
Chimera Chronicles
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Welcome to Level Five where Chimeras are born.
Against their will they are mutated and transformed.
Created as weapons to hunt and kill on command, but who can control a monster with hatred surging through his blood?
If you like Creature Features you'll love these stories. Dark. Disturbing. Thought-provoking and a lot of fun.
Volume One: Rise of the River Man
A love story as brilliantly tragic as Romeo and Juliet.
Mutter has been unwanted and unloved his entire life and then he meets Sweet.
But can he keep her safe from those who hunt him?
Sweet has been living alone since her friend died years ago. Nothing but silence and indifference to keep her company until Mutter stumbles into her life?large, hungry, dangerous and as lonely as she is.
Now, she'll do anything to stay with him, even sacrifice herself.
Volume Two: Feeding Fersia
When things turn deadly, who will she choose her friend or her lover?
Fersia can't wait to start her new job in the laboratory. It'll be the perfect way to rekindle her relationship with Jocko.
But there are strange things going on at the lab.
Like odd noises coming from behind locked doors. Growls and cries but they don't sound like any animal she's ever heard.
And why do the two of them have to stay locked in a cage? Sure, there's a bed and furniture but it's still a cage. On top of that, the shots they're made to take are making Jocko sick but they're making her hungry. Starving. Ravenous for meat.
When Jocko starts his metamorphosis should she stay or escape before it's too late?
Volume Three: Breaking the Brush MenFor Glick and his friends, it's them against the world.
Literally.
There's no food.
The ground is toxic.
The water is filled with burning chemicals.
And the humans want Glick and his kind destroyed.
They're weak, hungry and scared but they have each other.
Will that be enough for them to survive when everyone is trying to kill them?
Volume Four: Rage of Rattus Norvegicus
Rufus will do anything to protect his brother and sister.
And with Prin pregnant, they need a safe place to live but his gut tells him the laboratory is even more dangerous than the streets.
They need to escape before it's too late for the baby and for them.
Volume Five: Leaving Level Five
Who lives? Who dies?
Who leaves Level Five and do they make it out alive?
McBrid despises his job and Professor Conguise.
He hates himself for what he did to Fersia but he must continue to mutilate and transform people because he can't quit.
The only way to leave Level Five is through the belly of a beast.
And with Charlie and Glick's interference that might just be McBrid's fate.
Read the exciting culmination of Feeding Fersia, Breaking the Brush Men and Rage of Rattus Norvegicus.
These books were formerly sold as Conguise Chronicles Volumes One through Five
The Chimera Chronicles box set a collection of stand-alone dystopian, genetic engineering story about human-animal hybrids. It's urban fantasy/science fiction that'll make you question who the real monsters are. Whether you're an animal rights activist or just love your pets, this book will make you root for those in the laboratory.
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L. S. O'Dea sees things a bit differently than most people. This is probably a bi-product of being the youngest of seven children in a time when TV was only worth watching in the evenings or Saturday mornings and there were no computers. Back then, kids had to amuse themselves and being five years younger than her closest sibling she was often the unwilling entertainment.
One day, before she started kindergarten, she really wanted to learn how to spell her name (Linda Sue). Her mother was busy so her brothers were told to help their baby sister. When they were done, she raced into the kitchen to show her mother what she'd learned. She stood tall and recited the letters of her name. L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.
To this day, she still receives a box of Lemonhead candy every year for Christmas.
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TO MUTTER IT SEEMED that night would never come, but finally the professor left for the day. Ableson finished cleaning up the office area and walked to the cage, handing Mutter two short chains.
"Put one set around your ankles and one around your wrists."
Mutter stared at the shackles. He wouldn't even be able to stretch his legs.
"I'm sorry but the professor insisted." When Mutter still hesitated, Ableson continued, "It's the only way. I have to know that you won't run before I let you out on your own."
"How can I prove I'll obey if you give me no choice?" Mutter's excitement had vanished.
"It was the best that I could do. We don't have to go."
The thought of not leaving the cell almost sent him into a panic. He attached the chains around his ankles and wrists. At least he'd get fresh air and a different view. It was better than nothing.
"Bend down." Ableson opened the cage. He held a collar and leash in his hands.
This was familiar. Vickers had often made them wear collars before the fights. He bent and the Almighty slipped it around his neck, leaving it loose which was a nice change. Vickers had always tightened it so he could barely breathe.
"Let's go," said Ableson.
Once outside, Ableson waited patiently as Mutter tipped back his head, inhaling deeply. It had rained recently. The odor of damp earth and flowers filled his mind along with the scent of water and rabbits, a lot of rabbits. He yearned to run and hunt. Catch a rabbit and tear into it. He stepped toward the woods, and stumbled, the chains around his feet tethering him.
"Small steps." Ableson gave a slight tug on the leash and Mutter followed.
As they walked around the grounds, Ableson pointed out places of interest-Conguise's home, the Guards' sleeping quarters, the House Servants' quarters, etc. Mutter didn't care, but he grunted every now and then so Ableson thought he was paying attention. He sniffed, focusing on what lived in the forest and crawled over the lawn at dusk and dawn.
Too soon, they headed back to the lab. He almost pleaded for a little more time, but he knew better than to push his luck.
Once inside, Ableson removed the collar and leash. Mutter entered his enclosure, his shoulders drooping.
"Here's the key to the restraints. We'll go again tomorrow. I promise," said Ableson.
He removed the chains. "Thank you." The small gift of breathing the fresh air and feeling the earth under his feet meant more to him than he could express.
"You're welcome." Ableson took the key and left for the evening.
Mutter dropped on the pile of blankets, his large body sizzling with unspent energy.
"How was the outside?" whispered a soft voice.
He sat up. No one but the Almightys had ever spoken to him in here. "Who's asking?"
"Name don't matter no more."
"Where are you?" He moved to the front of his cage. It was a stupid question since he couldn't see inside any of the other enclosures, but the voice didn't seem real. It was so quiet, almost a thought instead of a sound.
"A few down from you, I think. I don't see good anymore but they probably put you where they kept the others like you."
"What others?" This Voice had been here longer than him. This Voice could answer questions. "You tell me what you know about the others and this place and I'll tell you about the outside."
"Okay. You first."
Mutter hesitated.
"Please. I've been in here for a long time."
There was desperation in the Voice's tone. Mutter had only been here a few days and he'd been going crazy caged all the time. He went back to his bed, shut his eyes and described the outside, reliving every scent, sound and touch.
"I miss the sky," said the Voice when Mutter finished.
"Ask Ableson. Maybe he'll take you outside." He wanted to pull the words back into his mouth. The Almighty might revoke his walks if the others asked too.
"No. He won't. I've changed too much."
"What do you mean by that?" Cold sweat dripped down his back. There was something not quite right with the sound this creature made.
"They don't think I can speak because they can no longer hear me. I'm glad that you can now," said the Voice.
He moved all over his cage, trying to peer into the other cell. It was impossible. "Are you a Guard?"
"Not exactly. I was a Guard, but now....I'm not sure what I am."
"I don't understand."
"You'll see soon enough. If you want, I'll tell you what I know about the others. The ones who were here before you."
"Yes." He needed to know what had happened to them, especially if they did something that caused them to be sent back to the shelter.
"There were two others while I've been here. There may have been more. They were Guards, like you. They were given shots like you and me. All of us. They changed just like you're changing."
"Changed? I'm not changing."
"You are. We all are. You just don't know it yet."
"I'm fine. I feel great." He pressed his fingers into his ribs. They had healed fast even for a Guard.
"The others did too. They felt strong and hungry. Always, always hungry."
His stomach rumbled. He was eating more now than he'd ever had in his life, but he was still hungry. "What happened to them?"
"They died."
"The Almightys?"
"No. Not how you mean, anyway. The others felt good and then they got sick and died. There was nothing the Almightys could do for them."
"How did they die?"
"In pain, like we all die."
"Sure, but how?" His instincts had warned him from the beginning that there was something not right about this place, but now, they screamed for him to get out, flee before he died.
"They changed but didn't change right. It happens to most of us."
"I'm not changing."
The Voice was silent. Mutter sat on the bed. He wasn't different. He was healthy, but he'd been healthy his entire life except for that cold.
"Will you tell me about the outside again tomorrow?"
He was a bit pissed at the Voice. It had promised answers and had given him nothing but worries and questions, still he couldn't deny this small request. "Yes."
The next few weeks fell into a pattern. In the morning his blood was drawn, sometimes he was given a shot. Then he had breakfast. About once a week he was taken to the lab for tests and then there was lunch, dinner and finally his walk.
He was starting to like it here. He had plenty of food and a safe place to sleep. The Almightys hadn't asked him to do anything else he didn't want to do. The only issue was the lack of freedom but Ableson was working on that. The Almighty had already allowed him to stop wearing the wrist restraints. He still wore the ones around his ankles, the collar and leash, but Ableson promised that soon those would also be gone.
He yearned to race through the woods and swim in the canals but he settled for exercising in the cage. He paced and did sit-ups and push-ups, anything to burn the fever in his blood. He'd convinced Ableson to extend the walk to an hour a day. It wasn't enough, but it was better than before. Then, after Ableson returned him to his cell and left, he'd tell his story to the Voice.
That night once he had finished, the Voice said, "I'll be gone in the morning."
The Voice was so faint now that he had to strain to hear it. "You can't die tonight. Ableson is going to take me into the woods tomorrow." It was a lie but if the Voice made it through another night, he'd make up something.
"Mutter, I'm afraid."
He moved to the front of the cell and sat on the floor as close to the other cage as he could get. "Death is peaceful." He didn't know that, but his mother had looked peaceful when she'd died.
"It's not death that I fear. I don't want to be dumped in the sewer."
"You'll be dead. You won't care."
"I'm afraid of the ones who have gone before me."
"They're dead too. Nothing to fear from the dead." Still, a chill ran down his spine.
"I'm not so sure that they were all dead when they were moved."
"What do you mean?"
"The Almightys can't hear well," said the Voice.
"You said that the Guards remove them. We have great hearing. They wouldn't have taken them if they weren't dead."
"There was vibration with some. I felt it through the floor. I think some were...kind of asleep."
"No. You're wrong, the Guards would hear them breathing."
"I don't think so. Some of us can sleep so deep our breathing almost stops. Later, we can awake. I think they used that to escape."
His heart thudded. What the Voice was saying was impossible. "Can you do that?"
"Yes, I think so."
"That's what you're doing tonight?"
"Yes."
"You'll be free. You can see the outside again." He was happy for his friend, but he wanted to go too.
"The others...they were dangerous, like you'll...
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