Lab Rats Krane Novels & Stories

Something stronger. “Incoming transmission,” a technician called suddenly. “Someone’s accessing our secure server. They’re sending a video response.” Carter gestured for the technicians to trace the signal while displaying the incoming feed. The screen on the wall came to life. A man appeared—late sixties, distinguished, with cold eyes and a surgical scar along his jawline. Victor Krane. “Hello, Lila,” he said, smiling politely. “That was quite a performance. Rejection of traumatic symbols, reclamation of personal narrative—textbook therapeutic techniques. I’m impressed. But you’ve missed something crucial.”

He laughed at the irony: rats scared of him. But Kyle was faster than they. He zoomed in, using his instincts, on the Queen rat, and darted at her, grabbing her hard on the neck, reaching up, and injecting her. The rat hissed, trying to bite him, but Kyle chucked it far from him. He then reached out and grabbed another rat, and another, and another. In a dizzying array of speed, he managed to prick at least a hundred rats before they could flee from his super-fast reflexes.

“Fuck you.” The guy with the snake tattoo raised his hand, but Konstantin stopped him. “We're wasting time on her, Krugan.” “Krugan? Is that his real name?” Rowan muttered. “It seems this way,” I said, keeping my eyes on the screen. We watched one of the renegades destroy the locks and crash the key panel. Then several soldiers barged into the lab. Catherine observed them from the corridor, and I could see the fear in her eyes giving way to relief.

Something monstrous. I tighten my fists, nails digging into my palms as I watch. “Finalized,” one of the assistants says, voice shaking slightly. “We’re ready for the first injection.” Dr. Kane turns, his sharp, pale features unreadable. “Bring the subjects.” The steel doors at the far end of the lab hiss open, and my stomach knots as I see them—the volunteers. Men. Women. Humans who think they’re about to become something more. They don’t know what’s coming.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

Frank narrowed his eyes. "Is that so?' Crane shrugged. "I don't mind giving it to you straight—members of Torrent are actually… Ahem. A part of Torrent himself." Frank paused. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You don't get it, do you?" Crane grinned. "Then let me put it to you this way—every member is a clone of Torrent." "A clone?" Frank gasped in realization. "Yes," Crane nodded. "That's why I believe that challenging Crane is just suicide. You have no idea how powerful he is—only death awaits you down that path."

“When?” “Within these few days,” Kagura replied nonchalantly and exited the building. “Let’s check out our experiments.” In the deepest part of the military outpost was a laboratory, used to research variants of Red Spider. The way to the laboratory was lined with granite columns, to which animals that were used as test subjects were chained. Easily found in nature, these animals should be very familiar to all. However, that wasn’t the case anymore, as Red Moon’s experiments had transformed them into unrecognizable beings.

Taylor plunged at the Kraken’s neck and used the mutated artifacts to slash it. When the creature covered its neck, Taylor climbed on its back to find the transmitter that merged the six scientists to become the Kraken. The young champion ran across the creature’s back, aiming for the transmitter lodged in its lower spine. The creature twisted and swung Taylor off its back. Taylor got his bearings then readied to teleport for the transmitter again.

Chapter 9: Subject Zero Escapes and Consumes Chaos Unleashed Instantly The lab was silent, sterile, humming with vibration that seemed older than the building itself. Fluorescent lights flickered, throwing jagged shadows across coiled cables that lay like snakes across the floor. Metal benches gleamed coldly, screens reflecting back, faint green glow of data lines twisting faster than anyone can comprehended. Dr. Harrow and Ramirez were the only humans present, though neither could relax. Every monitor pulsed with erratic patterns, digital echoes of bodies that didn’t exist.

*SQQQUUEEEKK! the remaining Rats is not giving up their comrade and attack too but we successfully block them *SQQUUUEEEE..* and another Big Rat has been slain! Art gather another set of water for the next attack of rats *SQQUEEEK!!!!* the remaining Big Rat is more enraged than before and attacks us in front! both of them jumps towards us but the Rat is just an animal even though it is mutated a little, its brain was focus on its primal nature and attacks us without caring about anything