Lab Rats Vanishing Novels & Stories

I kick it back into the corridor—explosion muffled by the door. 98%… The wipe finishes. I yank the USB. Smash the terminal screen with my elbow. “Data’s gone,” I say into comms. “Prototypes next.” I grab a fire extinguisher from the wall—swing hard. Glove box glass shatters. Vials tumble—blue liquid spreading across the floor. I fire three rounds into the puddle—igniting the accelerant we brought. Blue flames bloom—chemical, hungry. “Lab’s burning,” I say. “Exfil now.”

Kael Standing at the head of the long steel table in the heart of my underground laboratory, with the hum of refrigeration units and the scent of chemicals filling the air. The walls were lined with reinforced glass cases holding rows of glowing vials, my life’s work, the serum that would turn ordinary blood into something unstoppable. Dr. Lira Voss, the same woman who had overseen Lizabella’s treatment, leaned over a holographic display, as three other lead scientists flanked her, tablets in hand, faces illuminated by the blue glow of data streams.

It led not up, but down, deep into the building’s bowels. The lower level was a revelation. It was the building’s skeleton, damp concrete, snaking pipes, the groan of distant machinery, but it had been modified. New conduits ran along the ceiling. Small cameras, their red LEDs like watching insect eyes, tracked their progress from corners. As they moved down a narrow corridor, a calm, digital voice issued from a hidden speaker. “Variable pair demonstrates cohesive movement. Stress response elevated. Proceed to evaluation chamber one.” They were rats in a maze, and the scientist was narrating their run.

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.

“True, but like chickenpox, we would give a watered-down version to werewolves at strategic points in their lives. 1 year, 5 years, 13 years, when they shift at 18, and so on. The body will naturally build up a tolerance.” “Have you tested this theory on anyone yet?” Hunter asks. “My alpha wouldn’t let me test it on any warriors, but my lab partner and I did perform a couple of experiments on some lab rats on a smaller scale.” I say shyly. “And how did that go?” Hunter asks. I sigh. “Due to the molecular structure of the rats being different than werewolves, it didn’t affect them like it should have. Rats aren’t wolves. So, we had some anomalies in our numbers.”

The legacy of Valerius was destroyed forever tonight. Several hours later, as the sun began to rise over the horizon of the Isle of Skye, Mavric and Liora stood at the edge of a high cliff, gazing out across the vast, sparkling ocean. The laboratory hidden deep beneath their feet had been permanently sealed with liquid concrete by Sebastian’s team. “It is finally over, Mavric,” Liora said, breathing in the fresh air that no longer smelled of harsh antiseptic or ozone. “Not quite yet,” Mavric replied softly. He pulled out a small legal document from his pocket.

“Dr. Russell, all your lab mice have indeed died of an unknown cause as of now. As for the videos you provided, they only serve as a reference, as we still can’t determine their authenticity. “This is a serious matter, whether it was you who made a mistake or someone else sabotaged the experiment. Therefore, before we get to the bottom of what happened, you and Dr. Stone can no longer work in the lab.” “What the....” A commotion broke out. “So what Dr. Blanc is saying is that both Dashiell and Lily would have to be contained?” “Dr. Blanc,” Lily slowly said, “I have no objections.” “Dr. Blanc…” Dashiell wanted to say something, but hearing her calm reply, he could not finish what he wanted to

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”

There were even other canisters for Gravitons, Dark Matter, and even Tachyons. ,The van was unmarked, so he was unable to identify where they were going, or who they were for. After ogling it for anothe half hour, he put it back in his bag and rushed to the abandoned physics lab at the far end of the school. Nobody came there again, so it was perfect for him, and he had turned the place into his own little sanctuary.

"You're lying. Humans don't have that capability." "Don't they?" The Mother Below gestured lazily toward the walls. They rippled, and suddenly I could see through them. Images formed, showing laboratories, holding cells, wolves strapped to tables while scientists cut into them. I recognized some of the locations. Facilities I'd heard rumors about but never confirmed. Places where wolves went missing and were never seen again.