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  FEEDING FERSIA

  First edition. April 9, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 L. S. O'Dea.

  ISBN: 978-1942706281

  Written by L. S. O'Dea.

  Also by L. S. O'Dea

  Chimera Chronicles

  Rise of the River Man

  Feeding Fersia

  Breaking the Brush Men

  Rage Of Rattus Norvegicus

  Leaving Level Five

  Lake Of Sins

  Lake of Sins: Secrets in Blood

  Lake of Sins: Hangman's Army

  Lake Of Sins: Betrayed

  Whispers From the Past

  Lake of Sins: Escape

  Standalone

  Lake of Sins Series Box Set Books 1-3

  Chimera Chronicles

  A Demon's Gift

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Also By L. S. O'Dea

  Feeding Fersia (Chimera Chronicles, #2)

  CHAPTER 1: McBrid

  CHAPTER 2: McBrid

  CHAPTER 3: McBrid

  CHAPTER 4: McBrid

  CHAPTER 5: McBrid

  CHAPTER 6: Fersia

  CHAPTER 7: Fersia

  CHAPTER 8: Fersia

  CHAPTER 9: Fersia

  CHAPTER 10: McBrid

  CHAPTER 11: McBrid

  CHAPTER 12: Fersia

  CHAPTER 13: McBrid

  CHAPTER 14: McBrid

  CHAPTER 15: McBrid

  CHAPTER 16: McBrid

  CHAPTER 17: McBrid

  CHAPTER 18: McBrid

  CHAPTER 19: Fersia

  CHAPTER 20: Fersia

  CHAPTER 21: McBrid

  CHAPTER 22: McBrid

  CHAPTER 23: McBrid

  CHAPTER 24: McBrid

  CHAPTER 25: Fersia

  CHAPTER 26: McBrid

  CHAPTER 27: McBrid

  CHAPTER 28: McBrid

  CHAPTER 29: Fersia

  CHAPTER 30: Fersia

  CHAPTER 31: McBrid

  CHAPTER 32: Fersia

  CHAPTER 33: McBrid

  CHAPTER 34: Fersia

  CHAPTER 35: McBrid

  CHAPTER 36: Fersia

  CHAPTER 37: McBrid

  CHAPTER 38: McBrid

  CHAPTER 39: McBrid

  CHAPTER 40: Fersia

  CHAPTER 41: McBrid

  CHAPTER 42: Fersia

  CHAPTER 43: McBrid

  CHAPTER 44: McBrid

  CHAPTER 45: McBrid

  CHAPTER 46: McBrid

  Breaking the Brush Men | CHAPTER 1: Glick

  The World of the Lake of Sins

  Characters

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you to my readers for your patience while I write the Chimera Chronicles series. I promise, you’ll understand why it was important to write these books before finishing the Lake of Sins series.

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  CHAPTER 1: McBrid

  MCBRID RACED OUT OF his office and down the hallway, following the faint sound of the muffled scream. He should stop. Go back, but his legs kept moving. He should’ve never heard the noise, but he had and he knew that voice. It was Charlie. The damn Guard was too young to be in a place like this but here he was and he was in trouble.

  A House Servant shoved past him, barely limping on a leg that’d been broken too badly to repair. Apparently, when monstrous death stares someone in the face, injuries cease to exist.

  McBrid didn’t hesitate at the door. He should’ve. Any sane Almighty would’ve, but there was the problem. He wasn’t pure Almighty. Thirty-two years of hiding the Guard in him, ruined over one garbled scream of terror. He burst into the room.

  Charlie was on the floor, several feet over the line that separated safety from death. The young Guard was trying to scramble away from Aranea18, the giant spider mutation, who had one of her four, long, hairy legs wrapped around his waist. The two claws on the end kept him in place but didn’t dig into his flesh. That pleasure would be saved for her fangs.

  “Help me,” yelled Charlie. “Please! Help me.” He clawed at the tile but Aranea18 dragged him closer to her, closer to death.

  The other Guard McBrid had assigned to feed Aranea18 with Charlie, was on the floor near the cage. He had no idea why she wasn’t eating him. One of her other legs wrapped around Charlie’s face, sliding into his mouth and silencing his screams. He bit down and she screeched, letting him go for one quick instant. As the Guard lunged forward, McBrid grabbed his hand, pulling Charlie toward him, but Aranea18 wasn’t going to be denied her meal. She grabbed Charlie’s ankles with two of her good legs, flailing the injured one in the air as if chastising them and clinging to the bar of the cage with her other leg.

  “Don’t let go,” whispered Charlie, his big, brown eyes wide with fear.

  McBrid tightened his grip but he was no match for Aranea18. He slid forward with the young Guard. He tugged and scrambled backward but the Aranea was strong and hungry, her fangs snapping together as poison dripped down her furry torso. In another moment he’d be over that line too. She looked at him, with her eight, black eyes, four on top and four on bottom, and let go of Charlie with one of her legs. She reached for McBrid’s arm. He dropped his hold and scooted away from the line, away from death. He hadn’t planned on letting go, he hadn’t meant to but instinct had kicked in and this one was probably Almighty not Guard.

  “No, please,” yelled Charlie, his eyes almost popping from his head as he clawed at the tile trying to get away.

  McBrid shouldn’t do anything. Guards’ lives didn’t matter. They were expendable, easily replaced. He’d heard it his entire life and he hated the truth in the words as much as the lie. To him and his mother Guards had never been replaceable.

  The poles they used to control the Araneas were lying next to the cage. He jumped to his feet, ran across the lab and grabbed the hose used to clean the enclosures. He unraveled it from the wheel and ran toward Charlie, stopping right at the line. He turned it on, aiming for Aranea18. The water burst forward, hitting her in the head. She screamed but tightened her leg around Charlie’s ankle. She wasn’t one to give up easily. He lowered his aim to her abdomen. She was sensitive there. She flew backward hitting the wall of the cage. This time, the sound she made—a grating, screeching cacophony of pain and anger—echoed through his bones almost causing him to piss his pants. Then, she dropped to the floor, falling silent.

  Charlie scrambled to the door, as McBrid turned off the hose. His heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the Aranea. Her legs twitched and then curled inward as if protecting herself.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Charlie nodded and then bent over and vomited.

  He wanted to puke too. Aranea18 wasn’t moving. She was the most important creature in Professor Conguise’s lab and he was pretty sure he’d just killed her to save a Guard.

  CHAPTER 2:
McBrid

  MCBRID STARED AT THE mess that’d been Aranea18. Conguise was not going to be happy about this.

  “Wh-what about Reeky?” stuttered Charlie.

  They both stared at the Guard lying unconscious on the floor. He was young too, only a few years older than Charlie.

  “I think he’s still breathing,” said Charlie.

  It didn’t matter. The poison in Aranea18’s bite would liquefy his bones. “How did this happen?”

  “Reeky...He was dragging the Servant. I...I told him we should get help but everyone else was busy and...and he wanted to get it done. He was sneaking out to...” Charlie’s eyes widened even more.

  “It’s okay. I don’t care if you guys sneak out.” Most Almightys kept their Guards and Servants like prisoners. Conguise was no different.

  “I...Me and my brother don’t. We know we’re lucky to have a home.”

  “I truly don’t care what you do when you’re not at work.” He grabbed Charlie’s shoulder. “But here...in this place...you have to be careful. You have to follow procedure.” The kid was going to get himself killed. His eyes darted back to the Guard on the floor. A bloody liquid was beginning to leak from Reeky’s mouth.

  “We have to help him,” said Charlie.

  It wouldn’t do any good, but Charlie was right. They had to try. “Go get your brother and bring something to clean this up.”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  “Don’t say anything to anyone.” He grabbed the kid’s wrist. The young Guard was all arms and legs, not an ounce of muscle or fat. He should be home hanging out with his friends but that wasn’t the life of a Guard. They were sold and put to work before they were ten. It was the way of the world. His mother had hated it and so did he.

  “I won’t, sir.”

  “Not even to your brother. Not until you both get in this room. Got it?”

  Charlie nodded and left, part of Aranea18’s leg still wrapped around his ankle. She hadn’t let go even in death. He turned the hose on again, lower this time, squirting her gently. She didn’t flinch. She was dead and so was he if he didn’t think fast. Conguise wouldn’t take this news well and no one got fired from Level Five. They all worked here until they either displeased the professor enough that they disappeared or they died from an attack by a creature, which Conguise reported as an equipment accident. He snorted back a laugh. It was kind of funny because to the professor these creatures were equipment—expensive, valuable equipment—and he’d just broken one beyond repair.

  He moved toward Reeky, his eyes on Aranea18. He kept the hose pointed toward her as he bent by the Guard. He felt for a pulse. It was there, but weak. She hadn’t killed him. He had no idea why. Like usual, with her there were more questions than answers even for him, and that was how he’d keep his job and stay alive.

  He grabbed Reeky’s arm and pulled him to the door. The Guard’s wrist was already soft like bread dough. He dropped his hold, wiping his hands on his pants but the memory of the mushy flesh remained. He moved to his workstation and opened his notebook. He’d make Charlie take the other Guard to the infirmary. He jotted a note for the doctor, explaining that there’d been an accident and that Charlie needed a sedative and Reeky, when he died, needed to be placed in his office. It’d be the first chance McBrid had to analyze exactly what the Aranea poison did to a body. Usually, he only had the husk of the Servants to study because the Araneas drained them dry.

  McBrid’s eyes went to her. It was strange that the creature, monstrous in life, looked small and pathetic in death. She was curled into herself, her legs tucked around her body, making her half her size. Even her fangs looked smaller. He’d have to measure her remains. Not that he had anything to compare them to. She’d been too valuable to sedate, so he hadn’t dared get too close. Conguise had had great expectations for Aranea18. She was the first female in eighteen tries to survive the transformation and he’d killed her—all for the life of a Guard. He didn’t regret it, but the professor would be livid.

  “Is Reeky...” Charlie came into the room, pushing a mop bucket around the Guard on the floor.

  “He’s alive, but I don’t think he’ll make it.” He knew Reeky wouldn’t but didn’t have the heart to say that to Charlie. “Take him to the infirmary.” He handed Charlie the note. “The doctor needs to look you over too.”

  “Me? I’m fine.”

  “You need to be examined and then you need to rest.”

  “Ah, sir. No disrespect but maybe, it’d be better if three of us were here.” Louis, who was as solid and muscular as his brother was skinny, stepped over Reeky carrying a body bag. “One of us should stay outside the cage.”

  “Good point.” He grabbed the hose and pointed it at Aranea18. “I’ll need her remains taken to my office.” If he still had one once he spoke with Conguise.

  “Of course.” Louis hesitated at the door to the cage. “She’s really dead, right?” The fear made the Guard’s eyes huge in his large, round face.

  “I squirted her again and she didn’t move, but poke her with the mop handle.” He was pretty sure she was dead, but it never hurt to be positive, especially when working with Conguise’s creations.

  Louis traded Charlie the mop for the body bag. The handle knocked against the bars from the Guard’s shaking. McBrid couldn’t blame him. All Conguise’s creatures were deadly in some form or another but this one was special—silent, ruthless, fast and strong. He’d admired her when awake and had nightmares about her when asleep.

  Aranea18 didn’t even twitch when the mop handle landed on her leg.

  “Poke her again. In the abdomen.”

  The Guard did. Aranea18 remained still.

  “Again. Make a hole. Draw some fluid.”

  “Really?” Louis glanced at him.

  “Never take your eyes off her when you’re that close.” The words flew from his mouth like a whip and the Guards flinched. He took a deep breath. They were both too young to be here. “Sorry, but you must always, always pay attention to the creature you’re near.”

  “Sorry, sir. I know that, sir.” Louis was staring at Aranea18 again.

  “If she’s dead, poking a hole in her abdomen won’t hurt her and if she’s not...it’ll save all our lives.”

  Charlie took a few steps backward, not even seeming to notice that he’d done so. McBrid almost did too. His eyes darted to the line on the floor. He was in dangerous territory, but if Aranea18 attacked, Louis would need his help. His legs shook, but he forced his feet to stay in place as he tightened his grip on the hose. All he had to do was turn the valve and a surge of water would hit her again. He’d never thought water would kill something so strong.

  Louis rested the pole on her abdomen and pushed until yellowish fluid oozed from her body. She remained still.

  “She’s dead. Open the cage.” He didn’t put the hose down.

  Louis pulled the mop from the cage and held it like a weapon as he unlocked the door. Charlie whined slightly. He wanted to whine too, but instead he took deep breaths. Louis’ entire body shook as he stepped into the cage, but Aranea18 didn’t move.

  “Bring me the bag,” said Louis.

  Charlie trembled but moved forward. He put the bag down next to her body. The brothers looked at each other and in silent agreement picked her up and stuffed her in the bag. In his years on Level Five, McBrid had seen many creatures put into bags and hauled away but he’d never seen it done that fast.

  “I got this,” said Louis as he lifted her. “You take Reeky to the infirmary.”

  “You sure you don’t want me to help you clean up?” Charlie’s legs shook like he couldn’t wait to run out the door.

  “I got it. Go.”

  Charlie nodded, almost tripping in his eagerness to get out of the cage. Anything was better than being by her even in death. The young Guard grabbed Reeky by the arms and pulled him out of the room and down the hallway.

  “Do you need help?” McBrid asked. She hadn’t been a huge creature, or at l
east she hadn’t looked that way in death, but she should be heavy.

  “Nah. She’s lighter than I would’ve thought.” Louis carried her out of the cage.

  McBrid’s hands tightened on the hose as the Guard neared. “Really?” Most of the creatures here were heavier than they looked—all muscle and power.

  “Yep. You want me to leave her on a table in your office?” asked Louis at the door.

  “Put her in one of the cages.” They’d had other creatures feign death as a way to escape and he didn’t want to go into his office later to find her very alive and hungry.

  Louis nodded, trembling slightly as he glanced at the bag in his arms.

  “I’ll come with you.” If she woke, Louis would never survive alone. Not that he’d be much help, but together they might be able to incapacitate her—doubtful, but with two of them they had a chance.

  CHAPTER 3: McBrid

  “A GUARD? YOU KILLED Aranea18 to save a Guard?” Professor Conguise’s patrician lips curled upward in a snarl.

  McBrid would’ve loved to have pointed out that at the moment the professor didn’t look much different than a Guard, except without the fangs. His tongue ran over his teeth, feeling the flat caps that covered his fangs. He’d been lucky. Except for his teeth and a more burly physique, which he attributed to working out, he looked like an Almighty. He had brown hair and blue eyes. Those would’ve been impossible for his mother to hide. The teeth hadn’t been easy but she’d been determined to protect him and his grandfather had been determined to protect his only daughter.

  “She was worth more than all the Guards combined. What were you thinking?”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t.” That was true. His instincts hadn’t taken over like that since he’d been a young boy.

  “Well, you should’ve been.” The professor walked to the window in his office. “This sets us back months.”

  “I don’t agree, sir.” One of his most useful abilities was being able to merge the subservience of a Guard with the arrogance of an Almighty.