Suicide Mouse Novels & Stories

"To warn the little one, I used her mother's blood. I took a gun and- bang! Splash, the red blood spluttered on the wall and the floor!" A maniacal laughter erupted after. "Yes, yes! The mother was dead! Do you know who killed her?" He looked at her once again, enjoying the fact that her insides were churning up from his words. Ah, bliss! Showing a smile that was not quite a smile, he said. "Yes, it was the little mouse. It was the little mouse who killed its mother." Althea struggled, she struggled, trying to untie the rope on her body.

"The ones with the black cars and the tactical gear. They've been watching you for weeks, Shadow. They know you've been hovering around that construction site. They figured out that Silas is your brother. They aren't trying to catch you anymore, they know they can't. They want to use him to pull your leash!" The realization hit me. I didn't let go of him, but for a second, my mind went completely still. "They used your sister to make you a traitor," I whispered, the betrayal stinging more than I cared to admit. Mouse had been my eyes in the gutter for two years. "You sold me out for a gamble, Mouse? You think they'll actually let her go now?" "I didn't have a choice!" Mouse wheezed, his hand

He didn’t let go. I could feel the spike enter the mouse’s head, strike against the skull, push through to its brain. After five or six direct hits, the mouse went limp. I retreated, breathing hard. The girls were still trying to see straight, most of the dust had gone in their direction. Maurice picked up the fallen spear and walked over to the hole just as the female mouse jumped out screaming, something held aloft in her hand. Instinctively, Maurice thrust the spear forward and sent the tip straight into her open mouth and out the other side. She fell to the floor. The thing in her hand was a rock.

explained the old man. "And the new mouse died?" asked Gail. "Yes. The mouse died from a brutal attack with severe injuries to the right side of the body." Gail looked at him suspiciously "Then you killed him for killing a new mouse?" "I killed him because he was crazy. He crashed himself into the glass case until it cracked. Somehow, the mouse seemed to have a body ten times stronger than a normal mouse. I couldn't help but kill him by force," he replied while replaying the incident in his mind.

I said to myself. “Maybe it’s not such a horrible thing if I click on the link, after all. I’m simply curious whether this is legitimate or a scam...” My mind and emotions were fighting whether to open the link because it may contain a virus, but my curiosity won me over my trepidation. When I clicked on the link, I was sent to a website that stated ‘WELCOME TO LIVE SUICIDE’ and featured a blood-dripping effect on the screen, as well as skulls and skeletons in the background.

One might say no one could be so proud. The little girl was about to cry, but the professor put his hand on her shoulder and reassured her with the following words: “Miss Elizabeth, you should never be bothered by wicked remarks. And you ... I tell you she is right and I t-t-tell you why. This mouse is not an o-o-ordinary one, it is the f-f-fire mouse. And after he is killed by the v-v-viper, he has one last we-we-weapon. When swallowed by the s-s-snake, it k-k-kills the snake too.”

After agonizing for a long while, the Furnace finally spoke. "Boss, how about this: I'll call in a mechanical mouse, and it'll give you something. Once you have that, you'll have nothing to worry about." "Alright." Victor nodded. A mechanical mouse was no threat. Forget a mechanical mouse, even if a beast mech came in, Victor wouldn't be worried either. Victor wanted to know what kind of method the Furnace had come up with to reassure him. After Victor agreed, a mutant mouse with glowing blue eyes entered.

"Likely? It's 100%, absolutely certain. I'm a contestant who will advance to the seventh round!" Just as he finished speaking, the lab mouse in front of him suddenly whimpered, collapsed on the table, and began convulsing violently. Then, blood seeped out from beneath it as the mouse let out an extremely painful squeal. After that, its limbs stiffened, and it died on the table with its belly facing upward. The examiner glanced at him, "Is that all?" Jared was in disbelief, his entire body trembling. "How is this possible? How could this happen? This shouldn't be! I checked and rechecked. Could this little creature have had some other hidden illness I didn't discover?"

The others looked as if she had said something ridiculous. “Someone did something to the mice, and that’s why they died.” She glanced around—no mice had survived indeed. “You’re being ridiculous!” Dashiell chuckled coldly and took two steps forward. Since Dr. Blanc did not try to stop him, and Dashiell saw the others waiting for him to finish what he was saying, he continued, “We all know the higher-ups had given us the lab mice. How come other mice are fine, and only yours died? What’s so special about your mice?”