat down beside me, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Same. Dr. Callahan talks like he’s racing someone.”

I quickly moved toward the lab, my hands shaking slightly as I scanned the room for the samples we needed. “We need to move fast,” I muttered, trying to focus on the task at hand. Ethan stood guard at the door, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. He was alert, every muscle in his body tense, as if waiting for something to jump out at us. But as I moved closer to the vials of the virus, I couldn’t help but notice the exhaustion in his posture.

Footsteps drew closer, until the familiar flash of blonde hair caught the moonlight as Ethan stepped into view. "Ah, sleeping beauty is finally awake!" He chuckled, his eyes black and sharp like obsidian under the faint light. "I was starting to think I gave you too much." "What the hell did you do to me?" Eva growled. "Just gave you a little tranquilizer laced with Wolfsbane." Ethan shrugged casually as if sharing a recipe. "Nasty stuff, burns like a bitch if you get it on your skin but you already know that because I used it on the ties binding your wrists."

I was still thinking about it when I ran into Ethan outside the math building after my Calculus class. He was sitting on the steps with a textbook open in his lap, looking like he was struggling with some problem set. “Hey,” he said when he saw me, closing the book and standing up. “You look like you’ve had a rough morning.” “Just lab drama,” I said, dropping my backpack on the ground and sitting down next to where he’d been working. “My partner almost blew us up because she wouldn’t listen when I told her a compound was unstable.”

His job was done. Ethan’s Moment: The Singer’s Key In the sudden dark and chaos, Ethan moved. The explosion was his symphony’s crescendo. While guards scrambled toward the fire, he slipped through a service entrance Ryder had marked, descending into the sub-levels. The air here was thick with the smell of fear, fur, and antiseptic. He found the “hybrid lab” not by sight, but by sound. It was a chorus of whimpers, of low, pained growls, of heartbeats moving too fast in terror. Kael’s experiments wolf pups injected with human hormones, young werewolves tortured to suppress their shifts, creatures caught between worlds.

He swallowed. That word was buried in my memories. Ethan felt something inside his mind shift. A memory appeared. Not his own. A laboratory. White walls. A glass chamber. A small child lying beneath a series of cables. The child was Evan. But he was younger than Ethan had ever seen him. Much younger. Ethan blinked, and the vision disappeared. You remember the laboratory, he said. Evan looked at him. No. I remember being afraid of it. Richard closed his eyes.

"Master Ryan, are you alright?" Ethan hurriedly helped me out of my predicament. "Are you really Ethan?" “Yes, Master Ryan.” “Prove it.” "When you were a child, you mistook my poison for water and drank five bottles. You said it tasted great and asked me to brew more for you," Ethan quickly recounted something only the two of us knew. "You really are Ethan." "You've suffered, my Master Ryan." "No, no."

It was Adam, "Ethan, Beta Hanson is awake. You need to come quickly." At Adam's words, Ethan still unsatisfied erection disappeared. He thew his shirt back on and followed Adam into another room where Beta Hanson rested. He looked terrible but better than he had earlier. He sat up slightly when he saw Ethan. "Ethan, your father, it's a trap.", he said weakly. "I'm too late. I'm sorry, there's hundreds of them Ethan. They're not interested in peace. They're going to torture and kill him on the order of Alpha Conway."

Then he opened my door. “Come on,”he said. I hesitated for a second.Then I got out. The air was cold.It hit my skin and made me shiver but not in a bad way.It felt real.That’s what I needed, something to make feel am still human and not just an experiment. Inside the warehouse it was quiet. Dusty a little bit, but it was safe for now I think. Ethan dropped his bag immediately,already pulling out his laptop again like he couldn’t afford to waste a second.“I’ll try to jam whatever signal is left,”he said quickly.“But that collar… we need time.”