Mighty Med Lab Rats Crossover Episode Novels & Stories

The poor thing's symptoms were straight out of a horror flick: muscles clenching like crazy, nerves on fire, bleeding inside, gasping for air, and foaming at the mouth. Some of them even had their hearts stop cold turkey. According to the timeline, the rat had been juiced up with three rounds of Starlight Blossom serum and should have had enough antibodies to not just drop dead on the spot. Leon smelled a rat with the data. He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers.

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

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.

A tall and a short with wears cloak that covers their faces, and one wears a plague mask. "Doctor, the rats have grown larger since you feed them upon the mountainous corpse at the mountains." the shorter one in a cloak says. "But of course, every one of us has a role to play. Even in death, the Chief and his Hand will serve nutrients for my pets." the Doctor says as he places a rat the size of a cat on the table. The rat heard the Doctor whistling and followed her commands. She then commands the rat to attack the two other members at the table.

“There is nothing here, but rubbish and feral animals.” “The water did that to the rat,” Lyric told him. “Like it turned me into the zombie.” “Mhm,” he guided her onto the bridge. The Mer soldier that he had sent away returned holding a clear container in his hands. Lyric paused and followed him with her eyes as he returned to where the rat was trapped beneath the pot and transferred it into the container instead. The rat did not like the change of accommodation. “You were shiny and healthy, too, Lyric,” he observed. “Under the blood.”

Maybe it’s just hard to let your best friend go, even if you have nothing in common anymore, Lauren thought, and sighed a little. They emerged from the woods behind Frank’s Deli. Two rats, a very large one and a little tiny one, abandoned the bread crust they were chewing and ran behind the three large metal garbage cans lined up next to the back door. “Gross,” Miranda said as Lauren flinched and made a little squeaking sound.

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

From memory they definitely didn’t seme this skinny and almost alienlike. Long nails, yellow and brittle looking, but fiercely sharp. Waxy white skin, covered in a soft down of ugly hairs, on arms and legs and weirdly oversized rib cages that are not in proportion to their bodies in any way. They’re uglier than I thought like this. Bony, no connections to the human qualities of Darrius. “Various degrees of DNA dilution. These are mongrels. Or as Darrius would call them, Gutter rats.” Leyanne points out as Carmen and Sierra turn to human to join us. “Wings are common in pure, just not so much in rats.”

A brief time later, Charlotte shouted out, "Look at those thieving fat rats!" Jamien and I jumped as we saw the horde of rats approaching. They had a ferocious look in their eyes, red as hell. Charlotte swung at them while Jamien lit the incinerator on top of his shoulder. "Why aren't they dying, even though we keep beating them until they bleed to death?" I said to Jamien. "Good heavens, that loony woman appears to have mutated these rats into something else entirely," remarked a flustered Charlotte. As one of the rats sank its teeth into his leg, drawing blood, I desperately tried to free himself and strangle the bloated rodent.

Lazriel slides his other hand into the circle, pressing his bloodied palm to the rat’s small chest. “Return,” he commands. The silver light shudders. It pauses and then descends as if guided. Thread by thread, the soul lowers back into the body. The violet light seals around it. The shimmer vanishes. The torches flare back to full flame and silence crashes down. For a long, breathless moment, nothing happens. Then the rat’s tiny chest twitches, once, twice. It inhales sharply it’s alive. Caelan swears. Someone behind me exhales a broken laugh. Lazriel falls back onto his heels, breathing hard but upright.