Death Is My Friend with Benefits (Book Four - WA Winner 2013)

Chapter 10: Lyfe Is Tough

      I would say the climatic part of this books is about now.  ;) 

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We were a mere twenty feet down the hallway when I felt the walls closing in on me. Leo's hand was secured tightly around my elbow, and at the front and back of us were his beasts. As I turned over my, I locked eyes with Marcy, who was unwillingly in Thomas' arms because she was unable to move little to none of her body.

     

      I absolutely lost it.

       Thomas brought his hand to his chest, his mouth open in shock at the blade that I had turned and thrown at him, hitting him straight in the chest.

      Thomas looked down, another cocky grin lining his mouth. "And to think I thought we were best friends," he said, narrowing his brilliant blue eyes at me and dropping Marcy straight to the floor. She let out a painful yelp. "I'm fairly impressed at your aim, Faith. It seems we finally have something in common. Aim." Without any sort of emotion on his face, he ripped the blade clean from his chest and threw hard in Marcy's direction.  Marcy had been trying to reach out towards another one of her knives, when his blade penetrated her through the arm. She bit down on her lip, suppressing a scream. Marcy had already been bleeding fairly profusely, and appeared to be making little to no movements with her legs.

      "I'll kill you," I snarled.

     

      "If you could, you would have done it already, Faith," Thomas said, laughing. Thomas lifted Marcy straight off the ground again, and looked down at her as a father looks down at a baby, teasingly making baby coo's at her. "But really, you and what army?" He nodded towards Leo, laughing even harder. "This guy? He's on my side, Faith. This murdering session will be pretty anti-climatic if I fight someone on my side, don't you think?"

      "If you kill Marcy, I'll lose it, Thomas. I'll absolutely lose it. You can tell Malphas he can go jump off a bridge, and say it's your fault--"

      Now that I was seeing Thomas up close, really seeing him, I saw that he hadn't shaved in at least a few weeks, nor gotten a haircut anytime soon, since his blonde hair was curling just past his ears and his sculpted jaw was covered in stubble.  

      His complexion had gotten paler since he had been killed by Death, brought back to life by Malphas, and turned into a rare and powerful half-human, half-demon breed, similar to myself. Thomas had bullied me in grade school, and teased me throughout high school. That was somewhat normal. But now there was an aura about him that was harsh...evil. And judging by the way Thomas stood, with his shoulders back and his bow perfectly posed to attack, I knew that Malphas had transformed Thomas into his own deadly weapon.

      Can I just meet ONE demon-guy or angel that doesn't melt my eyes off they're so hot? This is getting really painful.

      Once I looked past Thomas' obvious good looks because my incredibly annoying hormonal reaper self, I then noticed that Thomas had at least ten knife wounds stained his grey shirt, and a nasty, newly healed scar running from his pretty hairline all the way down to his pretty nose.