Marcus From Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Caleb nodded, but a prickle in his gut made Lucas wonder whether he was on their side-or whether there was an ulterior motive at play. In a sterile white room, deep in the bowels of the facility, Marcus struggled against the restraints binding him to the examination table. Panic swelled in his chest as he listened to the cold, sterile voices of scientists discussing him just beyond the glass. "Prepare the serum for the next test," one of the voices instructed with so little emotion. "If we can manipulate his genetics, we can make him an unstoppable weapon. Marcus's heart was racing. "No! You can't do this!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. But the men only chuckled, undeterred by

Who I was just inside of. This was not good. "Very observant Marcus." Behind the counter Remi was dying. I could feel her shaking with silent laughter. "I heard voices," Marcus said. Still facing the wall. "Pipper said you were talking to someone." "The mouse." "You were talking to a mouse." "Big mouse. Deserves conversation. Lonely creature probably." "Uncle Nero." His voice was strained. "Are you. Yourself? Is the venom affecting your mind?" "I should help you catch it—"

My brows drew together instantly. “What are you doing in my room?” I asked, my voice carrying the edge of command that came naturally. Marcus jerked upright so fast he almost hit his head on the bedframe. “Oh, Alpha Jeffrey, I..” He forced a nervous chuckle. “There was a rat. I saw it run in here just now. I was trying to kill it before it hides.” “A rat?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes. “There are no rats in this palace, Marcus. You know that.”

He had the height, but he was so serious I couldn’t picture it. On the opposite side of the table, Marcus examined his fish from side to side, flipping it over with his fork when he deemed it okay, he finally cut out a small piece and slipped it between his lips, he chewed slowly, then his eyes widened and he took another piece, this one bigger. “Good?” “It's delicious” “I told you it’d be nice” I lifted a hand. “Anytime I get a recommendation, don’t ask, just believe it” I added and slipped more food into my mouth.

But beneath it all, Jack could smell it: the coppery tang of his pack's blood, the sharp, antiseptic scent of Lorian’s labs, and the faint, almost undetectable trail of ozone left by high-powered electronics. He found them in a large, circular chamber, a former command post for the city's long-forgotten civil defense. His men were there, strapped to medical gurneys, their bodies convulsing. Marcus was the worst. His veins were darkening, his skin stretched taut over muscles that were beginning to warp and twist. He was fighting the transformation, his jaw clamped shut, a low groan of agony his only sound. And then the trap sprung.

Fast. Marcus lunged toward one of the security consoles along the subway wall. His fingers flew across the keyboard. Ethan shouted instantly, “What are you doing?!” Marcus didn’t look up. “Taking control back.” Jessica rushed forward. “That terminal isn’t connected to the Guardian core!” Marcus replied calmly, “It doesn’t need to be.” The screen in front of him filled with code. Lines of command sequences scrolled rapidly. Noah leaned toward Lila. “Should we be worried about the super villain typing very fast?”

"This facility is not just storage. It is also a laboratory. Marcus's primary research center. Where he developed the genetic modifications. Where he kept his most dangerous experiments." "Experiments?" Damien's voice was tight. "What kind of experiments?" "The failures. The subjects who did not respond correctly to programming. Who became violent. Unstable. Uncontrollable. Marcus could not kill them because they were valuable research data. So he kept them here. Contained. Sedated. Alive." "How many?" "Forty-seven. Adults and children. Ranging from mild instability to complete psychosis. And when General Reeves breaches this facility, when his men disable the security systems, those forty-s

Marcus threw back his head, let out a loud and shocking roar that shook the room, made my whole body weaken even more, and even if I felt that I had been released, I felt so weak… so weak that I could only watch Marcus in confusion as his pheromones spread around the room. “Why the hell is he losing his control again?!”

"Say one more word about him and I'll end your career. Crushing you is easier than stepping on an ant." Marcus didn't say anything. His face was gray. Claire's color was gone. "Professor, what do we do? Who is she?" "Don't worry. She's nobody," Marcus said, watching the car pull away. His eyes were dark. "That bid is going to be yours." And Evelyn was going to be his. Three days later. Nine a.m. Since the launch event, I had been at the lab. The day the patents were filed, Marcus had shown up to bring me lunch. In four years, he had never come to the lab on his own. That one time lined up exactly with the filing record.

The room goes colder. Good answer. Bad answer. Real answer. “And now?” “Now you already know enough to be dangerous without knowing enough to be safe.” That is also a good answer. She hates those. “And because,” Marcus adds, quieter, “you find the ends of things.” The room changes then. Only slightly. Enough. "And anyway," he says, "I'm not exactly briefing a civilian on the concept of impossible." He lets that sit a second. "You died. You came back eighteen months early with the whole thing already written. I got built in a lab and walked out a wolf. Neither of us is what it says on the tin."