Novel & Cerita Lab Rats Vanishing

I don’t know why he’s leaving that out on purpose because I’m certain he knew, the reason why I was after these freaking labs in the first place is to get rid of that main lab and stop the goddamn experiments. About three betas I’m familiar with went missing because of that goddamn experiment, they did show up later but they were no longer themselves, two of them died tragically while the other disappeared. My investigations led me to believe it had something to do with those experiments but what led me to start investigating the Willows wasn’t just the disappearance of those betas, rogues and helpless werewolves already started disappearing before that.

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

Mr. Ronald has not grown much in these 5 years. He has just grown a small beard,which is stylish and sort of suits him. He is again sitting in his lab with a crate full of new rats as the old ones have been wasted. A couple of notebooks are there . He is experimenting something and writing it in his notebook from time to time . The sun is setting low and a few birds are there to be seen. The sky is orange with a tinge of blue in it. It looks beautiful but Mr. Ronald is quite busy to look at such 'nonsense' (for him it is).

The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language. Despite the terrifying scene, that could leave anyone lax, the big-brown rats were running and jumping around with no care in the world. They were busy measuring one corner to another and at times, were stealing the preserved meal in the forgotten containers. Their holes, although, were dug outside the cave, yet they found the forbidden zone interesting to explore. The only thing that was stopping them from bringing down the shelves was an electric sensation passing through the rusted metal. Whenever any rat touched the rack, it dies on the next instant due to shock. It was obvious that some kind of magic was cast to repel

“If I don’t, Colton, then I’m already gone.” The silence after was so deep it felt like the room itself was holding its breath. Then, slowly, his fingers uncurled. Not because he agreed—because he had no argument left that could reach her. *** The lab was a cathedral to quiet violence—rows of glass cylinders holding dormant lives, the faint hum of refrigeration units, the slow, dying pulse of blue lights along the consoles. Savannah stood at the central interface, Mira-Eve’s containment cradle set on the dais like an altar offering.

Zyris enthusiastically replies, grinning ear-to-ear. The cafe owner chuckles in amusement. "That's good to hear. I'm quite worried about their safety though. I've heard rumors that owls are also around the area and are quite vicious. They won't attack the scientist, will they?" "Don't worry. Their presence is quite rare around the lab. The rats either die because they can't handle it, or they run away from the lab and are caught by other crows." 'What? Rats? Crows? Owls?' Xavier frowns, not understanding a single word they're saying. It could be related to the research they are working on. Are they researching the interaction between rats and crows? That's just cruel.

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.

Walking down the long corridor, he passed room after room, scanning for Harper. The mortuary… tissue storage… He peered into a room filled with transparent bags in incubators, yellowish fluids suspending unidentifiable human tissue. His stomach churned. Revolting. He quickened his pace, passing some of the more advanced labs, until he finally saw Harper’s white-coated figure outside a laboratory. Without hesitation, he entered. Harper was deeply focused on her experiment, oblivious to his presence. She held a rabbit, trimming its eyelashes with scissors, then dropping a few drops of liquid into its eyes. Soon, the rabbit would no longer blink.

"There were pages on blood stability. They were trying to figure out if they could bottle the magic, keep it shelf-stable like wine." He gestured vaguely with his free hand, shaping the air into a terrible box. "They had babies in cages," he said, his voice cracking. "Rows of them. Stacked like inventory in a warehouse. They didn't look like children in the drawings; they looked like lab rats. They had feeding tubes. They had monitors hooked into their spines. They drained them, Mom. They drained them dry just to see how long the spark would last in a vial before it went cold."