A Chimera's Revenge (Chimera Secrets Book 4) Read online

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  Published by Eve Langlais ~ www.EveLanglais.com

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  Introduction

  A mad scientist. An even madder patient. A fiery kind of love.

  All he ever wanted was to be one of the boys. To run and play—and love—like all of them. So Adrian made that dream come true by experimenting…on himself, and in curing his disease, he became something more. Someone special.

  Intoxicated with his discovery, he shared his healing gift, but not everyone was grateful for the second chance.

  Some of his patients tried to kill him. Many more became feral.

  Minor setbacks on the road to greatness. A road Adrian might not travel for long, given his enemies are intent on stealing his life’s work and the madness within creeps closer.

  And the only person that might be able to save Adrian wants to kill him.

  Prologue

  “Freak. Look at him twitching.”

  “Is he even allowed to be at school with us normal kids?”

  The evil taunts had long since lost their ability to hurt. Adrian knew what the other children saw when they looked at him. Saw it himself every day in the mirror. He wished it was different, but the motor neuron disease attacking his body had no remorse. The degeneration of the nerves that controlled his muscles made it impossible at times to do the simplest tasks. Yet, in the ultimate cruelty, motor neuron diseased, MND, left his mind intact so that he could remember what it used to be like, before the tremors started then the first paralyzing time a limb didn’t work as expected.

  “He’s the load his mother should have swallowed,” snickered another bully.

  The world was a cruel place, and Benedict, star of the football team, led the way when it came to bullying, especially those he considered inferior. A word Adrian was pretty sure Benedict couldn’t spell.

  “Leave him alone.” The dulcet voice of an angel came to his rescue.

  “Are you seriously protecting him?” Benedict drawled with a roll of his eyes. “Look at him. He’s a fucking pussy. He can’t even defend himself.”

  “Exactly,” snapped a pert female voice. “I can’t believe you’re bullying him. Pick on someone who can at least fight back.”

  A rescue with an insult, probably not intentional, but it still had the ability to sting. I’d defend myself if I could. But Benedict wasn’t the type to be swayed by words.

  “You got the hots for the freak, Jane?”

  “Of course not.” He could hear the shock in the retort.

  Adrian couldn’t blame her for the disgust. His own mother couldn’t handle his situation. She dumped him the moment he got inconvenient. Now he got government-mandated care, which didn’t amount to much. Lucky for him, he had foster parents who actually gave a damn about his well-being.

  “I wonder if he gets boners.” Benedict strode over with that rolling-hip lankiness that the athletic all possessed. “Hey, freak. Does your dick still work?”

  The question might have cowed someone else; however, Adrian had been living inside imaginary worlds for a long time now. He’d read, listened, and watched so much that little shocked him.

  Which was why he could say, “Suck it and find out.”

  “You motherfucker.” Hands reached for him, grasping his shirt and hauling him forward.

  Jane threw herself between them and shoved at her boyfriend. “Are you nuts? Put him down. You can’t beat up the kid in the wheelchair. They’ll expel you. And you know the recruiters are coming next week.”

  The magic words that got Benedict—looking for a scholarship ride as a quarterback—to slam Adrian back into his seat.

  Benedict glared. “Get out of my way, freak.” He strutted past, but Jane hesitated, biting her lower lip and glancing at Adrian.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  She’d talked to him and come to his aid. He was better than okay.

  “He’s a shithead,” Adrian said, trying for suave but sounding more like a croaking frog.

  “Yup.”

  “So why date him?”

  She glanced at the receding backside of the wide athlete and shrugged. “He’s hot.”

  “He’s an idiot.”

  Oddly enough, she didn’t rise to Benedict’s defense. She glanced at Adrian. “I should go.”

  The first time they’d met and actually talked. But not the last time. He and Jane ran into each other almost daily after that. Each time, she stopped and spoke to him, even smiled and laughed. Told him he was too smart for his own good.

  Was it any wonder he fell in love with her? And his hatred for Benedict grew. Not only did that asshole keep bullying Adrian, he got the girl.

  But he didn’t get the last laugh. Adrian had his revenge. And lived to regret it.

  Chapter One

  Time for me to exit the scene and wipe all traces.

  Adrian had started with the clinic he’d grown from the ground down. Literally. The facility that cost him billions to build in secret—and greased more hands than he realized worked in government—went deep under the earth, hiding from the world his incredible progress when it came to fixing humanity, which some would claim was a lost cause.

  Some days he agreed, and with the loss of the Chimaeram Clinic, humanity might very well be screwed when it came to their next stage of evolution.

  The Earth was going into a radical shift, and people needed to change with it or die. It sounded noble when Cerberus used that line on the guys who funded his very expensive lab. The real truth was Adrian liked being a scientist, the madder, the better.

  But a true scientist needed a lab, and his was gone now, destroyed by his command. Adrian Chimera was about to disappear from the world.

  At least for now.

  Being a cutting-edge scientist with a vision meant being careful to not reveal plans too early lest the less enlightened not understand his end goal.

  Improving humanity. Curing the sick. Healing the maimed. Giving everyone another chance. Some ingrates didn’t appreciate what he did. Word was out about the secret lab in the mountains. He’d evacuated but not before taking casualties.

  His main doctor, Aloysius Cerberus, was still missing. As were some of the projects, lost during the transfer from the secret lab in the Rockies to the new facility hidden in the northern parts of Alberta, where the woods spread as far as the eye could see. A helicopter transporting one of his more precious patients went down not long after taking off. It, and its three passengers, had yet to be located.

  He hoped they stayed hidden. The last thing he needed was for any of his missing patients to emerge in a public place. Their appearance would raise questions and probably get him arrested.

  Laws could be pesky things that way.

  Luckily, before his last lab was destroyed, he managed to upload all his files to a secure server—along with the missing Dr. Cerberus’s notes. It made Adrian sad to destroy a place where he’d accomplished so much; however, the clinic wasn’
t safe anymore.

  Someone found out what he was doing. My enemies are closing in.

  They’re coming to get you, his inner voice cackled.

  Time to disappear for a while.

  Which meant ridding himself of his other home. The penthouse condo with its view of the city, two-story windows opening onto a panorama that could take the breath away at sunset. There were rooms sectioned off from the main living area. Guest room, exercise, master bedroom, of course, and den. Plus, Jane’s room.

  Jane lived in a suite to rival his own. The view from it breathtaking. The machinery hooked to her very expensive.

  And yet no amount of money in the world, no treatment, no fervent cursing could fix her. Jane was in what they rudely termed a vegetative state.

  Entering her room, weariness hit him. How many times had he visited in the past few years? Less as time passed and she didn’t so much as twitch an eyelid. When he’d first started treating her, he’d had such hope. That hope slowly dwindled to the point he now pondered the unthinkable.

  He grabbed her hand, noticing the fine porcelain of it. More than two decades in a coma had left it smooth. No callouses from life. He rubbed his thumb over the limp fingers. Slightly cold to the touch. There had been issues of late with maintaining her body temperature.

  “I don’t suppose you’ll wake up in the next five minutes?” Because it wouldn’t take him long to grab what he wanted and get out of here.

  Jane didn’t move, a sleeping beauty who’d grown from girl to woman while in her coma. Another tragedy when it came to the use of drugs among teens. She was considered the lucky one, given her boyfriend, Benedict, died the night they both ingested lethal dope.

  Machines kept Jane alive at the wish of her parents. But when they passed on, the hospital made plans to pull her plug. Having kept tabs on her, Adrian found out about her upcoming fate. Remembering the girl who’d saved him on the schoolyard, Adrian made arrangements to have Jane picked up from the hospital. The paperwork on her move was lost. Her location unknown to everyone but him.

  Alone with her in his condo, her room converted into a mini lab, he’d done his best to fix the first woman he’d crushed on. Failed despite his best efforts. Her brain had yet to show a bleep. She still required a tube to breathe.

  Which might have been a mercy. The cure wasn’t a boon to everyone. For some, it made things worse.

  And you would know, boyo.

  In Jane’s case, while he managed to heal her body, her mind was obviously too far-gone. He’d done his best to bring her to life, giving her a blend of animal DNA, from the avian to preserve her fine-boned nature to a lizard, which could heal amputated limbs. Even an echidna, to give her an ability to fall into a state of torpor, where the body basically hibernated.

  It seemed to work. She was perfect. Her muscles didn’t atrophy, all injuries healed, but she didn’t absorb or produce any heat, and her circulation remained sluggish. Her brain showed no sign of activity. Not even a teeny tiny blip.

  Adrian sighed as he stared at her perfect features. A sleeping princess who never woke up.

  Maybe if I gave her a kiss… Not the first time he’d thought of it, yet he’d never acted on it. There was something about touching a woman who couldn’t say yes that held him back. But this wasn’t about desire. This was saying goodbye.

  There was nothing sexual in the kiss he placed on her forehead but so much regret. A man who’d not cried in years, Adrian couldn’t stop it. One hot tear fell onto her skin. “I’m sorry, Jane.” Sorry for so many things.

  Sorry doesn’t fix it.

  Shut up.

  What’s wrong, boyo? Does the truth hurt?

  As a matter of fact, it did, and nostalgia made him procrastinate. She wasn’t waking up, and he wasted time. His enemies might have discovered he’d returned. He shouldn’t tarry. It was time to let Jane go. To maybe let a lot of his dreams go before he created any more nightmares.

  He sighed as he stood. It took but a second to flick a few switches, to hear the constant whup and whoosh of the air compressor stop, the lack of noise jarring.

  To his surprise, her chest continued to rise and fall. Probably a delayed reaction.

  He stared at her one last time as he whispered, “Good night, my sweet Jane.”

  It took a resolve of cold steel to not look back as he left the room. Even once he grabbed his emergency satchel—with passport, credit cards, and cash—from his safe, he was tempted to go back in one last time.

  What if she was still alive?

  What if she wasn’t?

  When would he accept the fact the Jane he crushed on in high school was gone?

  He left without peeking again. The Town Car waited for him at the curb when he exited, Jett having pulled up just a moment before.

  He slammed the door shut, and Jett immediately pulled away.

  Only then did Adrian dial a number on his phone. When the other end answered, he entered a sequence of digits. Then hung up.

  The car was almost three blocks away when an explosion ripped the sky behind them, and he hunched in the seat, closing his eyes, the pain of losing not only his home but the woman he’d love for so long intense.

  The news reported the next day that the penthouse of his building was gone. The entire level collapsed into the floor underneath it—the occupants luckily away for the evening. A smoldering ruin that would take days to sift through. No known casualties yet. But Jane was in there somewhere and would be found.

  Questions would be asked.

  Adrian planned to be long gone by then.

  Chapter Two

  Adrian’s new home in the woods lacked the hustle and bustle of the city. It also lacked the services of a live-in chef—a treat he missed from his defunct clinic.

  Just me, myself, and the voices in my head. More than one now, a few not actually saying anything coherent, more like feelings, thoughts.

  Bad thoughts. They wanted him to do things. Bad things. Adrian hadn’t used to be a violent man; however, there was something cathartic about smashing things.

  And when it came to killing…There was a euphoria in snuffing life that compared to nothing else.

  Maybe that’s what I need. To kill something.

  The insidious suggestion had him slamming the tumbler on the glass panel railing running the perimeter of his outdoor balcony. Amber liquid sloshed over the rim, and he grimaced.

  What a waste. He needed the numbing effect. Ever since he’d left his condo burning more than a week ago, his life had gone to shit.

  First off, his new secret lab? The one he’d squirreled everyone to? The facility that was not prepared for the influx? The projects revolted the second night there and broke out. Not too many people survived their passage—on either side.

  So many dead and the cost to hide the damage? More zeroes than he liked. Cleanup crews didn’t come cheap, and yet you couldn’t be a mad scientist without one.

  Adrian tossed back the expensive booze. Nothing but the best for him. Now at least. Having a second chance at life meant he tried to savor everything he could. Food. Fleshly pleasures. The softest fabrics for his clothes. The most expensive alcohol.

  He didn’t scrimp when it came to luxuries. The thing was their enjoyment proved fleeting. The loneliness, however, remained constant.

  The view behind his house was a nature lover’s dream. The fir trees remained green, even this time of year. The first snow had come and melted, but the true brunt of winter was yet to come. Only a few weeks until Christmas. His first alone in…too many years to count. He’d never thought before of his clinic with all its staff as family but now sorely felt their loss.

  Slipping the tumbler onto a glass-topped table, he dropped his robe, not worried about his nudity. There weren’t any neighbors around for miles. He headed for the hot tub on the deck, the heat causing steam to rise in the cool night air. He’d bought this place a while ago, using shell companies to hide his ownership. His backup in case everything e
lse went to hell. A good thing he’d planned ahead. He needed to be prepared more than ever now that some of his greatest creations were at large.

  He turned his back to the forest as he sat on the edge of the tub and dipped his feet in. The hot water eased the muscles of his calves, and the steam rising from the surface helped reduce some of the chill invading his skin. He already had a large fluffy towel sitting folded on the edge for when he emerged.

  A rustling sound caught his attention. Not uncommon this close to the woods. Sometimes even the smallest of rodents could sound like a rampaging beast.

  Probably only a squirrel.

  He slipped into the water, uttering a happy sigh. The heat eased right into his rigid frame, and he closed his eyes as he leaned his head back to relax.

  Rustle. Crinkle. Crunch.

  Whatever approached didn’t even try to hide. He kept his head tilted back and eyes closed. Ignored the scratch of claws on wood.

  Let it climb to the deck.

  The stench of it rolled over him. The pungent aroma of something that had forgotten how to bathe but hadn’t regressed enough to realize it had to groom itself. A basic animal thing that all his feral patients seemed to forget.

  Is that when I should worry? When he couldn’t stand the smell of himself?

  The thing huffed, and he imagined it steamed the air, its rage almost a palpable heat.

  “And here we thought it was the clinic drawing them,” he mused aloud. Adrian opened his eyes and beheld one of his lost patients.

  It was male, very far-gone. His feral nature had completely taken over. His hair was a gnarled mess that tied into his bird’s nest of a beard. His eyes were a baleful amber, glaring at Adrian sullenly. The claws on his hands long, yellow, and curved. Much like the sloth he’d been mixed with.

  “Hello, Christopher.” Adrian might have assigned all his pets numerical identifications when they came into the clinic, but that didn’t mean he forgot their names. He knew them all. Even the dead ones.