Novel & Cerita What Happened To Lab Rats: Elite Force

They struck the weapons. Thwack. A club hit a glowing staff. The adhesive hardened instantly, gluing the weapon to the ground or the soldier's leg. Thwack. Another hit jammed the focusing crystal of a rifle. "My weapon!" an Elite screamed. "It’s jammed!" "They're everywhere!" another yelled, swinging blindly at the smoke. The crowd went silent. They couldn't see the massacre they expected. They saw their golden boys stumbling around in a grey cloud, getting tripped and disarmed by "rats."

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.”

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

Lord Raven Dark targeted her specifically. Weaker wolves had surrendered without enduring much torture but were useless to Raven, their wolf instincts underdeveloped and weakened by Moon Pearls, slumped on the ground. Guilt gnawed at my conscience as I shook my head in pity. "Prepare for injection, Subject 20!" Dr. Elio announced, his voice echoing through the sterile room, holding up a serum filled with a whitish liquid. My jaw dropped, my heart sank. ‘Oh no, this will break her spirit and strength.’

While the meetings of the members of the Elites were ongoing, Yman was struggling against the evolved Evil Rat which now had the name of Noble Rat and reached the pinnacle of D, the D+ Wanderer. Now it stood on its 2 limbs. It's supposed red eyes had turned into hazy yellow. Its pure dark blue fur that covered its whole body, now had milky-white fur arcing on its stomach down to its middle part. Its two ears grew longer, about 10 inches long that stood like horns on its pointy head. And on its face, gleaming in metallic luster, the whiskers were protruding like long needles. Even its razor-sharp claws had grown longer and sharper.

Elite Marlon was stuck with the thirty civilians that were found in cells on their way throughout the tunnel after being attacked by the electronic robots with laser beams and vampires. “Argh!” The battlefield was repleted with grunts, pants, perspiration, tremors, spent vomit, sulfur, and blood. Everything in the laboratory was destroyed. As Heron hurled torrents of fists at the tall ogre-like creature before him. Each brutal contact sent the creature clumsily stepping backward until one powerful punch had it flying rearward through several walls that blocked the path of their way out.

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."

Her back arched at an angle that should have snapped her spine and blood leaked from her nose and ears. Marcus held his sister as best he could, his voice breaking as he begged her to fight, to hold on, to not leave him. Tears streamed down his face and his hands shook where they gripped her shoulders. I remembered the files suddenly, remembered skimming past sections labeled Project Conversion while looking for information about Dalton. Genesis Labs had been trying to create more wolves, trying to solve the declining birth rate problem by converting humans instead of relying on natural reproduction. Every test subject had died. Horrible, painful deaths as their bodies rejected the transform

“Don’t worry, Fido. It will be over soon.” Life as a Serpent captive was the worst life one could imagine. The pain, depression, struggle, and survival. While girls were mostly used in brothels, boys were used in the lab. The worst was the lab. Out of a hundred test subjects, only eight percent survived. They wanted to create a weapon without mechanism. They wanted to turn the mind, hormones, and body into a system that craved and enjoyed killing. The kind that made the brain react fast with bloodlust.

Anaya ignored her, turned to Derren, and made a gesture with her left hand, telling them to begin the wrecking of the lab. “No, please! This is my life's work; you can't do this…” Elizabeth yelled as Derren and his wolves rushed past her. They broke all the test tubes and containers containing the chemicals Elizabeth was working on. They pushed aside the workers, tore up every piece of paper, and broke apart every piece of glassware in the lab until there was nothing left. Elizabeth just knelt on the ground quietly, tears seeping from her eyes as the sound of her life crumbling down to the ground rang in her ears.