Lab Rats Villains Novels & Stories

That being said, I decided not to tell him the whole truth either, particularly when it came to my speculations and theories. I didn’t want him to know too much about my involvement with the poisons or anything else, not when I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. So instead, I told Ronald all about the prison tower and the research being conducted on the top floor, led by Raven and two other researchers. I told him that while I knew they were studying something, I wasn’t sure what exactly because Raven refused to tell me. I briefly described what I had seen in those wards, the dying “guinea pigs”. Of course, I didn’t call them by that foul nickname, but rather by what they were, prisoners. Vic

Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance. Viktor's laboratory, hidden deep within the city's industrial district, buzzed with activity. Rows of vials containing the potent chemical lined the shelves, emitting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. Viktor, a man driven by both intellect and vengeance, monitored the city's descent into madness with a cold, calculating gaze.

He could continue to wield his power without worrying about ruining his prospects. That had changed after he graduated, though. Her research of him this past year had come up with a string of beautiful lovers who had warmed his bed. He rotated between them almost like he had a written schedule. None of them seemed to have his favor and if one attempted to ask for something more, he cut them off entirely. She remembered feeling disappointed when she learned about his love affairs. Something in her had thought this villain was different, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Claiborne was a user, just like him.

His attention pulled away from the books in his hands "Uh?" "I feel we should find out about the lab rat those two men are using. That Chick man said they were using someone to make a different version of zombie, something like that. We should probably kidnap their lab rat for a start" "You shouldn't worry then. Me and few others will sneak past his security to get the lab rat. You shouldn't get involved with this one else you might loose control again" he warned "Okay, I understand. I should probably go back now so they don't think I'm dead" She joked.

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.

You sell them to the science institute and you have everything you could want for the rest of your life. After that her life went to hell. The scientists in that institute were monsters. They would delight in the pain of the people in that hell. They would refer to them as subjects with serial codes. It was like they were property. They would cut her to see why she was able to heal others and herself. Her face was cut so many times and as it healed, again and again, she began to look hideous. Even though she was one of the "subjects" who suffered, the one who suffered the most was the boy across the hall from her. Every day, they would go in with a big empty cart and come back out with it fi

Parkson. “M-master! Help us!” The trembling researchers gather in one corner as the creatures slowly grab their comrades. “Parkson you bastard! You plan to use it as an ingredient to your monstrous experiment!?” The other researchers screamed. “Ha ha! Yes among all of you, he is the most inhumane one, that’s why I chose him best!” He enjoys the tortures and horror of the humans and creatures jumping to the core. They were all controlled by them. “Just 0.01 percent and it will be completed.” Dr. Parkson looked at the ceiling, and Cliverio knew that there was a spy lurking in the lab for some time now. However, he did not pursue it.

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

"Come now, Alpha. Where's your curiosity? Maddox is clearly on the brink of a breakthrough with his experiments on the wolves. One that could aid our pack greatly." "Or doom us all," Leo muttered under his breath. But he stood guard obediently as Vincent unlocked the door and entered the sprawling laboratory beyond. As always, the cavernous room unsettled Vincent on some primal level. Cages and glass cells lined the walls, housing Maddox's less than willing test subjects in various states of misery. Strange instruments and bubbling vials covered every surface, beakers casting everything in eerie hues. This was a place utterly devoid of nature's light and life, where control and calculation r

I waved a hand, making it sound so casual than it actually was. “That doesn’t sound like a plan,” Dada said, and I hated him because he was right. Lorenzo was a critical thinker in all of this. He acted with reason, and while he stayed on top of the ground making us look all clean, he was as evil as all of us in this room. "Not only is it groundless, but nailing those guys will take time. They are naked mole rats. They live underground. We tried tracing their movements, but they always get lost somewhere." Damir chimed in, and I fought the urge of flinging the whiskey glass to his head.