Lab Rats Krane Novels & Stories

He hit the mat hard, his vision swimming with grey spots. "Get up. You’re a Sun-Omega. Act like it." "F**k your titles," Samuel wheezed, rolling onto his side. He pushed himself up, his muscles screaming. The lab files from the night before were still burned into his brain. Subject 07. A manufactured miracle. "I’m a lab rat in a silk robe, Nathan. We both know it."

The sound, the recent quake, and the smell of blood attracted the rats again, they left their burrows with bloodshot eyes and madly dashed towards the injured monsters. “Fuck! Rhino 4 and Rhino 5 help your brothers! Beenedict get out of the cave and finish the lizard with Skeletor! All the tunneling worms attack the rats with all you got! Earl and Rhino 10 prepare to attack if things go south!” He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers.

They were free—truly free—after spending months as lab rats. Alpha Dante coughed up blood as he ran out of the lab. He stared down the street, and a mischievous glint passed through his eyes. “Stop! Don’t go, my pupils!!” He roared, his voice echoing down the street, but the kids didn’t answer him.

“Subject Zero does not respond to the usual aggression Increase. His brain waves show protective instincts. The compatibility rate of this Slum rat actually seems to break through the biochemical barriers that we have built up laboriously over years.” He lifted the whip again. The glowing red cord sounds like a Toxic snake over the ground, right on my feet. “Let’s see how much pain the band gets before it tears,” he whispered. “If I take the skin from the bones, little rat, then he will me attack? Or will his mind finally fragment under the neural load?" I didn't go back. In Sector 4, you learn early that predators hunt you when you

"If my guess is correct, Sir Cranos' death must be of your doing. Am I right?" Despite not having known him for very long, Morticia could sense what kind of person Cranos was. He was a blunt, straightforward man who was intensely loyal to the fiend race. On the other hand, Yarl was all smiles though he was nothing but evil, a wretched good-for-nothing. Judging from his character, Cranos had to have died because of him.

It’s dingy and the air feels dry despite having liquids randomly dripping from the clammy ceiling. Slowly, he started hearing screams mixed with guffaws… must be from pleasure of watching someone in pain. Along the sticky walls are cells of deranged people which were once sane. They were tortured until they lost all of their reasonings and just became one of Mr. Hunt’s lab rats—experiments which never worked. Kaiser focused his attention towards the light at the end of the tunnel-like cell, trying not to get distracted by the figures humping and twisting, groaning with lust.

The metallic tang in the air intensified, sickly sweet and nauseating. He lifted the flaps. This time, I didn't close my eyes. I couldn't. The sight that greeted me was even more gruesome than the day before. The box was again filled with dead rats. But this time, they weren’t just dead. They were mangled. Some had been stabbed repeatedly, small, dark wounds marring their fur, still oozing fresh blood. Their tiny limbs were contorted at unnatural angles. And the worst part, the part that made my stomach lurch violently, was that some of them were still twitching. Their bodies spasmed feebly, their eyes glazed over, indicating they had been killed only moments ago.

My throat was totally closed and dry. - Huh. Bold question, Pinky. But, since you're asking... I WAS thinking that this circuit here is simply beautiful. - He made a painful pause. - Modesty aside, of course. But now, with you here, and panting, I AM thinking it would be considerate from me to tell you it is not adviseable to run on the labs. Ignore. - Why… did you do it? A frustrated sigh left his lungs. - More specific, Pinky. Why did I do what? As gifted as I am, I don't read minds yet. -

The man groaned in pains as Dante took a cage of rats from Ditto. He ripped off the shirt the man was putting on, revealing the flesh of his tummy. The man struggled and screamed as Dante placed the heavy metal plate over his stomach before raising the plate up slightly and releasing four rats into it. The man's screams got louder as he felt the rats on his flesh. Dante got up on his feet and Ditto dumped a couple of hot coals on the metal plate, heating the metal up and causing the rats to scramble and run all over the man's stomach, in search of a way out to escape from the earth.

It’s the exact same mutant rat that attacked us last week. “What the actual fuck.” My jaw drops. Malcolm’s face hardens. “So they’re breeding them here. That explains the attacks.” “But why? Who would do something like this?” I feel a chill run down my spine. My breath hitches as I lean closer to the screen. The cloak’s fabric, thick, dark wool with a frayed hem matches the one Kael wore yesterday when he burst into my house unannounced. A chill runs through me. Could it be him? But why would Kael sneak into the lab and release mutant rats?