Lab Rats Series 3 Novels & Stories

When they noticed the rat jumping around in the box, they all gasped. “OMG. It worked.” Trisha screamed. “It’s alive.” Dalett dashed towards the box. “You’re alive.” “I still cannot believe it.” Selena said. She began laughing. “Guys, it worked. It really worked.” Their celebration came to an end when they heard a knock on the door. “Selena.” They could hear Hania’s voice. Selena told the girls to keep the rat, book, and everything else used in the experiments. She approached and unlocked the door.

He casually grabbed a generator-like device and connected it to a wire under the cage. Immediately, the rats began running madly in the wheel inside the cage. On the other end of the generator, a lightbulb suddenly flickered on. After that, the wire was connected to Marius' wrist. "Aargh! Aargh!" "130 volts! He won't die!" Liam grinned and told everyone to go and rest. He smirked as he closed the door to the interrogation room. "What do you think, Rosalie? Was that fun?" Liam was venting his anger at Marius in every way he could think of. He didn't concern himself with whether or not Marius would live or die.

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.

It was deliberate. Lira quickly removed her coat and gestured for Malcolm to put the rat inside. “Let's contain it,” she said, her eyes locked on the creature. Malcolm nodded and carefully placed the rat into the coat, securing it tightly. “Let’s go to the laboratory to check it.”

"Let's go." They move through Sub-Level Three. Past the horrors. Past the evidence of everything Torres has done. The nano-cameras around Emma's neck are still recording. Still transmitting. Victoria is seeing this. The FBI is seeing this. But they're not here. Not yet. Emma and her group are alone. They reach the main lab. A massive space. Equipment everywhere. Computer terminals. Monitoring stations. And in the center, operating tables. Twelve of them. All occupied. Test subjects. In various stages of enhancement. Of failure. Of death.

"There's nothing wrong with being an omega, little brother." "I'll be right here with you." Mike whimpered in response. "Please... hold me..." The omega obliged, pulling him close. "I'm right here." **************** Bruno picked up the syringe calmly. He glanced at Ernesto. "Has this been tested before?" His right-hand man nodded. "The rat died after three minutes." The alpha hummed softly. "Bring the animal forward." The tiny Chihuahua puppy sat perched on the cool, stainless-steel examination table, its minuscule frame dwarfed by the expanse of white and metallic surface around it.

He grabbed a neutralizing spray and doused the cage in a cloud of thick, white mist. The violet light in the rat's eyes flickered and died. Subject 42 slumped back onto all fours, its fur returning to a dull white. It blinked, let out a normal, pathetic squeak, and began to groom its tail as if it hadn't just dismantled the social lives of half the room. The lab was in chaos. Students were whispering, crying, or staring at Thorne with newfound suspicion. Thorne himself looked like he was about to have a stroke.

Then it was gone. “Command tent’s this way,” Sara said, and swung the door wider. Kim brushed past, Jane tight to her side, Tom and Leslie on their heels. In the lab’s silence, the werewolf on the gurney exhaled a wet, rattling breath. Its eyelids trembled. On the bench, the cooler’s display ticked a steady 4 °C. The serum pulsed softly with its own small light. —

After receiving the data from Arbotte Laboratory, Lance immediately led his team into a frenzy of overtime work. The information provided by Arbotte Laboratory gave them a breakthrough and set them on the right path. After several days of research, the team overcame a technical barrier. Excitedly, Lance found Cory and said, "I have good news for you! Our experiment has reached the third stage!" Upon hearing this, Cory was also delighted and said, "This is indeed good news. Lance, congratulations. By the way, Boss is here. Let's go and share this piece of good news with him."

All of them. Lira could've been any one of these girls. Hell, she probably was... and worse. I flipped through the pages faster now, heart pounding as I came across medical reports. Dosage logs. Experimental formulas with half the ingredients scribbled out or labeled only by number. "Subject 37 – Unstable hormonal spike after Formula C – advise additional sedation." My blood ran cold. Three-Seven. Lira. They kept fucking logs on her like she was a lab rat. Not a person. Not a woman.