Lab Rats Vanishing Novels & Stories

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!"

“Fuck. Are there investment slots?” Nathaniel chuckled quietly, clearly amused, as he guided her deeper into the lab. They stopped at the animal testing section, where rows of glass cages lined the wall. Inside them, laboratory rats lay under observation. Cassie’s smile faded instantly. Their tiny bodies trembled. Legs stiff. Movements limited. The paralysis was unmistakable. Nathaniel’s voice remained calm, precise, almost surgical. “This is where it begins.” A small group of professionals gathered around them, their attention snapping fully to Nathaniel as he made introductions. “This is Robert Gath,” he said. “Head of research.”

Just like you mentioned yourself, we use rats and do not really bother if they live or die in the process, that is because aside from the fact that they can reproduce rapidly, their small size, ease of maintenance, short life cycle, and abundant genetic resources. But most of all is because it is due to their anatomical, physiological, and genetic similarity to humans. And aside from being the a major source of food for many predators and scavengers, including hawks, fox, bobcats, and even wolves are not even useful in the ecosystem so they become useful to the medical studies, but may I remind you that this case with Marco is different-”

I said. “You’ll see in a few minutes.” He pulled up in front of a white building with four floors and lots of windows. There was a sign in front that read “Laboratory of Experimental Research.” My eyes widened in alarm at the word experimental . Turning the car off, Zaliver was about to get out when I spoke.

The animals are anesthetized one by one after the surgery is complete and the organs have been removed. Jayden hurriedly dissected the animal by first skinning it, then cutting the part below the neck and cutting it so that the contents of the internal organs of the research animal were immediately visible. Rats are widely used as research animals because the rat's body organs are similar to humans. Jayden had no trouble at all to find two kidneys and a liver.

Our chief of security assured me that breaking into our labs was next to impossible, but it didn't help dispose of the restlessness inside me. A few more days had passed, and we had another reason to celebrate. We cured our lab rats, and although none of them had a disease as problematic to treat as cancer, we could now officially declare that our method passed the second stage. We had our little party inside the laboratory right after reading the final test results. The next day, Callan took me on another date so we could celebrate my success—just the two of us.

"What's happening down there?" "Um, um!" Henry stuttered. "Rats!" Jack said, and Henry shot him a surprised look. "There are rats in the lab! Lots of them." "Rats?" Mr. Richard said, sounding alarmed. Jack and Henry nodded. "Yes, dad," said Henry. "God knows I can't stand rats!" Mr. Richard said, entering his office as one of his guards opened the door for him. "Now's your chance to run!" Jack whispered. "Dude, find out why he's here!" Henry whispered back and headed for the lab.

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.

He was the Apex in his element—dark, silent, and utterly lethal. We moved through the service corridors, taking down guards with a terrifying, synchronized efficiency. I used my suppressed pistol to pick off the perimeter watchers while Girard moved like a shadow, breaking necks before the men could even scream. But as we reached the heavy, reinforced doors of the central lab, the air changed. The doors hissed open before we could touch them. The lab was a cathedral of glass and violet neon. Hundreds of tanks lined the walls, filled with human subjects in various stages of a horrific, twitching transformation. And at the far end, standing over a console of glowing data, was a figure that mad

I don’t argue, truth be told I am starving. I grab so many delicious things and then sit down and tell him everything Colt told me. I watch shock consume his face and he gasps, “So the lab is on Hail Wire, and they know about it?” I nod and Caleb balls his fists in anger, “Those rat bastards.” I sigh, “They are probably doing it to survive. They hide the lab, and they don’t have to participate in the experiments.” Caleb nods, “Yes, but they could at least warn us. We would have been able to protect ourselves better.”