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B. Johnson - Deadgirl

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You know how it is: go on a date, get killed, wake up the next morning. No? Just me? Lucy Day Fifteen-year-old Lucy Day falls between the gears in the machinery of the afterlife. She is murdered while on her first date, but awakens a day later, completely solid and completely whole. She has no hunger for brains, blood, or haunting, so she crosses zombie, vampire, and ghost off her list of re-life possibilities. But figuring out what she is becomes the least of her worries when Abraham, Lucys personal Grim Reaper, begins dogging her, dead-set on righting the error that dropped her back into the spongy flesh of a living girl. Lucy must put her mangled life back together, escape re-death, and learn to control her burgeoning psychic powers while staying one step ahead of Abraham. But when she learns the devastating price of coming back from the dead, Lucy is forced to make the hardest decision of her re-lifea decision that could save her loved ones or kill them.

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B.C. Johnson

DEADGIRL

For my parents, Mike and Robin, for telling me it can be done,

For my brothers, Bill and Tom, for reminding me why,

And for my love, Gina, for, well, everything.

Prologue

Dead

My pulse pounded in my head, and I ran like my legs would fall off. The throbbing sound of the blood in my ears drowned out everything else, including the high, trapped animal screams I only vaguely recognized as my own. It blotted out the heavy footsteps of the man behind me, chasing me, catching me.

I wasnt going to outrun himI knew that before I even took my first step. But I could fight him less than I could flee, and my body said to bail. I listened.

The wind whipped at my hair. Long strings of sweat-soaked black hit me in my eyes, my gasping mouth. I wished Id put the whole damn mess up in a ponytail, but then again, Id been trying to look cute, and ponytails werent cute. If you were at the gym, or bouncing on top of a cheerleader pyramid, maybe. Going out with your dream guy on your very first date? Hair down. Its pedestrian straightness curled into spiraling locks that fell to my shoulders, my lashes so long you could land planes on them, my wide eyesmy best assetemphasized by exotic expensive eyeliner. Cute top, cute jacket, cute skirt. Boots, because he loves them. I know, I asked his friend. Well, my friend. Our friend.

The boots helped, I realized, as my legs pumped fire. Sneakers would have been better, but in what universe was I out on a date wearing sneakers? No universe I wanted to live in.

I sucked in a breath. Not funny.

But the boots beat sandals or strappy heels or something equally less-supportive. Not that my dad would have let me out of the house with strappy heels. Still, that hadnt stopped me from tucking them in my backpack and trading out my Nikes on numerous occasions.

Why couldnt my head shut up? I shushed the voices telling me about shoe-choice and focused in.

I ran through a dark parking lot next to a closed-down office building, crunching asphalt under my Maddens. The chill wind tore at my jacket. I would have abandoned it if Id had the chanceI felt like I was wearing a parachute. Not good for wind resistance. It only reminded me how stupid Batman had to be streaking into battle with a blanket tacked to his shoulders.

Shut up!

I shook my head, trying to clear the crap that kept threatening to break my attention. Why now, in my final moments, couldnt I stop thinking about junk? Why couldnt I just focus, once, on what mattered?

Id run the wrong way, I knew that already. When the guy and his buddies had accosted me, I just ran away from them. It was my natural instinct. Forget that the Set and the rest of civilization were on the other side of those jerks, forget that running away meant running into dead parking lots. My brain had screamed for me to book it, and Id booked it like a champ. In the wrong effing direction.

Why couldnt I say the f-word, even in my brain? Another problem to sort out.

When my hands slapped into chain link fence, I knew I was toast. I wasnt paying attention and the alley behind the office building only lead to the freeway.

A few cars passed as I stared out into the blackness. The urban-ocean sound of the freeway lulled me into a weird stupor. I touched my head to the chain link fence and felt the cool diamond-shaped wire pressing into my overheated skin.

My pulse slowed, and I heard footsteps.

I was trapped.

To hell with it.

I spun around, my fists balled white. The fastest one, the tall skinny one with the spiked hair, had caught up to me. It was cold, but he had the white tank-top and loose jeans youd expect someone in his profession to wear. He took a few more steps toward me and stopped. His muscles stood out, tense against his skinhe was ready to spring if I tried to run past him. Not that I would.

His buddies were catching upthree of them were visible, chugging along to get to us. I took a perverse glee in seeing that the big fat one, the one that had called me a hoochie wasnt even in sight.

Whats a matter? the spiky haired guy asked. I smiled grimly when I heard how out-of-breath he was.

Give you a chase? I asked. I didnt feel witty or vivacious. I felt helpless and terrified. Something in my tone must have fooled him, though, because he stood up straight in alarm and took a step back.

I dont think I was playing by the script anymore.

To hell with the script. I wasnt going to die like a chump, especially not while looking cute. I took a step forward, and he stepped back again. I gave him a triumphant smile. It didnt last long. His friends arrived and made a line to block me in.

One of the guys, short, bald, and sporting a sharks smile, took a step into the yellow pool of a dimming parking lot light.

Hey, baby, he said. I wondered if there was a creep phrasebook or something. Why you trying to run?

Not trying, I said, but it didnt stop me from taking a step back. I was shaking now, Doing.

Got nowhere to run now, hmm?

I didnt. I said nothing, my lips tight.

We just wanted to talk.

I spat at him. It didnt go the distance.

Just looking for a date, one of the guys said quietly in the background. Real tough-guy type I guessed.

I tried not to shake, tried not to show anything but what I hoped was grim determination. I didnt even have a purse to swing at themI had only a rarely-attended one-month womens empowerment self-defense course to fall back on. My dads idea. Id rolled my eyes and called him paranoid. Im an idiot.

Still, Id need a couple more black belts in a few more martial artsand a baseball batto fight four guys. Five. No good. I could see fatty chugging up behind them now. It looked like he was about to die from exhaustion, so I guess thats an upside.

They said some more things, none of them pleasant. They closed in on me, and I backed up against the fence. I swore to God, right then and there, that those guys were going home a few valuable pounds lighter. I balled my fists even tighterI dropped into the only fighting stance I could remember. It was half self-defense course, half-Pink Ranger, but it was all I had.

Then the bald guy pulled something shiny and silver from his jacket, and my heart stopped.

Id seen them enough on TV, and Id taken my dads to the gun range before. It was a revolver, a snub-nosed little thing that despite its pathetic lookoh no.

My eyes flooded with tears and my gut sank. I couldnt help myself. I didnt feel strong anymore, I didnt feel anything. My hands trembled.

Just stay cool, and dont scream, okay?

The little bald guy sounded really reasonable now. Like a doctor saying that the stitches wont hurt. I wanted to tear his little face off. He took another step forward, then another. Some of the guys behind him looked eagersome looked queasy.

Nobodys gonna die, okay?

He took another step forward and grabbed at my jacket. I pulled away, slapping at his hand.

Hey! He held the gun up and wiggled it in the yellow light. Hey, now.

When he stepped close enough for me to taste his breath, I snapped. My body moved without my brainI grabbed the wrist with the gun and swung it away from me.

My other hand hit him in the throat while my knee came up between his legs with a dull thud. I moved like a machinemy eyes shot wide open as Baldy fell to the ground.

The arm with the gun swung aroundI grabbed it again with both hands as Baldy sank to his knees.

We struggled.

An explosion blossomed out from the gun, deafening me, making my eyes water. I tasted smoke.

Baldys creep friends ran forward, horror in their eyes as they dragged him away. Their bravado evaporated, and they were screaming. Baldy shrieked in confusion and what I hoped was pain as they carried him away.

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