Lab Rats Krane Novels & Stories

Little Mouse stood frozen, her hands pressed to her mouth, eyes wide with horror as she watched the scene unfold. The rats poured out, crawling over Bruno’s body, their tiny claws digging into his skin. As they began to bite, his screams turned frantic. “Please! No! Someone help me!” he begged, his voice cracking as he struggled against the restraints. Bruno thrashed against the chains, his legs flailing in desperation, but it was no use. He was trapped, his only escape buried beneath the bucket. The terror of his situation was palpable, even if he couldn’t see what was happening.

Over the course of five years, I was tortured repeatedly—my limbs broken and reset, my flesh sliced open, and my body completely ruined. In order to survive, I was reduced to fighting dogs for food. When I truly felt I could barely hold on any longer, I went to great lengths to steal Dr. Harding's phone. I tried to get Eliza to bring me home, but what I got in return was her immediate refusal. "You must pay the price for what you've done. Just stay there and be the test subject for Christopher's drugs. And quit plotting to come back and replace him!"

/-RAVEN-/ The pits felt a lot more safer than being up there with those animals. But then, when he said rats, I assumed he meant actual rats or rodents at least but this pit was a very deep well and this well had crocodiles in them. I'm not even sure that is possible. Point is, Eric is not even smart and I always about to die. There was still dragon bane in my system and until I flushed it out, or my body neutralised it, I was nothing but a defenseless human with chains around her wrists.

Why isn’t that door opening? "She’ll be fine." Zack appears before me, and he claps a hand on my shoulder. "She’s stronger than she looks." I don’t give a response as I keep my eyes on the door and just as my vision starts to blur, the picture distorting, the door is pulled, and the man appears in his white coat. Kaleb steps forward before I do, and I merely stand behind him.

Their eyes glowed red. “I’ve got this, Mom,” Ralin said confidently. He quickly created his own air shield, adding a bit of pale green color so Leesa would know what he was doing. The rodents did not make as much noise slamming into the barrier as the crows did, but their fur sizzled more loudly than the birds’ feathers as they died. The swarm of rats kept coming, climbing up upon the bodies of their fellows to try to get at their three targets. The stench of their charred corpses was even stronger and more foul than that of the crows.

The burly deabru flew back like she Chuck Norrised him. The asphalt shifted beneath her feet and at a glance, it’d been broken down into dark gravel. Before she could think of what that meant, Voss started clapping. “And there we have one verified lab rat,” he said, tossing his cigarette. “Let’s see what else she can do.” With a wave of his hand, the woman rushed Dannie next.

I've tried all sorts of creams and herbs, but it just isn't working. After mixing the whole thing, I watch the whole thing come to a perfect blend. I grab my two test rats from their cages. "I'm so sorry, guys, but I really need your help," I smile apologetically. Hesitated before placing the poisoned cheese in the cage. What if they actually die before I could give them the cure but I brush the though away and get it to them anyway I watch as they rushed to take bites of it. It took less than three seconds for them to collapse.

Crane’s eyes gleamed. “Because my legacy didn’t die with me. It multiplied.” He pointed to the boy. “To him.” He pointed to Elias. “To you.” And then— He pulled a remote from his coat. Elias shouted— “Don’t—” Crane pressed the button. The far wall opened. Revealing a second Elias. Eyes dead. Hands twitching. No soul. Just machinery wrapped in flesh. “Meet Version Zero,” Crane said. “The control specimen. The one with no memory. No emotion. No resistance. Pure obedience.”

Jade After the unexpected attack on the pack, Darius and I wasted no time organising meetings with scientists. Now, five days later, we found ourselves in a secret laboratory that seemed more like a fortress than a workplace. The lab was bathed in cold, sterile white light, the kind that left everything sharp and cold. It stretched wide, with rows of polished metal counters lined with vials, wires, and gleaming weapon prototypes that looked as deadly as they were sophisticated. Scientists in pristine lab coats moved around like ghosts, focused and determined, their heads bent over blueprints or screens flickering with code, adjusting equipment that hummed quietly with raw power. This place w

He turned to Crane, shouting, “What’s the code?” Crane smirked weakly. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” River’s patience snapped. He pressed his hand against the man’s chest. “Give me the code, Crane, or I swear..” “Fine!” Crane barked. “It’s LilaKnight.” River typed it in. The computer unlocked, and the upload screen appeared. He hit cancel, the timer froze at 00:00:32. He exhaled, trembling slightly, then turned to look at Crane. “You’re done.”