Season 5 Lab Rats Novels & Stories

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.”

“First of all, thank you for coming on such short notice. Jessica and I have made crucial progress with the sulfa tablets. It doesn’t differ much from the previous formula that I fixed for Moonlit Labs, but will be much more accessible to the public and the citizens of the country.” I turn to Jessica and she passes me a large plate that holds four tiny bowls. Inside the bowls is a crisp white powder. I hold the plate out and the three of them take a bowl, inspecting it. Setting the plate down, I take the last bowl and direct their attention to a sick lab rat in a cage. “I’m going to take the powder and apply a small amount to his exposed wound that has sadly been infected.” Out of the corner

The maddened rat squad must be plugged in somewhere, a situation that Lena’s horrifically blurry warning — Protocol at lab entrance, reversal agent — felt like a lifeline for pushing me farther into the dark. The lab was a mausoleum of steel and mystery, the air heavy with the tang of chemicals and rot, darkness consuming my flashlight’s narrow cone. I felt my heart race, fear driving it as I looked around the cluttered workbenches, which were blanketed with broken vials and faded notes, the last remnants of Marrow’s frantic work. Natasha had been here, I thought with her as a ghost, her meddling in Lena’s lab — N.A. wrote on tainted vials — a cruel tribute to her lack of whimsy. Lena’s fold

With such a warning, they walked away. After they closed the door, Selon's face darkened with a mocking smile. Cultivated by the base? They were indeed shameless as ever! But this was not important now. What was important was how he would convey the message to Molly. As Molly guessed, it had been confirmed that there were a large number of Venomous Insects in the research room 1-5.

I don’t argue, truth be told I am starving. I grab so many delicious things and then sit down and tell him everything Colt told me. I watch shock consume his face and he gasps, “So the lab is on Hail Wire, and they know about it?” I nod and Caleb balls his fists in anger, “Those rat bastards.” I sigh, “They are probably doing it to survive. They hide the lab, and they don’t have to participate in the experiments.” Caleb nods, “Yes, but they could at least warn us. We would have been able to protect ourselves better.”

When they noticed the rat jumping around in the box, they all gasped. “OMG. It worked.” Trisha screamed. “It’s alive.” Dalett dashed towards the box. “You’re alive.” “I still cannot believe it.” Selena said. She began laughing. “Guys, it worked. It really worked.” Their celebration came to an end when they heard a knock on the door. “Selena.” They could hear Hania’s voice. Selena told the girls to keep the rat, book, and everything else used in the experiments. She approached and unlocked the door.

‘This idiot really thought, I was scared of their big bad boss, he has been bragging about’ Adrian thought. “Boy you are not that bright are you, but I see you have heard of me” “Everyone here knows about you, young or old, prisoner 555, the first full blooded white lycan lab rat, his family murdered right in front of him, its sad actually, you are one unlucky motherfucker,” the guard laughed but Captain Ronald just watched Shadow in fear. “Jack shut the fuck up and stop aggravating him, no one in this lab is safe from him, no one Jack, he will end all of us like he did last time so get that into your thick skull” Captain Ronald managed to say even if his voice came out a bit shaky.

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.

“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.”

This is happening now. Future Five: Something changes. Still can't see what. Still blocked. Still uncertain. Which future wins depends on what happens next. On whether someone intervenes. Someone unexpected. Someone who changes everything. I don't know who. Can't see. All I know: if nobody acts, everyone I love becomes Hermetic Order property. Laboratory subjects. Experimental animals. Breeding stock. Forever. The seizure finally releases me. I collapse. Consciousness fading. Blood pooling. Body giving up.