The Death Series, Books 1-3 (Dark Dystopian Paranormal Romance): Death Whispers, Death Speaks, and Death Inception

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Cool! Thanks, Mr. C!” I took off for the door.

  John opened it just as I got there. “Whoa! Where ya going?”

  “I get the dog today, Onyx, remember?”

  In a low voice, John said, “Cole let ya go?”

  “Yeah, but I gotta make it up Friday.”

  John threw his hands around his throat, choking himself. “Oh, the torture! Extra band practice.”

  I punched him in the arm. “Shut up, Terran. You're gonna stay, too.”

  John rubbed his arm. “I don't know. Friday? I might have plans.”

  “Stuff it, ya putz. You know you've got plans, with Jonesy and me. That's your plans.”

  John grinned. “Yeah, now that I'm cool like you.”

  “You think you're cool like me. Listen, I gotta split and get the pooch.”

  I gave John a salute and ran for home.

  At the house, I threw open the front door and instantly smelled Mom's banana bread. But Jade was coming.

  Decisions, decisions... shower or food?

  Sighing, I slogged off to the bathroom. “Mom, be out in a sec. Jade's coming over to pick up the dog with us!”

  I ran the shower super hot. Afterward, I got out, toweled off, and resigned myself to having to floss. The hygiene thing was a pain in my ass, but I smelled better. Jade was a great motivator.

  When I went back downstairs, Jade was there.

  “You ready?” Mom asked.

  “Yeah, just had to de-scuzz.”

  “De-scuzz?” Jade asked.

  “Yeah, gotta smell fresh.” I flipped my still-damp bangs out of my face.

  Jade laughed, and we walked to the garage, our shoulders touching. Mom got behind the wheel, and I tugged Jade into the backseat. I figured Mom would be too distracted with driving to notice us holding hands.

  Jade laid her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled like a big piece of fruit. Nice. I wanted to touch it, but that'd be pushing my luck.

  We pulled up front and I listened with that part of me that hears the dead. In the case of Onyx, we had already done that psychic dance, he recognized me. I felt him in my head. We walked through the big glass doors, Jade and Mom in front, me bringing up the rear.

  ***

  When the Boy entered the place-where-he-lived, the Dog knew and howled joyously. He sniffed at the metal tubes that made seeing more difficult. He held the liquid that smelled interesting inside his body because the People who fed him took him to a good smelling place to let the liquid out. The Dog held it but not without effort.

  The Dog heard the voices of the People coming with the Boy, who was special because he called the Dog in a special way. The Dog liked the Boy. The Boy would throw the soft round thing. The Boy was... was... using those people sounds in his head.

  “I'm here, Onyx. You'll come home with me.”

  The people sounds were very exciting, and the Dog could feel a little liquid come out.

  Bad Dog, Bad Dog. He must hold the liquid.

  The Dog saw the Boy and his People come to the bars and look down at him. He was a Bad Dog because of the liquid accident, but the Boy did not notice. The Dog was relieved and moved his tail, hoping the Boy would be pleased.

  The Dog wagged his tail harder, the end hitting the metal tubes.

  He pressed his nose to the metal tubes. They were cold, but he needed to smell the Boy and his People. The small female smelled like not-right garbage and was excited to see him, so he wagged his tail harder. The older female smelled like the Boy. They were pack. Would it be a pack like his other Boy’s? The Dog felt a sharp pang of sadness when he remembered his other Boy, but he shoved it away because the new Boy was making the sounds from his mouth, and he must listen.

  “That's a good dog, Onyx,” the Boy said.

  The Dog jumped up on the metal tubes, and the Boy stuck his hand through them. The Dog gave it one lick. The Dog understood some people did not like a lot of the wet thing in his mouth that was so good for all kinds of things.

  One of the people-who-fed-him approached. He was a Good Dog and sat down. He continued wagging his tail when the small female put her hand on top of his head and moved it in a most pleasant way.

  The alpha female of the Boy's pack made new sounds out of her mouth.

  “Arlene, is there any more paperwork to fill out before we take Onyx home?”

  “No, Mrs. Hart, just sign this form.” She showed Mom where and Mom bent over the 'X', marking out a quick signature.

  “Thank you. By the way, we're sure glad that he's going to a good family.”

  The Dog saw the person-who-fed-him make dominant eye contact and he shifted his eyes away politely then looked back.

  “We'll miss him around here.” she smiled.

  The Dog heard the sounds, good dog, which was his signal to begin to wag his tail again. Which he did; thunk, thunk, thunk. He also heard that strange sound, Onyx and realized it meant something important. He would try to remember it for the Boy.

  “Okay, Onyx, let's go!”

  The strange word again. The dog wagged his tail. Thunk, thunk, thunk.

  “Caleb, he probably needs to go out to the potty area and do his business,” Arlene said.

  “Oh, right. Jade, let's go,” I said.

  The Dog heard “potty,” and the liquid wanted to rush out, but he held it in. The Dog bounded around, hoping the Boy and his people would notice that he was a Good Dog and needed to let the liquid go.

  The Boy and the small female went toward the doors that led to the place-that-smells-very-interesting. The Dog burst through when the hole appeared and lifted his nose in utter bliss. So many different liquid smells here! Where to start?

  He wanted to impress the Boy with how quickly he could let the liquid go.

  He trotted over to an especially good smelling corner and let the liquid rush out and was very happy when it covered the other dogs’ liquid smell.

  When the Boy called the word Onyx, the Dog ran back. They put the leash to his collar and took him out another door.

  The pack made noises with the person-who-fed him then opened a metal box with holes on top and with foul smelling round shapes on the bottom.

  The Boy gestured to the Dog to get in, but the Dog didn’t like the box. He remembered that it was a Bad Thing. The two females got into the big metal box.

  The Boy scooped up the Dog. The Dog gave him an appreciative lick. The Boy tasted like a Good Boy. He liked his new pack and wagged his tail.

  ***

  Onyx explored every, tiny corner of our house, spending an especially long time in my room, stumbling over all the crap on the floor then rolling around on top of it.

  Jade had gone home already. I was feeling righteous. The testing was over, the government hadn't come to kidnap me—yet—Jade and I were together, and Onyx was finally mine.

  Mom had done some crock pot thing... chili, so we could just scoop and pork. I liked that.

  When Dad came home, he looked a little frazzled. Onyx let out a low growl.

  I thought, It's okay, Onyx. It's just Dad.

  Onyx cautiously approached Dad.

  Dad hunkered down on his haunches and put out his hand. Onyx sniffed the proffered hand, doing an exaggerated lean with his neck, slowly wagging his tail.

  The male was Alpha. He smelled very much like the Boy but not at all like the Alpha female. The Boy smelled like both of them. The Dog made his tail move. Thunk, thunk, thunk.

  The Dog likes the Alpha male. The Dog shows respect by lying down.

  I watched Onyx show his belly. Dad petted him, and Onyx wagged his tail harder.

  Suddenly, Onyx flipped over and stood. He trotted back over and sat down next to my chair.

  Dad stood, arching his back and standing on his tiptoes.

  “You stiff?” Mom asked.

  “Some. Been in a chair all day.”

  Dad turned to me. “Feel like some one-on-one after supper?”

 
; I nodded. “Yeah, it's been forever since we played.”

  “How do you like your new dog?” Dad asked.

  “Onyx is awesome!”

  Mom looked critically at Onyx, who stared back at her expectantly. “He sure is black, like an ink spot that barks.”

  We sat down to eat, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, we just talked about normal stuff—no government threats, break-ins, bullies at school, or raising dead people.

  Time for more chaos.

  After supper, Dad and I cranked it up on our cement basketball court. I was guarding him like a cheap suit, and he was huffing and puffing around me. I jumped up just as he was shooting and slapped the basketball right out of his hands.

  The Js came walking up. They took off their hoodies and piled them at the edge of the court.

  “Hey, Kyle!” Jonesy yelled.

  Jonesy ran over, and we ganged up on Dad.

  We tore around the court. Dad drove the ball toward the basket, while Jonesy and I tried to steal. John pretty much got in the way of all of us. It was the absolute best.

  We horsed around until the light faded so much we couldn't see the basket. When we went in the house, Mom was already in her pajamas, but she had made two pitchers of iced tea. Jonesy grabbed the biggest cup he could find out of the cupboard, filled it to the brim, and chugged down the tea. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Hey, Mrs. H., what do ya say about some banana bread?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

  Mom laughed. “You bet. It's right over there.”

  Onyx sat patiently in the corner, eying my friends with curiosity.

  Mom said, “Looks like someone wants to meet your friends.”

  “Hey boy!” John said.

  “That's right! You got him today,” Jonesy said. “So this is the famous dog?”

  “That's him,” I said proudly.

  We all looked at him and his tail started to wag.

  “Mom, is it okay if he sleeps in my room?”

  “It's okay, but I think that he may want his own space,” Dad said.

  I felt a lecture coming on.

  John laughed. “Kyle means that you have to move all your junk on the floor to some other spot so Onyx will have a place to lie down.”

  I frowned. “Maybe he would like the smell of my stuff around him.”

  Mom shook her head. “No, Caleb, he can't just lie on your clothes.”

  Uh-huh.

  I surveyed the Js. John's hair was standing straight up because he was always pushing it out of his eyes and a combination of boy-grime and sweat had acted as... I don't know, some kind of gel, I guess. Jonesy's hair was cut close to his scalp and seemed to dry instantly when he was sweating. We all thought that was really cool. Mine hung in strings. We all needed showers but I wanted to get my room in shape for Onyx.

  “Hey, guys, let's go clear a space for Onyx.”

  Jonesy said, “Sounds like a plan.”

  We climbed the stairs, opened my door, and surveyed The Cave.

  “Crap, Caleb,” Jonesy said. “It's a mess in here.”

  John cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I don't know. It looks a lot like your room, Jonesy.”

  Jonesy gave John a dirty look. “Mine’s not this bad.”

  “Whatever,” I said. “This isn't getting a spot for Onyx figured out.”

  “Caleb's right,” John said. “Let's get to work.”.

  We started picking up all the clothes off the floor and throwing them into a pile on top of my bed that soon became a mountain.

  “Where do the clothes go?” John asked. “This clothes hamper here?” He pointed at the pile on the bed. “Are those dirty or clean?”

  I shrugged. “If they smell bad, I don't wear them.”

  John folded his arms across his chest. “This is your closet?”

  “No. This is my closet.” I opened the bi-fold doors and a bunch of crap rolled out at our feet.

  Jonesy started sifting through my stuff. “Hey, here's my history book from last year! I had to pay a fine for that.” He glared at me.

  John threw up his hands. “Okay, let’s just dump the junk in the dirty clothes hamper, then put the dirty clothes in on top. We’ll put the clean clothes in the closet, and I guess stack all that crap in the bottom.” He shook his head.

  “I hate to say it, Caleb, but I think you're gonna have to go downstairs and get a trash sack, one of those big ones like for leaves and stuff.”

  I shook my head. “Can't, dude. We compost.”

  John face-palmed. “I forgot your mom doesn't believe in trash.”

  “My Dad does.”

  “Really?” Jonesy asked.

  “Yeah, but don't tell my mom. She thinks trash is very uncool.”

  “Jonesy, minion, go fetch trash receptacle,” John said.

  Jonesy gave a sharp salute and beat it downstairs.

  Onyx stood patiently waiting for us people to figure it out.

  He ran downstairs and returned with some garbage sacks. We crammed the trash pile into one then started into the closet.

  “Do we give the school the history book back?” John asked.

  Jonesy and I looked at it and, at the same time, said, “Nah.”

  “Jinx!” Jonesy said, and we grinned at each other.

  An hour later, the bags were full. There was a lot of floor space to choose a spot for Onyx.

  After a long discussion, we decided that Onyx needed to be at the foot of my bed, near the computer desk.

  I went over to my closet and pulled out Gran's afghan. I never used it because it was itchy. Mom said it was made of wool. She didn't like synthetic fibers since they were made with petroleum products. I folded it in half then half again, laying it in the new spot.

  I thought, Here's your new bed.

  Onyx walked over, sniffed the afghan, and lay down on it.

  “Good dog.”

  He wagged his tail.

  “He sure seems like a good dog,” Jonesy said. Hearing that, Onyx wagged his tail harder.

  John poked a stack of books with the toe of his shoe. “Why don't you use a reader?”

  “It's like the watch, isn't it?” Jonesy said.

  “Caleb is a little outdated,” John remarked.

  “No. I just think that it's important to use some stuff that isn't modern. I mean, think about our dependence on Brain Impulse Technology? If everything went stupid, and suddenly that junk didn't work, just think about the chaos, even if it was only for an hour. People would have melt downs.”

  John looked thoughtful. “You have a point.”

  Jonesy pointed at my watch. “It's not even LED.”

  I looked down at the funky thing. It had been Dad's first watch, and I liked it.

  John grunted. “It's a manual.”

  “A what?” Jonesy asked.

  “You have to wind it every day to keep time.”

  Jonesy looked baffled.

  John shrugged. “I gotta split. Let's get this stuff back in the closet.”

  While we finished up, Onyx sat on the blanket, watching us.

  Jonesy whispered, “He's kinda creepy, Caleb, the way he just stares at us.”

  The Boy could make people noises in the Dog's head. But the noises weren't as clear as the flavor. The Dog thought about how the Boy put a smell inside his head, all different types of smells, and they made a message. The Boy was very easy to understand. He was different from the others. The Dog dropped his nose to sniff the soft thing that smelled like old pack female. He closed his eyes, feeling something familiar... a sense of home. The Dog was happy.

  His memories of the other Boy were dimming.

  CHAPTER 24

  The rest of the week dragged. I went to school, daydreamed about it ending, rushed home to see Onyx, ate some food, hung with the posse and Jade then did it all over again. All of us were getting so tired of school. The end of the year loomed large.

  I hadn't seen much of Carson and Brett, but we’d be in th
e same high school next year—Kent Paranormal High, where all paranormals went. The regular high schools were split in accordance with different academic aptitudes. Jonesy had shown math and science aptitudes, so he was headed to Kent Lake High.

  I was gonna really miss the Jonester, kinda tanked my mood.

  Friday finally rolled around, and Jonesy said he thought the last day of school would be a blast.

  “Ya see... it's a special day.” We were all at the lunch table festering about the possibilities of government plots, hiding what we were and such; ya know, normal conversation.

  We waited expectantly for him to continue. Jonesy always had cool and bizarre ideas. Sometimes, like the disastrous cemetery plot with Carson, they didn't work out but it was interesting to see.

  “Friday the thirteenth is coming up,” he said.

  Sophie rolled her eyes. “So?”

  Jonesy grinned. “It's an unlucky day. Stuff that's bad, that's gonna happen, happens then.”

  Tiff strolled over, hands jammed into the pocket of her hoodie. The hood was pulled up, so only a sliver of her face showed. “Whatcha doin'?”

  “Hey, Tiff,” I said.

  “What's he sayin'?” Tiff asked, pointing at Jonesy.

  Sophie said, “Jonesy thinks the last day of school is going to be riddled with bad luck because it's Friday the thirteenth.”

  Tiff said without preamble, “That's a load of horseshit.”

  I shrugged. “Ya never know, it could go okay. It's just supposed to be a warning, right?” I looked at John, who nodded.

  “I know some bad stuff that's happened on that day,” Jonesy said in a creepy voice.

  “Yeah, what?” Tiff asked, plunking down between Sophie and Jade, who gave her a miffed look. Tiff didn't have girl radar, or she'd have seen the problem with that move.

  Tiff put her head in the cradle of both her hands, clearly bored and waving the red flag before the proverbial bull.

  Jonesy answered, “There's this haunted house, ya know, the one where that old cemetery is. It's just a shack. I heard there was a kid that went in there and never came out.”