Spike Lab Rats Novels & Stories

“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.”

He looked at his course mates who surrounded him at the Rat which was at the brink of death when it was brought in, but now, it was alive and breathing well. It suddenly snapped in his head—He did it! “Yes! I did it!” He cried out in excitement, then jumped out of his chair in joy. The cheers in the lab was loud and they all happily celebrated with him, then assisted Evans in cleaning up and also making sure that the lab rat would survive. Done with all of this, Evans fell on the couch, tired and drained both mentally and physically. He hadn't eaten since yesterday night and he felt so hungry that he could die.

Then, the professor pulled out an intercom and yelled loudly into it, “What the f*ck are you all waiting for? Hurry up and release the super-class beasts.” At this time, within the building, a group of employees in white lab coats heard the command through the intercom. They started to work on it immediately. A syringe that contained the Red Spider was taken out. The drug was constantly being injected into the body of those animals. About a minute later, the gate of the building opened again. A deafening roar could be heard from the inside. It was so loud that even the ground was trembling slightly. Rumble! A large number of animals rushed out from inside. Each animal was fierce and vicious,

Thankfully, they rarely cried and were scarcely conscious. At the end of the aisle sat the laboratory, much larger than the one Asher had confined his prisoner, Spike, in Wegalla. Part of me contemplated showing it to Cassandra and suggested its use, but as the thought entered my mind, I realized she might not be prepared for it yet. She was strong, but there was a certain delicateness about her that would be sensitive to the sight and idea of this.

The rat moved around frantically and began to convulse. “Please, Good God . No” he sighed sadly and was about to turn away when he noticed something. The rat stopped convulsing and began to breathe at a normal rate. Soon it started to move about in a healthy fashion. “ SUCCESS!!” he leaped in joy and danced around the lab “X-SERUM IS BORN!!”. Soon he came to his senses as a sudden thought came to his mind. “Of course” he muttered. “ Side effects.. I need to test for side eff..”

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."