Romans & histoires Suicide Mouse

Michael's influence wasn't just growing stronger—it was becoming the dominant voice in Griffin's internal monologue. "The simulation mice," Griffin said, his voice barely a whisper. "The thirty percent that died—did they fight the procedure? Try to resist?" Eli's expression darkened. "They tried to destroy the equipment first. Self-preservation instincts corrupted by whatever hostile code was running in their brains. They'd rather die than be cleaned."

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

It moved in short, nervous bursts, looking for anything to eat. I watched it, my heart beginning to pick up speed, though it was a small mouse. Instantly, I looked for any abnormalities. All animals I’d ever seen in the northern realm weren’t like the animals from the history books. The animals that existed today were a little… mutated. A bit different. And then I found the abnormality the moment the mouse turned… it had two tails. “Huh,” I breathed. I leaned forward slowly, making sure my silk robe didn't rustle against the stone. I kept my voice a low, steady whisper so as not to scare it away. “Come here, little guy.”

“Which means Hawk is probably working for the bastard hiding in the shadows. I’ve got to admit, that bastard’s got some nerve. To even bring Hawk out of retirement after our mentor passed away.” Both Allen and Suzy shared the same mentor. Five years ago, Suzy’s mentor passed away from poisoning. At first, there was suspicion of foul play, but after Hawk conducted his own investigation, he concluded that their mentor had accidentally poisoned himself while experimenting with a new toxin, misjudging the dosage. Suzy’s mentor was a poison expert, notorious for testing his creations on himself. Despite several mishaps, Suzy had tried countless times to dissuade him from this risky practice, but

The thought of it was so exhilarating. I sipped the last drop of my coke, tossing the plastic bottle away before making my way towards the door. “Oh, you're finally awake?” I said, chuckling a bit as I wound the doorknob and walked in. “W-who’s there?!” the little mouse squealed. I loved the slight hint of fear lacing her voice; it was so appetizing. I walked slowly towards her. Her chair was right in the middle of the room, underneath the dangling lightbulb - the only light source in the entire room. It looked so cinematic; I relished the idea of fearful thoughts running through her mind.

Who knows what will happen when the ancient dead awaken? A small squeak in the corner of my hideout draws my attention. I knew the mouse was there since entering. No, I will not lick my lips. With a pounce, I capture the creature in one hand. I can see and feel it panicking between my claws. I lift it up by the tail and open my jaws. It's tiny dark eyes stare into mine-his with fright, mine with relish. Without thinking, I plop it on my tongue and close my jaws. I can't crunch it even though I'm hungry. The thing wiggles, and its little feet scratch. I just need to swallow, and I try. No way.

But in another room there are other students who are also doing research. Most of them had passed the acclimation period of two weeks and were applying a special syringe to the mice's mouth. Precisely, it almost gets into the throat of the research animals so that there is no medicine that the animals vomit. It looks terrible and is prone to animal death, especially mice, which weigh much less than rat and guinea pigs. Then it must be done carefully. If the technique is wrong, the research animal might die. Dying from a wrong technique and dying from the research drug being administered were clearly different from the results of the study.