The Death Trials, Jonsie [top ten books of all time txt] 📗

smashed they literary were broken and smashed.
“Wow… that’ll keep me awake now.”
“You didn’t plan on sleeping anyway, B. I heard it all from Caden.”
I went very still for a moment. My but found the softness of my bed, my eyes trying to focus on anything, but the darkness swallowed the very last feature and shape.
“Son of a bi-”
“Don’t blame him, I forced him. You can’t really say no if you’re being surrounded by snakes.”
Birds could fly, fish could swim and Elias could draw. Everything his pencil created on paper would come to life- only for a few minutes, but that was a pretty sweet skill. My skill – running fast – was nothing against it. I mean I couldn’t scare people – or reapers – with their hidden fears.
“Yeah, well. They need me down there.”
“You make it sound like a trip to sea world or Disneyland- as if they need a substitute to feed dolphins or wear a Mini Mouse costume.”
“Did you talk to Lyll?” I sneered, but Elias just sat down beside me. At least I hope it was him, because I could totally not handle some weird guy or thing next to me.
“No, I didn’t. Why? Did you say the same thing?”
I grumbled as an answer, letting my head hit my pillow. All I wanted was to sleep and never, ever wake up. I couldn’t help hell do jack if I just kept on sleeping, right? Good plan.
“I’m not letting you go down there, B. Not alone.”
“Ha, wanna come with me?”
“I’m a better partner down there for you than Caden.”
Probably. But I trusted Caden more than Elias. Still, I couldn’t take the risk and put Caden in danger. His partner- a snob who’s name we dare not speak (in my hearing radius)- would totally freak if he came back with even just one scratch.
“So, that’s a yes?”
Elias studied me with a steady gaze, looking at- and I would bet my chocolate pudding on that- and into me, to search for something I couldn’t read in his eyes.
“Yes it is.”
Even though I was sad Caden wouldn’t accompany me to purgatory, I was kind of relieved knowing I had Elias by my side. And he was yummy to have next to me all-the-time. I mean I still wasn’t the cuddling the type but I sure was the snog-with-me-in-the-dark-part-of-the-library-type.
“Why, thank you so much,” I smiled softly into the darkness next to me, assuming he saw it. And he did. His fingers trailed down my chin and I was sure that the most girls in this situation would go for it. Sadly, I wasn’t most of the girls and he wasn’t most of the boys. I mean, he sometimes wore those skinny, black jeans (but not super, gay skinny) where you could see everything if you looked out for it- but nothing. I never saw anything in that particular area when he was with me in one room. Alone. And I wasn’t that ugly (I hope).
“I don’t want anything happening to you, Blake Heart,” he whispered, closing into me, his lips at my ear.
“What would I do without you? There is no better partner, who can run faster from its fears than you. I still want to measure myself with you.”
“And here I thought we had something romantic going on,” I smirked, punching my partner into the stomach. Elias giggled, but stood up rather soon. I wished he could sing me into sleep, as he did after I had nightmares. But my mouth stayed shut, my hands grabbing the blanket and covering up my body.
“See you tomorrow, B.”
“You, too.”
The door opened, but didn’t close. Hesitating, he turned towards me.
“B, you didn’t forget what you have to do, do go down there?”
I didn’t answer. I knew very well what I had to do- what we had to do.
“I just hope you’re up to die. Again.”
With that, the door closed behind him and darkness closed in on me. Elias left me alone. Well, not quite. The nightmares stopped to visit again. It seems, that is doesn’t matter how often you tell them, you don’t like them and you’re just not that into them, they just don’t give up! Even if you cheat on them with the occasional good dreams.
Stubborn bitches.
Monochrome

Sunday- 7.12 am

Sometimes a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do. Of course, in the rarest of times that implies getting the drunken ass of a reaper out of bed and into the shower. Oh, what things you do to get to kill yourself- and him.
It’s not like I didn’t know about the drinking problems of my partner. Everybody here does. It’s just I didn’t expect him to get so wasted on the night before we go down to hell. Because the trip down there is so much more frightening with the illusions and weird fantasies of a drunk.
“Elias, get up! We have a painful day ahead of us.”
“Wow, yeah. You really know how to lighten up the mornin’, B.”
I scowled at the thing curled up under the thick blanket, trying to make me leave with not so much helping, but getting me real pissed off answers.
“If you don’t go shower now, I’ll not only lighten up your day, but make you see the bright, white light at the end of the tunnel.”
“Violence is no problem-solv-”
“GET UP!”
I kicked him. I never kicked Elias before. Scratching, punching, snarling, cursing, biting. Yes, yes, yes and yes. But I never planted my boot in his ass before. I wonder why not. It felt good.
With wide eyes my handsome partner creped out from under his blanket to stare at me. Just stare, until he sped into the bathroom when I lifted my foot again.
Soon I heard water flow and a high-pitched scream.
“WHAT THE FACK?!”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you? I used all the warm water this morning, after the second time I came in here. Sorry.”
“I WILL KILL YOU!”
“I know- see you at breakfast.”


7.58 am

“So… when do we have to throw your body into the black void?”
Caden slid his tablet next to mine, before he sat down. His partner- the beauty whose name we do not speak near me- planted her sweet, tight ass across from us. Her blond hair curled up around her, the blue eyes pierced themselves into my forehead.
“Yeah, when will you be dead for good?”
Her voice was the voice of an angel. I hated her. It. Whatever.
“Never? I’m coming back Caden.”
I wanted to touch him, reassure him that he will be able to eat pudding with me again after some time, but the false angel scared me off. He was hers. For real. She loved him more than her Seven for all man kind-jeans. And that’s a statement for a fashionista.
“Too bad.”
“Ade! Stop it with the hatin’, alright? Fer gawds sake. It’s bin twelve months already.”
Haha, cute. Always when Caden got really mad, he couldn’t shake off his Canadian roots.
Right. Twelve month since she first arrived her and the beginning of us being frenemies. Why? Because if worst came to worst we could stick together. Could. Didn’t mean, we would. Always.
“It’s okay, Caden. I try not to let my morning be ruined by such a baby.”
“Says the one, who kicked my ass because I wouldn’t come out of bed. Yeah, so not a baby.”
I turned around and looked at yummy Elias. He was dressed all in black, a milk carton in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He winked at Alison, before sitting down beside her. She just snored and looked away. Yeah, he wasn’t her favorite person, after he dumped her. He said he wasn’t into blond chick with Barbie-complex. She didn’t take it that well- naturally.
“That wasn’t like a baby. That was just a desperate solution made possible by a desperate situation.”
Elias smirked and bit into his sandwich. His motto: more calories now, because only hell knows how much we’re going to get to eat down there. And I am so not putting another raw baked human heart in my mouth ever again (though, to be honest, it tasted a bit like a lasagne- if cheese was melted over it).
Meanwhile, Adelaide punched her scrabbled eggs with her fork, as if she imagined them to be my face. Yuck.
“So, how are you planing on killing yourself?”
My partner grinned at my best friend, before answering.
“Well, I’m gonna kill B and she’s gonna kill me. Like you see in all the Holldywood-showdown thrillers: Guns, dramatic music- Blake chose the music from Requiem- farewell words which will make your eyes water.”
Caden stared at him for a few seconds then he turned to me, pleading with his eyes.
“Relax, Caden. Yes, we have guns, but no Hollywood-kind of stuff.”
Except for my iPod in the stereo, playing Céline Dion so loud, Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet will want to jump from their yacht into the sea.
He seemed relieved then. His partner, strangely, too.
“Did you tell Mr. Adams about it?”
Her high-pitched voice sounded mean. Like a devil trapped in an angel body. I just stared at her, because she knew very well that I didn’t tell the man in charge about my reckless plan. To be fair, I didn’t even come near him since the day before yesterday, where he basically called me stupid for fall into my own hole.
“Sure. And he gave me his okay. Afterwards, we went shopping and he bought me this gorgeous dress in pink from Karen Millen- size four, actually, and-“
“Liar,” Adelaide sneered, her eyes narrowed, “you are a size six. Or was it eight? And Karen Millen? Please. You wouldn’t even look glamorous if you were wearing a tiara.”
Stupid size zero.
“Yeah, that’s the lying part,” I just replied stubborn, even though it was the stupidest come back line ever.
She just gave me the hint of a nasty smile, before standing up, her full breakfast still on her tablet.
“Well, I hope I’ll never see you two again-“ though she only looked at me, giving me a stinky eye -“Farewell.”
And with that she emerged from the aula, dumping her food in the bin next to the big doors. We all watched her leave, because it was always fascinating how Adelaide could make perfectly normal steps look light footed and elegant.
“I guess I have to be going, too.”
It was sigh of defeat Caden shared with us, not at all looking like he really wanted to go after her.
“You could stay,” I tried, but knew it was hopeless. Caden was a puppy, following who ever had charge over him. At the maniac mission, it was me and now it was Adelaide. So, he only shook his head, giving me a small