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

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  I hucked the thing again, wiping off the dog grossness on my jeans when my pulse vibrated in my pocket.

  I smiled when I saw it was Jade:

  Activated: Top-five contact- Jade LeClerc

  Still at Sophie's? -CH

  Yeah, I'll be here the whole weekend.- JLeC

  I'll see ya at school tomorrow and then Gramps is having the BBQ @ his place Sat.- CH

  Oh yeah? Hope it's hot weather.- JLeC

  shrugs idk, you know how it is around here.-CH

  Listen—we didn't really get a chance to wrap up the crap about Brett.- CH

  disruption in pulse conversation

  I know. But, seriously, Caleb, nothing happened. I don't think he'd hurt me. Look at what's going on... from his perspective. His brother was one of the victims of this psycho, his dad makes mine look tame. Idk, he needs a friend, and it makes me feel bad to be a jerk to him.-JLeC

  She couldn't be serious! I thought, lifting my thumb so it wouldn't railroad straight to her pulse.

  strong emotive response Jade—wow, is there some amnesia bull-profanity-block happening here? Didn't we just get in the biggest profanity-block-ing brawl in your yard, for cripe's sake? Did he not just try to drag you off, cave-man style and kiss you? Have you forgotten that? He is not safe! This is what I was talking about last pulse: I need help from you. I can't protect you when I'm not around and you airquotes 'feeling bad', for Brett makes you vulnerable to his profanity-block! -CH

  disruption in pulse conversation

  crying I didn't mean to make this—happen between us. I don't know what to do! He lives by me and what happened today—I didn't want to kiss him! I don't get him! He knows I don't like him! -JLeC

  I got him.

  Hell Jade, don't cry. Let's just-let's get together tonight and talk in person. I need to see ya. Come on, Sophie will be cool with it.- CH

  Idk. Sophie's parents don't like boys coming over.- JLeC

  What the hell? I was starting to feel panicky now. I tried to get a handle on this. I took another tactic.

  How about you guys meet us at the hide-a-way? Then you're meeting us somewhere and not at her house? -CH

  Pausing BRB -JLeC

  I died a little while I waited. Jade was the only person on earth that made me feel unsure of myself. I hated that, but I loved her. Why was life so complicated? Onyx stood patiently at my feet wagging his tail, the gross blob in his mouth.

  I ripped it out of his mouth and chucked it again. He sailed after it.

  My screen lit back up.

  Okay, Sophie wants to know what time? JLeC

  Idk, let me round up the troops and we'll meet with whoever can come tonight at 8.-CH

  That doesn't give a lot of time, with school tomorrow and all.- JLeC

  We don't need a lot, I just want to get this behind us right away, figured out. I don't like it hanging around.- CH

  Like a black cloud.- JLeC

  Yeah, like that.- CH

  K, see you @ 8.- JLeC

  Love ya.-CH

  U2.- JLeC

  ****

  The Parents watched me pork down on the spaghetti and meatballs. I was trying not to shovel but my attempt at self-restraint had turned ugly.

  Dad watched with something like a smile.

  Mom frowned.

  The Hunger had overtaken my thought processes but the frontal lobe was still on line. Maybe there was hope.

  “So, to recap, Caleb. This Null—” Dad began.

  “Smith,” I mumbled through noodles while Mom scowled. I was dangerously close to showing my food as I talked, and that would provoke the Food Lecture. Which should be avoided at All Costs.

  “Right. He thinks that all Nulls are in danger?”

  I nodded, slurping a ton of milk to facilitate the load down the pipe.

  “Caleb, you're going to have digestive problems. No one is going to steal your food!” Mom said.

  Well, probably not but... I swung my forearm around the perimeter of my plate and Dad barked out a laugh.

  “I give up!” Mom huffed.

  “Okay, back on track. The police will be patrolling the Null's homes?” Dad continued.

  I swallowed. “Yeah.”

  Mom stared. “Can you expound on this a little?” She was sounding frustrated.

  I didn't feel compelled to expound. For me, it was all about conveying information and then everything else was just fluff. Mom liked fluff.

  Dad sighed. “Normally Caleb, I am not a big believer in the superfluous, but, we may need a tiny bit,” he held his index and thumb apart by the smallest measure, “more information. Especially in light of the events that transpired last year.”

  Fine.

  I looked at the clock and realized there was only an hour until showtime with the gang. The parents saw my glance.

  “Keeping you, son?” Dad said, getting a tone.

  Brother.

  “No. It's just, there was this thing that happened at Jade's.” The silence swelled in that ominous way it does when you're gonna drop a bomb. “Remember stupid Carson and Brett?”

  Mom frowned at the description but Dad said, “Unforgettable.”

  Okay, he was down with it. “Well, they're back, and their little group has grown.”

  “What happened at Jade's?” Mom asked, worry making the angles of her face show in stark relief.

  “There was a fight.”

  Mom slapped her forehead.

  Dad said, “Zombies make an appearance, son?”

  I scrubbed my face. “Yeah.”

  “Great,” Mom said.

  “Hang on, Ali.”

  Mom rolled her eyes.

  “Garcia, Gale and that new guy, Smith, showed up and got it all under control. But now that Carson has picked up an older kid, who's a fire-freak too, and he's dating an AFTD...”

  Dad's eyebrows shot up.

  “Really,” I stated.

  “That's not fabulous news. Why did this escalate into a fight?” Mom asked.

  “Because it could. Cuz that's what they're always gunning for. Because Brett digs Jade, and I sort of want to kill him.”

  “Caleb!” Mom yelled.

  Dad's brows fell low over his eyes. “Really, Caleb?”

  Kinda. “No, but he pisses me off.”

  “Language.”

  I turned to Mom. “Mom, please.”

  “Caleb, watch your tone with your mom.”

  I shoved my plate away and stood, Onyx backing away from his beg spot. “I'm going to the hide-a-way at eight. I need to straighten this crap out with Jade. I can't think with Brett doing the stalk-lurk thing with her.”

  The Parents watched me walk my plate over to the sink. I scraped the non-protein stuff into the compost canister under the sink and used the gray water spigot to rinse off.

  Mom walked over and came to stand beside me.

  I was abusing the faucet, turning it on and off with hard strokes, her eyes seeking mine.

  I turned. We faced each other. “I trust you, Caleb. But don't forget who you are. What you are.”

  I looked down at her, realizing I'd grown taller than her sometime this summer. “I never forget it. I think that it's part of my problem right now. Sometimes, Mom,” I looked at Dad to include him, “I just want to be what I was before. I don't want this bullshit right now. I wanna just hang with my friends and be a regular boyfriend to Jade.”

  Mom didn't correct my language.

  Normally, I felt better when I could bounce crap off the Parental Unit, but tonight, I just didn't want to be in my house. Hell, I didn't even want to be in my own skin. This whole paranormal thing was blowing. Big time.

  “Caleb,” Mom said.

  I turned before I hit the front door. I'd get there early, I thought, itching to leave.

  “It's a school night, not past ten.”

  Dad said, “Be careful.”

  “Okay,” I said, sliding through the front door. I turned around once and saw Onyx studying me through the narr
ow side lite. A plaintive whimper escaped him.

  I'll be back soon, boy, I thought at him.

  The Dog watched the boy leave and had A Very Bad Feeling. Sometimes the Dog would have a feeling like that. It always meant that something Bad would happen. He did not like the Boy out of sight. His tail did not wag. Instead, the Dog sat down by the low window.

  He waited for the Boy's return.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I put my pulse away, the Js were coming. The Wellers were gonna have to sweet-talk parents that may have been getting sick of them leaving the house and coming back abused. But they'd show—somehow.

  I pulled my pulse back out and thumbed in my thought: Jade

  Hey.- JLeC

  Hey, I'm already on my way there.- CH

  Huh? Why? -JLeC

  Had to get out of the house. The Parents were starting to get on my nerves. -CH

  I looked up, keeping my bearings on the side of the road, I'd been walking for awhile and had just passed Scenic, the dead humming their music, calling to me like a lover.

  I mentally clamped down on their melodic song, concentrating. Keeping my abilities under control was getting a little easier.

  I swung my gaze away, seeing the hill appear that signaled the dump at its crest. I looked down at my pulse again.

  smiles they're pretty cool parents, Caleb! JLeC

  Yeah, I hear that. But, lately, I just don't want to listen to their reasonable-ness about all this profanity-block I have goinʼ on that is my weirdness.-CH

  proximity alert!

  Caleb! Look out! -JLeC

  I was hit from behind with what felt like a ton of bricks. My pulse flew out of my hands as I lurched forward, plowing into the sharp gravel, my palms saving me from a face-plant.

  I flipped on my side and blindly swung my leg out in a defensive jab, sweeping it in the path of whoever stood closest. As they landed beside me, I registered it was Carson.

  Big surprise.

  I tried to get to my feet but Brett landed a good one to my ribs, and I felt something integral give.

  I yelped, staggering to my feet when Brody's fist connected with my jaw and my face rocketed back almost knocking me on my ass.

  “Hold ʼem!” Carson bellowed.

  Diego and Brody came for me, Brett close behind them. I tried to focus for the zombies but everything was happening too fast and in all the control I'd mastered in the last year, my power just didn't automatically leak anymore. I was so stressed that I couldn't seem to pull it out of my ass if my life depended on it.

  It sorta did.

  I was taller, I was stronger, I took Judo, did pullups, pushups, but none of it mattered against the dismal ratio. I wasn't going to make four to one.

  But still, I fought.

  When Diego latched onto my arm I swept his legs and threw him into Brody like a bowling pin. But they were older, it just caused them to stumble and fall, springing back up with a bucket that overflowed with more pissed off.

  Carson got into it then, coming from behind and dragging me into a chokehold while Brett delivered a nice one-two to my stomach, my ribs screaming under the onslaught.

  “This is what you've been begginʼ for, Hart. This'll teach you that you're no better than the rest of us.”

  My trunk was a burning disaster, the pain roaring up and engulfing me.

  Brett's fists kept connecting, with Diego and Brody each holding an arm. The chokehold was working its magic and I could feel myself slipping, beginning to sag against Carson's forearm.

  Then, as if in a mirage, I saw someone advancing in the distance, gaining fast, sprinting. My vision swam in streamers of fog, everything in triplicate.

  The figure drew close, and I knew I might get relief when Carson yelled, “Fuck me!”

  The figure was Clyde.

  They dumped me on the ground to concentrate on the one zombie that apparently didn't need a lot of juice to get his groove on.

  I didn't move—couldn't move. I spit out a glob of mucus that was mostly blood and it landed in a dull plop, only a foot away from my head.

  Clyde tracked it like a falcon. “Gentleman, you abuse my master. You will cease and desist.”

  “Piss off, creeper,” Carson said, all bravado.

  Throwing his foot out casually it connected with my tortured side.

  I groaned in response.

  Clyde swung both hands and grabbed Carson by the torso, flinging him ten feet into a neighboring tree. He slid down, his bell rung and out.

  Clyde turned his dead attention to Brody and Diego, who were taking shallow breaths.

  Clyde had been raised in a hurry and was little more than a skeleton with some skin hanging on. I was impressed. I hadn't even felt my call; thought I hadn't had time to use my power. But he was very near the surface of my call and came.

  He came.

  I lay there helplessly while my zombie started in on the other boys, smelling like fresh death.

  First he knocked Diego and a struggling Brody together and I could feel heat building. Brody was fumbling with a lighter, the flame ignited and it roared up Clyde's arm, but my boy didn't feel pain. He crushed the hand that held the lighter and Brody screamed and wailed.

  Clyde was grinning, his teeth white marbles in a black mouth.

  Brett was backing up, his arms straight out, hoping to placate Clyde, who he'd already become acquainted with.

  Clyde was a believer in follow through. Dumping the injured jerks where they stood, they landed about five feet away from me and he began to mark Brett like prey with his gaze.

  I suppose to Clyde, he was.

  “You learn quite slowly. As I recall, we had a similar event one year past,” Clyde said, his partial tongue making everything sound like mud pie.

  Clyde, I thought, my mind a literal fog, consciousness running along a thin tether. I needed to get this managed because I thought Clyde would see things through.

  All the way to the end.

  He turned those eyes to mine, the only part of him that was whole and complete. “Yes, Master?”

  “Don't kill him, Clyde,” I whispered.

  He looked at me for a heartbeat's pause. “I will not kill him.” He turned away from me and hissed at Brett, “A lesson will be learned here this day.” He charged at Brett, who tried to escape but Clyde tackled him from behind.

  I saw it all unfold in slow motion, Clyde leaping through the air, the sleeves of his dress shirt sailing behind him like a flag shredded into dirty strips, caked dirt riding the aged material in crumbling bits.

  They landed together in the center of the road.

  As they grappled, Bry's crappy car rolled to a stop, parking behind the rolling pair.

  Clyde had straddled Brett's body, his posture stiff, his arms before him, fingers twined like talons around Brett's neck. Then the head-banging started. I had noticed that was a zombie-trend.

  All roads lead to head-banging, I thought, feeling shocky.

  I heard Jade scream, “Caleb!” I saw her feet as she rushed over to me, my cheek pressed into the rough asphalt.

  My stomach rolled, I'm getting ready to toss my cookies.

  She bent down and a pair of emerald eyes, wide-as-saucers looked into mine. “Oh my God! John, Jonesy... Caleb needs,” she looked at me in horror, the small hand I had held five hundred times covering her face as despair filled her features, “a hospital.” Fat tears began to chase each other down her face.

  I felt bad for her pain, but I was actually focusing on not barfing. “Brett,” I croaked out, through my raw throat.

  Jade smoothed my hair off my forehead, the tears running down and falling off her jaw, her lips trembling. “I'm so sorry.”

  “Brett,” I repeated.

  “What... oh.” She turned around and the kids parted.

  Clyde was gone.

  The Js rushed up, saw where I was looking and Jonesy said, “Clyde split.”

  John grabbed my wrist with one hand and his pulse with the other
. He counted to himself. “Shit. He's erratic.” He turned his head and screamed for Bry. The Weller kids came at a jog. “Did you pulse 911?”

  “Hell yeah. Can't ya hear them?” Bry asked.

  I heard the pulse sirens wailing in the distance.

  “They're coming, Caleb,” Sophie said, hanging onto Jonesy's hand like a lifeline. He stroked hers absently, not even aware that he was doing it. John had his arm around Tiff. Jade had her hands floating above me, not sure where they could land without it hurting me.

  The Js looked at each other. “He's gonna need an Organic,” Jonesy said.

  John nodded at Jonesy, no arguing that.

  Jade covered her face as an ambulance arrived and ground to a halt, all the kidsʼ bodies sprawled everywhere.

  The last thing I knew were the paramedics landing on their knees beside me, their uniforms of red looking like flowing blood against a field of gray.

  My vision narrowed and unconsciousness folded around me.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  I was in the murk of semi-consciousness. That place when you're clearly awake, but too asleep to respond. I heard voices. My Parents had shown up for the fun. I knew, because the smell alone told me I was in the hospital.

  I cracked an eyelid open and everything spun around, gradually calming into stillness (pretty sure things aren't supposed to move unless you are).

  A nurse stood over me. Her palms hovered above my body, making their toe to head trip again. Without stopping she said, “He's awake, but don't touch him while I'm doing this.”

  Two anxious faces sprung up, and I had the need to laugh but my ribs felt attacked so I said no on that one. I turned my head a little and Jade popped out of the chair she'd been sitting in, rushing to my side. Her face told me how much she wanted to touch me. She met the nurse's gaze over my body and she gave Jade an imperceptible shake of her head that said clearly, not yet.

  My parents had obviously not had just a cow but a whole herd. I'm sure Mom went ballistic when she was pulsed by whoever (please let it not have been Jonesy).